The hovercraft was an ugly thing. It had looked gorgeous from the outside, with its subdued blue and yellow paint and sleek curves. It seemed to be a vessel fit for royalty. The inside was hideous. Its pitiful attempt at interior decoration did not go unnoticed; it had twirling trappings hanging from its padded ceiling, bright little knick-knacks placed along the back of seats and near the armrests that not even the most insane businessman would have on his desk, and a floor-scheme that clashed with the seats, the windows, and everything else about the vehicle. “Sergeant Kae Gaethon, sir.” “I…”