The drab green paint on the interior corridors of the crew sections that housed the defence force for the ship were a comforting sight to Max as he made his way down the length of the ship on a transport buggy.
The floors were polished, the interior was immaculate, and the sounds of the crew training in the larger rooms that they passed were a familiar setting for him, and it was good to know that his absence hadn't led to them slacking off.
The gyms were still packed with soldiers, and they all seemed to be in top shape, not getting chubby and soft.