The warband finds their own nooks and crannies to change in. Most wear their new clothes over their armor, giving them a bulky look. Closer up, it was obvious they were wearing armor. Still, it is definitely not uncommon to wear protection. Aelia takes her carapace off and wears her clothing over her bodyglove. Eizen doesn't bother changing, preferring to showcase his arms and armor.
The courier gives a sigh of relief as you all finally head down to the shuttlebay. Your's is prepped and ready, and the courier straps you all in. He does the sign of the aquila and bids you good luck as the shuttle descends into the black of space.
The ride is fine and smooth. At least it was, until you entered the atmosphere. By then it felt like every shake and bump was some important piece of the shuttle bursting into flames. After what felt like eternity, the repulsor engines grind the shuttle to a halt as it lands in Port Gyre.
Stepping outside, Port Gyre is one of the rare places in the hive not dominated by a plasteel and rockcrete sky, though the view isn't much better. Sanctionaries, the local enforcers in Desoleum, patrol the port, looking first and foremost for those wishing to escape their oaths unfulfilled. The numerous port workers, clerks, and even the menials are clearly accepting bribes so that business 'goes smoothly'.
None of this is your concern however. Your concern is in the Apex where the nobility resides.