A transport cart moved through the Ark's interior corridors with the kind of efficiency that came from decades of military optimization. Noah sat beside Sophie, watching the massive station's inner workings pass by through the cart's transparent panels.
The corridors were wide enough to accommodate heavy equipment, their walls lined with directional markers and safety protocols in multiple languages. Personnel moved in organized streams—some in combat gear heading to training facilities, others in technical uniforms carrying tablets and equipment cases, a few in formal dress similar to what Team 7 wore.
"Sector 7-B, Administrative Wing," the cart's automated system announced. "Estimated arrival at tribunal chamber: four minutes."
Kelvin leaned forward, trying to catch glimpses of everything they passed. "It's like a city. An actual city floating in space."
