The metallic clang of boots on the ship's ramp echoed through the morning air as hordes of people shuffled forward in organized chaos. Arthur felt the nervous energy radiating from the crowd around him, a mixture of anticipation and dread that seemed to permeate every conversation and sideways glance. The journey to Port Nova had been long and uncomfortable, but it was nothing compared to the uncertainty that awaited them all on solid ground.
"Everyone keep moving, once you receive your station report immediately for further orders!" The voice crackled through the ship's speakers, cutting through the murmur of anxious voices. Arthur exchanged a glance with Aziel, both of them unconsciously straightening their shoulders as they prepared to face whatever awaited them.
