The transport approached the human prototype carrier slowly. There were actually no windows in the transport so only the pilots got a glimpse of the nearly kilometer long vessel. Military transports were possibly the ugliest things in the whole navy. They were boxes with wings welded on. Their purpose was to provide armor and troops, not to look fancy or ride smooth... at all.<br/>Harrison was having trouble with the smooth ride part at the moment. This was his first time on a transport after all. Up until now he had only taken a commercial liner from Earth to the moon, to go to the training facility their. That ride was at least half an hour long. This one was proving a little more uncomfortable. Having taken another commercial ship with the new recruits from the moon to mars and then this military transport out to the Morning Star.<br/><br/>Others just conversed with one another, there were humans and Avali. Most Avali went to the moon for flight school and such. there were talkative people and then there was Harrison. Who at this moment was occupied with the turbulence the transport was going through. "Too bad they didn't let us stay on Mars longer, eh?" he heard a male cadet say. "Yeah solar system's biggest shopping mall." he heard another reply. This was true though a lot of political families lived on Mars because it was prestigious to do so, didn't stop it from becoming the trade center for humanity when Humanity met the Avali.<br/><br/>About ten minutes later however it was just past conversation. The transport slowed down as it landed on the flight deck of the Morning Star with a muffled thump. The sharp hiss of the energy shield could be heard as the inner lock was sealed from the deadly vacuum of space. Slowly the rear door to the transport opened and the new pilots began to file out of the transport haphazardly lining up on the flight deck in four rows of twenty-five. Harrison was in the second front row awaiting orders from the captain or whoever he or she sent to review.