"where are we headed? Why, to the firing range of course.  We gotta make sure all the systems are in proper order," replied Razzly's passenger.  "Besides, I needed to head over that direction for an assignment anyway."<br/>-----------------------<br/>Einstein colony had many tran lines dispersed throughout itself.  Transports, often called trans, were the lifeblood of the station, as they were the quickest, safest, and cleanest(environmentally at least) means of getting around.  The tran that Tanr had just boarded was one of the newly refurbished trans, one which had been fixed up by none other than "Dr. Tran" himself, the well renowned Tran repair specialist, who was rumored to be an "actual doctor". Regardless, the tran still had that "new tran" smell.<br/><br/>The tran was sparsely occupied with very few individuals riding it, odd since it was still the height of rush hour. There was a middle aged couple, chatting about unspecific things, a young teenager with her younger brother, an old man reading a newspaper, and a man who was leaning back against the bench wearing a hat to cover his face. It looked like he was taking a nap between stops.<br/>--------------------------------<br/>As Ciel moved to leave the lockeroom, she took note of her appearance in a mirror.  She was quite self conscious about her appearance because she looked incredibly young for her age, even for an Animus.  She could almost pass off as a human because her hair color was red, though that trait had almost died off in humans. It was even rarer for someone to have red hair amongst the Animus, because the overseers had systematically attempted to weed out certain genetic traits in the Animus, to make them easily distinguishable from humans.  Traits that were common in humans regarding eye and hair color were uncommon in Animus, and vice versa.  Thus her violet eyes, while not as common as crimson, weren't all that unusual for her species.  The combination of red hair with violet eyes caused her to be seen as odd by both species though, and her slow maturation had also been noted. On the other hand, she'd entered the pre-vessel stage at a much younger age than most Animus. All in all, in her knee length skirt and over sized sweatshirt, she looked awkward and gangly, much like a pre-teen.  She hated it.  In a huff, she left the lockeroom and walked down the corridor with hurried steps, eager to get outside and onto her scooter.<br/>--------------------------------<br/>Meanwhile, the cargo freighter, Veklarung, had just reached the edge of Einstein colony's sensor range. Aboard the freighter, numerous pilots were chomping at the bit to get some action...