Surrounded by soldiers armed to the teeth, the shuttle-shaped aircraft was under close watch.
Wearing the Federation's signature blue respirators and holding OW42 pulse rifles aimed downward, they, led by a Major, kept their eyes fixed on the aircraft.
The Major, looking at the single-person aircraft radiating heat, couldn't help but find it amusing.
Had the person inside offended someone?
Using such an uncomfortable single-person aircraft on a planet with such harsh conditions and not even sparing a troop transport.
"Captain Chael, go help our friend open the aircraft," the Major said with a laugh.
Just then, a hiss of white airflow sprayed out from the hatch as the person inside opened it themselves.
"It seems our new friend is in good physical condition."
Amid the billowing white vapor, a young man dressed in standard soldier attire appeared, his respirator effectively filtering the corrosive scent of the planet's air.
