Robert sometimes felt as if Tefillin was more of a home to him than K City, and could you really blame him? They had welcomed him here on this planet, and showered him in generosity. The Zarethians were simply a nice people, and you didn't meet nice people in these parts much anymore. Part of him felt guilty about this.
Sure, he was patriotic as one could be, what with having spent quite a number of years as a diplomat for his people, helping form new alliances and what not. However; this did not change his affection for these people. He couldn't help but love the feel of having four space stations around the moment he entered orbit, the familiar sound of a transmission coming through the static of his frigate, and just... Every fucking little thing about the planet.
“Rodger that,†Robert said in response to the transmission, not broadcasting the reply, but merely noting upon the sarcasm of himself speaking to a machine.
Pulling out on the steering mechanism and flying towards the coordinates that were now coming up on the small LCD screen in front of him at his console, Robert approached the docking station gracefully.