Meanwhile, in a nearby fueling depot, Shona Bell jumped down from the crew cab of a cargo hauler, sliding her anti-glare sunglasses down from her forehead as the blazing sun it her face. The trip between Ourvan AFB, where her unit - no, her former unit now - had been based, to the landcruiser dock was a pretty familiar one. She'd driven, or been driven, up and down it heaps of time over the last few months, and there was always a steady stream of trucks and staff cars going back and forth. It had been easy enough to find a transport with a free seat and a friendly driver.

Waving her thanks, the bat hurried off towards the dockside, smiling brightly as her new home came into view. She'd studied the Paravan's Claw's file extensively ever since she'd received her assignment - the landship was beautiful, no questions asked. Smaller than most cruisers, but that just made it seem sleeker, faster. Fishing her PADD out, she pulled up her reassignment letter and opened some of the attached files, thumbing through them until she found whats he was looking for - her new CO's file. Checking the time with a hint of nervousness - it would be absolute hell to be late on her first day - she looked around, comparing the file photo to the scattering of foxes she could see around. [i] Loading ramp, it says... which one? I can see three from here... ah![/i]

Spotting a small group of soldiers standing in a loose line before a red fox, she pocketed her PADD and hurried over, taking a deep breath. [i]OK, here we go.[/i] "Shona Bell, also reporting, sir!" She said formally, raising her voice over the bustle of the quay, snapping off a salute and trying to ignore how most of the assembled pilots were at least half a head taller than her.