Vreta received little notice from the other residents or staff of the hotel on his way to the entry gear. At least, no more than usual. Non-humans were not an entirely strange sight on Outremer, but it was still a very [i]Human[/i] world, overall. The presence of the Cradle and its meaning for their civilization meant that they were considerably more cautious about outsiders than other Human colonies. From what Vreta knew, even other [i]Human[/i] factions were not guaranteed to be entirely welcome. Still, Vreta’s cover story represented trade, money, and where there was money to be made, there would always be exceptions. 

Upon reaching the room, Vreta was immediately greeted by a staff member: a young Human woman in a white, formal uniform with black trim. For hotel guests, many of whom were visitors to the planet, Cradle access was naturally a supervised affair. Though, to her credit, Vreta did not notice any difference in how she looked at and spoke to a giant reptilian compared to any of the other guests he had seen the employees with. 

“Hello, sir. If you are looking for Cradle access, just give me your access pass and I will get you set right up.” She said right away with a smile. 

For approved offworlders, Cradle access was given by a pass keyed to their identity. “Of course. Here you are.” Vreta said as he handed her a small card from one of the pouches on his belt, which she slotted into a datapad. She used the device to scan him and confirm his identity, which only took a few seconds. 

The woman led Vreta over to an empty Cradle access point, which was built into a chair that he assumed would be rather comfortable…for a Human. For him, it was too small for his height, and he had nowhere convenient to put his tail. Regardless, none of that would matter once he was in the Cradle. It would just make him mildly sore afterwards. 

Once the woman put the access pass in the machine, Vreta was given a list of destinations in the Cradle he was approved to access. For him, it was a rather short list, but the one that mattered was among them. It was a recent expansion by a corporation that he had been doing business with, though Vreta was not sure what he would find once he was there. He just needed to be ready for anything. 

The transition took only moments. It was like falling, briefly. Vreta felt like he wanted to gasp for air, but his body no longer obeyed him. Within seconds, though, he had a new…and admittedly far inferior version of his body to command. He looked virtually the same on the outside, but the software the Humans used to access the Cradle could not properly account for his many enhancements. It meant he had to be even more cautious than usual, but he was not one who felt that he relied upon them. 

The entry point Vreta had appeared in was a small room, currently devoid of other guests. He tugged briefly on the neckline of the jumpsuit the program manifested for him. It did at least fit him, but he found it to be more of an irritant than anything, especially when it rubbed his scales the wrong way.