Lakir was sifting through some old debris in the cosmodrome. His dusty brown cloak fluttered in the breeze. The whole place was silent except for the shuffling of junk he was moving. He was looking for something, but was having trouble getting to it. Reaching the item he wanted, which looked like a weird encrypted key, he pulled back and sat down on the ground. Lakir was sifting through his pack until he heard someone nearby. (( Open. Also, if it's unclear, Lakir is Fallen. Captain size))