...All Alone in the Night...
*A gleaming golden speck in the vast night of a system with few planets, Samus' ship glides through silent space, its destination visible ahead as a tiny point of light which, for all their speed, has grown in only the tiniest increments. From a pinpoint it grew to a scintillating pearl, and from there to a globe at the heart of a shining spider-web of tiny lights. Only when those lights, themselves, resolved into ships the size of office buildings, trundling toward or away from the station ahead, was its sheer scale truly apparent. Not large enough to be an artificial moon or planet, it is still roughly the volume of New York state, in all three dimensions.*
*Within Samus' ship, the air carries the faint, chemical tang of decontamination spray and new rubber. Cradled in the pilot's seat, Samus guides it deftly through the thickening traffic and the outlying spans of the station itself. Her destination is an enclosed docking bay which grinds open upon their approach, a white metal maw opening to engulf them in a small, spotless chamber.*
Welcome to Obichen Outpost, on the turnwise fringe of the Galactic Federation. I've got friends here; you couldn't be in better hands.
*So saying, she disembarks; the shower space doubles as an elevator down and out of the ship, rising again for Telrim and Issek in their turns.*
((We should set up a posting order, so no two of us drag the plot ahead without the third. May I propose Telrim, Aurora, Samus, rinse and repeat?))
*Within Samus' ship, the air carries the faint, chemical tang of decontamination spray and new rubber. Cradled in the pilot's seat, Samus guides it deftly through the thickening traffic and the outlying spans of the station itself. Her destination is an enclosed docking bay which grinds open upon their approach, a white metal maw opening to engulf them in a small, spotless chamber.*
Welcome to Obichen Outpost, on the turnwise fringe of the Galactic Federation. I've got friends here; you couldn't be in better hands.
*So saying, she disembarks; the shower space doubles as an elevator down and out of the ship, rising again for Telrim and Issek in their turns.*
((We should set up a posting order, so no two of us drag the plot ahead without the third. May I propose Telrim, Aurora, Samus, rinse and repeat?))