T7 Transport
Eun-Kyung was on pins and needls; excited, nervous, and joyful. She was going back to the Aeon. It wasn’t as if she’d had zero contact or word since she’d lift to join Tai Tso Ruiko’s crew aboard the Integrity. Indeed, as commanding officer of the 7th, it would have been strange if Ise-Taisa had never at the very least issued orders to one of her subordinate units. Still, actually returning to the ship’s company was another thing entirely. Of course her return was once again in the middle of an ongoing mission - and Eun-Kyung distinctly recalled what an altogether unpleasant mission that had turned out to be - but as of yet there was no reason to assume the worst.
Though the inertial dampners gave no hint of the maneuver, long years in space told her the shuttle was rolling on its gyros, which could only mean docking was imminent. She gathered up her belongings and called forward to the flight crew.
“Thanks for the ride.” Receiving a thumbs up in reply, she turned and stared up at the overhead. The indicators near the docking ring had already switched from red to yellow and a moment later became a steady green, showing a good seal between the mount and the Aeon’s docking tube. At a command from the flight deck, the hatch hissed open and the artificial gravity in the passenger section fell away helpfully to zero-g. Pushing off lightly from the deck, Eun-Kyung swam through the tube, smiling as she crossed the threshold to the Aeon proper.
She didn’t linger long and set off for the crew lounge, figuring that would be the best place to stow her gear until she had a proper cabin assignment again. She looked around, smiling even more broadly.
“Welcome back,” she muttered softly to herself. Then, she wheeled about and departed for the bridge. The corridors, though technically identical to those in the Integrity somehow felt different, as did the hatch to the bridge. She paused in front of it for a moment, inspecting her appearance and pulling her tunic down to tighten out any stray wrinkles. Satisfied, Eun-Kyung nodded once and reached out to hit the admittance key.
As the door slid open, she took a proper two steps in, stopped, squared herself, and bowed deeply from the waist.
“Ma’am, Kim Eun-Kyung-Chui, reporting for duty.”