Chains of Command

[Boss]

Once we got clearance from Control, we entered our final approach. I'd never seen so many fighters, weapons platforms, and turrets defending a single station before in my life. At least five different wings scanned us on the last approach alone. The docking tubes weren't the usual either. All ships that landed were clamped in place by giant overhead cranes. I guess they don't like people leaving without permission.

Out the cockpit, down the ramp, and into the midst of about a dozen armed and armored guards. Or wardens. It's hard to tell. Mike and Eli were nowhere to be seen, and I suppose there might have been just a touch of sweat on my brow there. A door on the far side of the hangar slid open, and I was motioned to go through it. Four of the guards came with me, the others stayed with the ship. None of them spoke.

I went past the doors and was more than a little awed at the thickness of them--nearly three feet of solid laser-reflective armored steel. Nothing short of maybe a battleship Mortar could breach those. It made me wonder just what they were keeping out--or in. The hallway itself was large enough for the Grizzly to fly through it with enough room for a battleship or two, and I quickly lost count of how many robots and workers were moving things around, fixing things, and running around with clipboards. Busy place.