(AN: A bit late into the weekend, but here is a chapter of another oldie. Next in line it’ll most likely be IO, afterwards, still not sure. Tempted in writing Makina.)
(AN2: Not much to talk about. Even more since i’m pretty absent minded at the moment, so thinking is hard. With that said, enjoy.)
From me leaving the main hall of the hub to the shuttle starting its atmosphere re-entry procedure took only ten or so minutes.
Back in my game days, I had never really bothered taking in the appearance of the transport, thinking that it was only just another transport I had to go through, but recently that had begun to change ever so slightly. While lowering the bulky and uncomfortable shoulder-guard once the warning sign came on, I once again marveled at how spartan the innards of the whole thing was.
With only the bare minimum lights to break the dark and ever so slightly claustrophobic space, I had to expand the photon receptors in my eyes to manage to take in the rest of the ambient. With ten seats and shoulder-guards combo on each side of the narrow walkway, each with its own baggage area both above and beneath the seats worked to make the small space look even more cluttered.