The hustle and bustle of Antarean crewmen and the large variety of soldiers below the deck was ever present as the ships moved along the open water. The end destination would be Port Delphinus— And once they arrived, they would start a battle that would eventually change the world.

For now, however, everyone was restless. Every last one of Antares' elite soldiers was anticipating the coming battle, and amongst them was Lieutenant Peter Kross, one of these many Shokktroopers. He found his foot tapping against the floor repeatedly, his gaze cast downward at the floor as he sat there in thought. His eyes squinted ever so slightly for a few moments, before a sigh left his lips as he sat up a little bit more properly.

He found himself almost eager for what was coming. It was strange to feel such a sensation— But at the same time, he was sure others felt a similar sentiment to him. After all, the war that would come would mean Antares would finally see all of Forma united beneath a singular flag. What could be better?

As he sat there in thought, he found himself pulled out of his thinking at the shape of another figure amongst many moving in his peripheral vision— However, he found himself nearly certain whoever it was had been looking at him, prompting him to turn his head and look at you. "Hm—?"