Aeon
Trowa examined the ship around him as he followed Keiko to the cabins. "I've been reviewing the schematics of the new Plumeria class gunship, but it's definitely better to examine with your own eyes. You'll have to let me know when how she handles compared to the old Aeon." When they stopped at the cabin door the Nepleslian pilot went said, "Excuse me for just a moment."
Trowa closed the door behind him and looked around the room. So this was going to be home for the foreseeable future. Not that he'd probably be spending too much time in here besides to sleep. Quickly he unpacked one of his bags with spare uniforms and hung them up in one of the rooms lockers so they wouldn't wrinkle any more than they probably already were on his trip out here. Then he took out a few personal items and placed them on the desk, three pictures. One was a picture of his wife, Estrella. She was wearing a red dress that fitted her to perfection and complemented her dark hair and skin so well. She was dancing bachata, her favorite style of dance. Trowa could almost hear the güira playing its fast tempo beat along with the bongos and guitar. The next picture was of his little girl, Elanor Aeon, dressed in a yellow dress at a picnic they had gone on when she was three years old. The last picture was at the same picnic, with the three of them dancing merengue. Again Trowa felt a tear at heart. Serving on a space ship like the Aeon and hopefully one day commanding his own ship had been a dream of his since he was Elanor's age. But he loved his wife and daughter so much and he was missing them right now more than he thought possible.
With a heavy sigh, Trowa composed himself and stepped back out into the hall. "Ok." He said to Keiko, "I'm ready. Show me where the XO is."