“Of course, Commander. It would be nice to see more of your ship. Once the exchange personnel are aboard, you can join us as we’ll have to show them around as well. They will of course be issued schematics of the ship, but those don’t beat seeing things for yourself with a guide to answer questions.” the Primarch said and gestured for his men to follow.

“If you’re going as far as to grow your own bodies, why not simply build them. A machine is more modular than an organic shell. Can’t tack upgrades onto organic bodies as you go.” the engineer chimed in as the trio followed Astra out of the room, “Unless someone decides to detonate an EMP bomb in your vicinity, but there’s a fix to that as well, just a bit complicated. That’s the reason personnel with prosthetics aren’t allowed into combat or frontline roles. Can’t have half your crew lose a limb or two in such an occurrence.”

[b][u]ED Explorer, Docking bay[/u][/b]
“Explorer actual, Glaive six, confirmed. Cleared for landing, port hangar, manual approach.” The pilot acknowledged and begun a counter-clockwise circle around the destroyer. ”Automated landings? Who does she take me for?” he complained to his comrades over the intercom, “Do I look like I’ve never held flight sticks before in my life?” Upon reaching the destroyers ten o’clock, he tightened the approach, planting the ship right into the hangar entrance. Once inside, the ships wings and engines turned 90 degrees to point down. The wings twitched with each motion of the pilots controls, gently nudging the ship to the first free space between two ships he assumed to be Faira shuttles. Turning the ship 180 degrees to make egress easy, he extended the landing legs and, setting down the ship gently, tried to secure it magnetically with success. As the engine note died down, he opened the door leading to the troop compartment.
“You’ve reached the ED Explorer. The flight terminates, please mind the gap.”
The three pilots stood up, collected their things and lowered the boarding ramp, exiting the shuttle to meet their new commander. Saluting in union, the lead Narix spoke up.
“Admiral Cygnus, I presume? Legate Achzarit, 107th Assault Squadron Leader. These are Praetorian Lindus, a Wing Leader of my squadron, and Praetorian iris, Senior Wing Leader of the 242nd Interceptor Squadron. All formerly, that is.”

Behind them, the Pillagers boarding ramp shut. “Explorer control, Glaive six, requesting launch clearance.”