The space jet hissed as it touched down on the final docking platform, its elegant hull still humming from atmospheric reentry.
Ren stood near the exit ramp, now freshly dressed and composed, or at least outwardly.
He draped his black coat over his shoulders, shielding himself from the biting chill in the air.
His dark boots were perfectly shiny, and not a strand of his long silver hair seemed out of place. But beneath the composed exterior, his heart thudded wildly as if it might betray him at any moment.
Fu Xian gave Kaizen a glance before pressing the switch.
The hatch opened with a slow pressurized sigh, revealing the blinding glare of midday and the glint of black uniforms almost blending in the darkness of the night. Soldiers were moving according to their placements.
One figure stood out among the soldiers. The young man had a slender frame, weaker than others, his brown hair glistened under the lights.
Liora.
