[hr][center][h1][color=f7941d]Side 3[/color][/h1]
[h3][color=f26522]Colony Administration Room> Colony Port
Marie Wellington[/color][/h3][/center]
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After the lukewarm surmising of the rest of the colony's matters, the administrators slowly trickled out of Marie's room, not wishing to bring up the tense situation building between Theodore and Marie. Left alone, she looked behind her through the reinforced glass out into space in contemplation. The centuries of waiting to step on their ancestral home was about to end, if only the Hydrogen fleet could arrive faster. The precious fuel it dragged from the gaseous giant would allow for another great leap of progress, such as that to the moon or Port-1. If this empire on the Earth was capable of repeat rocket launches they have found the solution to their fuel problem, and may even have a chance to retire the Hydrogen fleet. After a small break simply taking in the view, Marie stood up, and called for her personal shuttle to be ready to launch.

Letting Theodore's henchman take command over Port-1 had always given her a dreadful feeling, and with the Governor's recent attempts to divert resources towards the base she was concerned he might try sending a scouting unit before support could be obtained. Her walk from the administration section to the port was aided by the rail line built into the colony's interior. It even provided her a nice view of the colony as it ran through the center shaft. A passenger and her daughter stared at Marie, the mother for recognizing her while the young girl was fascinated by her long hair and the white jumpsuit she sported. After noticing, Marie turned and gave them a rare smile, to which the girl smiled back and giggled before turning to her mom to talk about how weird Marie was. She ignored it, looking back to the window of the tram as the exterior was covered by the structure at the other end of the colony. Shortly afterwards the tram came to a halt inside the port and the occupants departed.

Along the way, Marie watched the woman head to the arrivals terminal, most likely her other half was a soldier returning from an outside assignment. She hoped it wasn't another child, the colonies already ashamed to be recruiting teenagers. Marie sunk the thought to the back of her mind as she reached an elevator for colony administrators and officers which took her directly down to their private port. THe ships here were reserved for administrators and the governor for travel to the nearby outposts, while the governor's personal craft was capable of travelling between the colony groups independently. The [i]Ginga[/i], a shuttle from the universal century, and with a rather unusually large cargo which they could only theorize was meant to personally transport someone's private mobile suit. [color=fff200][i]What a world they held, to which some could carry their suits with them anywhere, and yet they still fell like dominos each time they looked to achieve prosperity.[/i][/color] She was always reprimanded by the ablemen for not using the space, but it kept fuel costs down for adjustments. With her status, the flight was cleared immediately, and the shuttle began accelerating out from the cylinder to its destination, Port-1.