Likely as a product of his old Clan training, Zandile wakes up promptly with the alarm, still inside his
Styx's cockpit. He's learned how to get good, comfortable sleep in there, and it saves him some time in starting up his machine. His customized user-interface boots up, and an electronic female voice greets him:
"Good morning, Master Sichel. How are you feeling?""Good morning, Hera. And I'm feeling spry, as usual.""Roger, sir. Now initializing secondary interface systems."His camera begins doing a test-scan, mapping out the area for him to see. Once that's done, it runs secondary diagnostics on the finer details, and cues up an
old favorite from his music player, which he uploaded as a personal "rally call" of sorts. It's also a sort of tradition, in honor of his friends that the Clans robbed him of. The only one he knew was alive when he left was Jeydon, a young girl that everyone called "Jade" for short. Just as Lobred was like a brother to him, Jade was like a sister...and he can't help but wonder where she is now, if she's not already six feet under...