The cabin was sleek and modern — barely any furniture in sight aside from five plush leather seats, a small refreshment bar in the back, and a couple of fold-out tables.
All in all, the interior looked like it belonged in a high-end private jet rather than a military vessel.
The jet itself was fully automated, being controlled by a specialized AI. We could take back manual control, but since our destination was already set and the AI could make its own adjustments, there was no real need.
Aarav had seemed to claim a seat by the window. He had his long legs kicked up on an empty chair, lazily swirling the leftover ice in his coffee cup while tapping away on his phone.
The guy was probably just a year older than me, but he looked like such a grown-up.
Vereshia was at the far end, seated stiffly in front of a floating holographic display.
Maps of Iron Height's rugged, mountainous terrain were flickering in shades of translucent red and blue, projecting right over her lap.
