Snippet #2741175

As the shuttle approached, anyone who had even the slightest knowledge in ships might notice something about it. No, even without that knowledge they might get the feeling of it. That the shuttle, which was an extention of the Amberclad itself and a part of it, was old. Older then any ship they had likely seen before, and yet behind that age the condition was still good. At first glance it might seem average or old, but any good set of eyes would notice the quality and the durability of the craft.

Of course, Avera always made sure that everything remained in good condition. Not just the main vessel, but even the shuttle was kept in the best possible condition. The maintenance bots aboard did not joke around, they were extremely thorough at repairing everything. Avera had tested it himself, and it seemed they could even repair things not originally in their programming, without the blueprint. It was a bit mysterious, but Avera was already used to it.

As the shuttle landed and allowed people to board, Avera did not quite yet speak. His atmosphere was seemingly one of casualness and silliness, but to those with exceptional senses or with force abilities, they could probably sense the darkness, rage, and training inside of him. A bright, cheerful, and casual outside, but inside...was something far beyond what normal people could be used to.

After confirming if it was just them or if there was anyone else, he finally got around to asking. "This it? Or should I expect others that are late?"