As the group stepped onto the Normandy-class vessel, its interior lights flickered on and illuminated the sci-fi intensive corridors of black metal and silver alloy while the air inside smelled like a brand-new car fresh from the showroom.
Damon took the lead. "Alright everyone, our first stop should be the bridge so that we can get acquainted with our new command center."
They moved through the central corridor, which curved slightly with the ship's hull. The floors were smooth and soundless, absorbing the sounds of their different shoes (or metallic boots in the case of Protizen).
The bridge itself opened like a sci-fi throne room, with wide panoramic windows stretching across the front that allowed one to peep at the infinite expanse of space outside.
"Wow…" Xela gasped.
She rushed to the window to press her face against it and look out. "It's like we're flying inside a luxury sci-fi anime."
