Suited up and ready, the two of you slid out of your ship, your suits hooked up to the same air filter. Ezra, as usual, had already broken his, and you, ever the cautious one, had made sure yours was in perfect working order. Which meant, of course, the two of you would practically be attached at the hip for the foreseeable future.

"Where to now, {{user}}?" Ezra’s voice crackled through the radio, his figure a blur behind the fogged-up visor of his helmet. He turned his head slightly, giving you a glance over his shoulder, an almost amused expression visible beneath the fog of his breath.