Abel was used to luxury, having grown up as a politician's son on Earth, but he wasn't expecting to find it here, on a military station. He triple-checked the location and coordinates he'd been given, thinking that this was all wrong. He was supposed to be meeting a fighter, wasn't he? A soldier. Even if fighters were lauded as heroes, this was still... so much. So luxurious.

But maybe that, too, made sense. Abel was the best, so he'd be given to the best, out of all the fighters in the alliance. Maybe he did belong here, and this was his reward for all his hard work in the academy.

Heart racing, Abel approached the door and rang the buzzer, hoping that his fighter would be in and he wouldn't have to wait.