Shuttlecraft
Santo Hei Rein Sif sighed in annoyance as he squeezed into his padded seat, between one end of the row of seats and a short Neko girl. As he sat, the man wiggled his muscular arms forwards as to not be trapped by his sides when the shuttle's seat harness clamped down over him. Unnecessary if you asked him, like anyone would target a shuttlecraft over anything else on a major starbase - what would a metal bar do to save you anyway?
Tugging one end of his purple-paneled working uniform to iron out the creases, the Nepleslian-blooded man's heavily tattooed forearms were revealed as his sleeve cuffs hiked up with the movement, drawing a curious glance from the Neko beside him.
The shuttle eventually sidled alongside to the YSS Aeon, moving along at a fairly slow pace. Finally, the airlocks joined and with a deep "hiss" the doors bridging the two vessels slid open. "Excellent.." the Infantryman muttered, standing and pacing over to the threshold. This first step aboard this new station, this Plumeria, promised much. His boot thumped as he stepped through, ducking to get under the entranceway. Who knew what was in store?