Vostok explored the ship without fear. He knew - or at least, suspected - that cameras were all over the ship. Thus, so long as he did not actually meddle with equipment or annoy or other members of the crew nobody should complain about his presence.
He made his way to the Armory, and visually examined the weapons stored therein. "I hope we get to board and capture an enemy ship someday." The thought was perhaps naive, but not entirely unrelated - for if boarding actually ocurred, these would be the weapons used by the infantry.
He contemplated paying a quick visit to the medical center, but he did not dwell too much in it. "Needles and stimpatches were never my forte." Besides, he would have to spent time here later on so he had no hurry to see it.
He continued to the Power Armor Bay. "Impressive... Even moreso than in the Holomovies." The Power Armor suits were imposing, their technology one of the Imperial marvels. Then again, the very ship he was standing on was an Imperial marvel as well. With that line of thought, the Power Armor suits sounded less impressive and more ubiquitous. "It boils down to who has the better ships."
Garret finally reached the Shuttle Bay, and inspected the 'small ships' stationed there. "It is likely that these are little more than glorified passenger vessels." The thought amused him a little - in part because of how probable it's truth was. Larger ships such as the YSS Aeon were, after all, the workhorse and lifeline of the Imperial Star Army - small ships like these were in contrast mere transportation aids.
"Nevertheless, they have their own beauty. In a world of behemots, these little animals carry on with their duty. Perhaps one day I and others will owe our lives to them." He indulged that line of thought and imagined a great battle with the Aeon at the forefront, all the while staring at those simple shuttles.
