It didn't take long for the cyborgs to get organized and on their way. Efficiency was at the core of their programming. Once in space, Solus let his task of pilot and mission leader consume him. It was better than dwelling on the dissatisfied longing that kept trying to grip him. Until recently, he found himself content with his life. Enjoyed doing his job. Liked interacting with his cyborg brothers. However now... Now he couldn't help feeling as if a part of him need more. He lacked something in his life, something he couldn't define, and he could do nothing about it.