Vreta exchanged polite farewells with the Captain before climbing into the frontmost buggy. Right away, he felt cramped trying to find a comfortable way to sit in a vehicle clearly not meant for him. There was at least no roof he had to duck under, but the seat was small for him, he had little leg room, and he could not avoid crowding up against Freyr beside him. There was no place for his tail, so he had to lean forward in his seat, which only made the problems of leg room worse. At the very least, it would only be for a short time. “Trust me, I have no plans on dying, Dr. Lang. Ideally, no one will be in a position to test Marae’s protocols today.”

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All things considered, it was quicker to get through the space station onto their shuttle than it had been on Rothia. Their official, and time-sensitive government business meant they were processed through the station and herded onto their shuttle in mere minutes. It was one of the unmarked government craft that Outremer officials preferred to use when they did not want to draw attention. The Rothian frigate had made it more quickly through FTL than the Barbarossa, so the Rothian science team was likely already on their way to the surface. 

Vreta did not show it outwardly, but he was nervous for whatever was to come. He did not much care for the uncertainty, and despite all they had learned, the entity was still a huge unknown. For the moment, at least, Vreta could once again stretch out his legs in the shuttle.