Chapter 163: Port Nova
The metallic clang of boots on the ship’s ramp echoed through the morning air as hordes of people shuffled forward in organized chaos. Arthur felt the nervous energy radiating from the crowd around him, a mixture of anticipation and dread that seemed to permeate every conversation and sideways glance. The journey to Port Nova had been long and uncomfortable, but it was nothing compared to the uncertainty that awaited them all on solid ground.
"Everyone keep moving, once you receive your station report immediately for further orders!" The voice crackled through the ship’s speakers, cutting through the murmur of anxious voices. Arthur exchanged a glance with Aziel, both of them unconsciously straightening their shoulders as they prepared to face whatever awaited them.
The line moved with surprising efficiency, though Arthur couldn’t help but notice how some people seemed to freeze momentarily when they reached the front, as if the reality of their situation was only now fully hitting them.
When they finally reached the bottom of the ramp, Arthur was immediately struck by the organized chaos that surrounded them. Military personnel moved with practiced efficiency, directing the flow of new arrivals while processing paperwork. The contrast between the nervous energy of the civilians and the calm professionalism of the soldiers created an atmosphere that was both reassuring and intimidating.
A man in a simple booth flanked by multiple soldiers looked up from his computer as Arthur and Aziel approached. His military attire was pristine despite the obvious wear of long hours, and his expression carried the particular brand of tired patience that came from processing hundreds of similar interactions. The soldiers flanking him maintained alert postures, their eyes constantly scanning the crowd.
"Names," the man said without preamble, his fingers already poised over his keyboard.
Arthur and Aziel exchanged another glance.
"Arthur Kendrick," he said, his voice steadier than he felt.
"Aziel Borasten," his friend added, and Arthur could hear the same forced composure in Aziel’s tone.