It had been a couple of days by shuttlecraft before Conrad laid eyes on the Leviathan. It sure seemed to live up to its namesake. From the specs he’d read, the Leviathan was longer than a Galaxy class ship but not quite as tall or with as many decks. All-in-all he was impressed with the look of her. He just hoped things were as clean inside with the crew.
After a handful of minutes communicating their purpose and intention to dock, the pilot brought the ship into the flight deck and gently set it down.
Conrad stood from the auxiliary seat and stretched, a couple of pops issued from his shoulders. After straightening out his uniform he picked up his duffle bag and exited the shuttle.
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