The station's Navigator folded space again, through the semi-secret gate Lafiel, Sah'ot and Zevran found. The fee had been paid and the secret to passing given (apparently one needed to bring a quantity of Antivesuvian soil to pass through safely, so somewhere in the station was what was essentially an excavated pleasure garden). An ansible ( Read more... )

Junction is ended. The great mobile domes are one by one being deflated. The merchants offer their final prices. And everywhere, shuttles are taking off, bringing the revelers back to their waiting ships. The illusion of being in a heroic fantasy will soon evaporate for all of them, and they will resume their roles as rebels, enforcers, workers, ( Read more... )

The second day. The crowds have only gotten larger.

[OOC: It's all in the threads]

Antivesuvio was a true garden world. It was as if an army of landscapers had systematically combed the planet, levelling, steppeing, hillocking and in general artfully arranging things. Flowerbeds were arranged in patterns large enough to only be seen from orbit. Gently babbling rivers were pre-provided with shellike boats ( Read more... )

This time, when they arrived at the gate, they were not alone. Distantly visible were the glimmerings of other craft. Some where the elaborately jeweled and bronzed structures of Fay'lia craft (not to worry though: the Fay'lia merchants had pressured the legions to maintain a zone of official neutrality for two century* around the universal gate). ( Read more... )