Jia double-checked her seatbelt and harness as Erik finished docking the MX 60 in the Army ballistic transport.
It was the first time she’d flown in a military transport instead of a civilian craft, but other than a denser series of docking ports for vehicles through most of the body and some heavy docking clamps near the front for larger military vehicles, there wasn’t much difference.
It didn’t have any obvious armor on the outside, but that made sense. If they were launching ballistic transports and didn’t control the area, it was pointless to expect them to survive. Armor wouldn’t do much against decent surface-to-air missiles or AAA.
Erik had changed the color to a dull gray to stand out less, but it was pointless. The flight today was empty except for the MX 60. It was eerie.
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