Sephus
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The croaking chassis was on the verge of folding in on itself before the transports thrusters switched off. A sudden silence had everyone pause. Walt turned to the small window by his ear. It was a serene expanse that had no horizon. There was no ambient noise beyond the small vessel's hum and the supervising officer unbucklingo fher harness. Said officer stood up and proceeded to the head of the ship, just in front of the closed cockpit cabin.
She was garbed in a dark blue uniform consisting of: a flat top, combat jacket, slacks, and polished steel-toed boots. Her dark eyes scanned the batch of privates from under the brim of her hat.
"Good evening recruits. I am Petty Officer Okonjo. Our ETA for the LVC star base oh-five-hundred (05:00). When we dock, you will file out and form up in front of reception. From there I will do a roll call and assign each of you to your respective group. You will then report in to your Group Leader for further instructions. Am I clear?"
A united confirmation resounded throughout the cramped transport. PO Okonjo nodded and rapped on the cockpit door behind her. It hissed open and she disappeared inside.
Buckles and belts came undone as privates stood to stretch or mill around. A few leaned past Walters shoulder and peaked outside at the endless nothingness. He wasn't a fan of having strangers breath by his ear, so he pressed the metal release located at the center of his safety harness and maneuvered away from the growing crowd. Everyone seemed to wanted a peek at an unadulterated space that wasn't accompanied by fanfare and a voice-over requesting brave individuals enlist with the Light Brigade Voyage Company.
LVC wasn't Walt's first choice. It was more like his only choice. There was a plethora of companies and fleets throughout, but only a select few even bothered with the boonies. As long as they got him off that forsaken rock, he would follow them to the ends of space. Plus they gave him a free holo-notepad and a matching holo-pen; how could he say no.
He chewed his lower lip as he slumped his lean figure into an empty seat. He brought his head down and began running his fingers through his textured burnt-mahogany hair. His sister offered to give him a trim before he shot up into space, leaving her and mom to take care of Bill and Derrick. It was barely 12 hours and the pit of his stomach missed home. Maybe he didn't miss home.. but he missed the familiarity.
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