Snippet #2713744

Sam looked at Red and shrugged "We may see him again, and we'll see what he does." He stated. He put the crusaders into stasis before securing them to the barge and set them down before tying them down, making sure they were secure before they set off. As they came into view of the airport. He was slightly amazed at how good condition it was in, all things considered. "I haven't seen something this much intact and large from the old world... she hit a real piece of treasure here." He thought to himself.

Sam started lifting the cargo from the barge to the hangar, and continued to do so until it was done. He entered through the glass doors like instructed and looked around. A wave of odd nostalgia hit him, making him feel somewhat lightheaded. He remembered his father taking him on various trips, often using air transportation. He looked over a sign with moss growing over it and wiped it away. "Yeah...New York City airport.. part of it at least." he muttered to himself. He wandered around a bit, taking in the old, yet familiar architecture. He looked to Ravyn "This would be part of a much larger facility, where it would monitor, instruct and resupply air transportation vehicles. You could find people from all over the world traveling here, of all different nationalities, races, beliefs... I could go on forever. If it weren't for the chasms separating different parts of the world, something similar to this would've most likely been built again." He stated "I had been in these quite a few times, though their prices would burn a hole in your wallet..."