The rest of the approach was smooth, albeit quite a sight. The world outside the window appeared to set alight, and soon the only thing that would prevent us from fueling it with our own bodies would be the the reinforced plating surrounding the ship's exterior. I felt something grab onto my right hand; my mother's talon, gently grabbing mine. I returned the gesture, and tried to keep a relaxed breathing pattern to distract myself as we approached nearer and nearer to the planet. I was tempted to close my eyes at one point, as if that would somehow decrease the risk of collision, but I ultimately decided against it, realizing it wouldn't make a difference. My worries were soon relieved as at last, we broke through the edge of the earth and we could afford to slow down. The fireball that seemed to surround the window soon dissipated and at long last, we got our first glimpse at the earth. Though, at the moment, all we could see were what could only be described as gatherings of white dust. A few of the non-human passengers, sat agape. For me, it was a not too unfamiliar sight.

"I guess clouds also appear back on Palaven, huh?" The man who had talked to me before suddenly pondered in my direction, noting my lack of response to the cloud cover. I set some more time aside this time, to get a better idea of his appearance. As I guessed earlier from his voice, he was about the same age as both my parents, somewhere in the region of 40-50 years old. He had a sharpness about his demeanor that gave the impression of many battles fought, but not just of the physical kind. His black colored eyes accented this. On the other hand, his impish stature told of a want to maintain a degree of youth, or perhaps it was just a matter of that simply being who he was. I ultimately decided to answer his question in a more extensive manner, creating a conversation.

"Palaven is quite similar to Virmire in weather actually. The weak gravitational core mostly affects the radiation levels, not so much the cloud cover and rain cycles" I replied, explaining my lack of a reaction.

"Oh, yeah, I see. What's a little guy like you doing on a ship to Earth anyway? I'm guessing those are your parents behind you." he said, nodding to them in the seats on the other side of me.

"Yeah, they are. Well, how can I best put it…" I organized my thoughts for a few moments, and then gave my answer "...apparently you, as in, humans, have been short on document translators recently?" I opened with a question, to make sure this person had a vague idea of what I'd be talking about.

"I saw that on a recent news feed. I gotta admit, I was confused, isn't all translating done automatically by computers now? You'd think with today's technology it'd be possible."

This was the answer I was expecting. I gave in return the expected explanation.

"Most of it is, but for important documents, ones that need to be sent from government to government, they need actual translators to make sure that everything sent contains no errors of any sort. Computers are prone to translate too literally sometimes, and no one wants to risk a conflict just because one word was mistranslated, as we know has happened in declarations of the past. My mother just so happens to speak fluent English as well as our native language; our family always being involved in politics and the like, she was given a job opportunity as Turian Translator/Ambassador on Earth. Let's just say the salary was one that couldn't be refused." I finished, trailing off.

"Man, tough break. So you just decided to move like that?" He said, with a hint of empathy in his voice.

"Well, I have to be honest, I don't mind. What matters most of all is that they're happy with what we're doing, I should be supportive." I stated assertively. At this he smiled, and allowed himself a small grunt of a chuckle.

"Damn, it's true what they about you." He remarked, piquing my interest.

"What do you mean?"

"You Turians really do put everyone else before yourself. Crazy fools." He shook his head, in disappointment or lack of understanding, I could not tell which, though I chuckled all the same.

I wondered if all humans were like him, and if that was the case, would that be a positive thing or a negative thing?

The man finally turned back to observe the front window, where we could see we had finally broken through the clouds and were now on our way to the London Spaceport. Something that fascinated me about the Earth was how even just upon its own surface, you would find more variety than you would in some entire star systems. In its own nations and cultures, on one side of the earth you would find humans leading a completely different attitude to life than a group of humans on the other side. That was something that wasn't often seen back home, if ever. It was something I was sure I would find out more about during my stay here, and in that sense, I was truthfully looking forward to it. On the same token…

...my train of thought was interrupted by an increase in volume as the ship slammed hard on the air brakes and pulled in slowly to dock. The pilot misjudged the landing by a fraction and ended up grating against the connection from the ship's door to the dock, making a grating sound that sounded like a Varren's roar; it made me and a few others cringe. Soon thereafter the grating stopped, signifying we had finally arrived, as I counted on the announcement system kindly reminding us, right on cue.

"We have now arrived at the Paul McCartney Space port in London, England. Current earth time is 10:45 PM on a 24 hour clock system. Outside temperature is a comfortable 23 degrees Celsius or 296 degrees Kelvin. Please unfasten your seat belts and disembark through the main hull exit to pass through decontamination and immigration. Thank you for traveling with Quantas Spaceways, we hope you've had a pleasant voyage."

"Come on Neyal, we don't want to end up at the back of the queue" My father called out to me as he got out of his seat, and my mother did the same. I undid my harness and followed them closely out of the main hall, onto the deck and through the main door onto the dock. I took one last look back at the metal heap that had transported us from home to here, and couldn't help but feel amazed. For the first time, I realized what a journey I had just made, almost taken for granted. I could not tell at the time what architecture it was, but I also didn't care. I had an admiration for the construction that I simply didn't realize I had before, no matter who had built it.

"One day…" I remember saying to myself "...I will build something that attracts as much wonder as that"

I turned around to find my parents waving at me to come over, before I got lost. I hurriedly rushed back to them and followed them through the long, boring, and indescribable process of immigration that I will not describe here for the sake of whoever's reading this and my own sanity attempting to make a record of it.