- RP Date
- YE 46.9
- RP Location
- Jiyuu, Kumo no Kagayaki Station
Kumo no Kagayaki Station
Jiyuu System, YE 46.9
A halo of light enveloped the massive Kumo no Kagayaki Station as Saskia Redd's Hato Class Courier Vessel positioned itself and the station just right. She was a busy woman working for the Ryu Shipping Lane's Fujiko Express Service. Some fancy FDC official forgets their bathing suit to enjoy some after business meeting shenanigans with the local nekos. Or someone needs a message delivered physically because they don't trust SYNC. Whatever it might be, she makes sure it gets to their destination within several hours or less within the Yamatai Star Empire. Destinations outside of the YSE are much more expensive. Today she had some package for a Sun Horatio. She hadn't the slightest idea who that was or what was in the package and she didn't really care to know. She just had one job, to deliver.
While she was waiting in queue, she couldn't help but not gaze in wonder at the station’s elegant, cloudlike structure almost like it was shimmering against the void of space. Streams of shuttlecraft darted back and forth to the station’s numerous docking ports. Beyond the panoramic viewports, bustling activity made it clear: something might be going on. When she finally got clearance for a docking bay to land in, she arrived at the fast and safest pace she could.
Once within the station, her craft secured from would be thieves (can never be too safe), and the station map downloaded into her digital mind implant; she made way towards the nearest internal tram station. She looked at the address once more: Suite G4319-34-223. Judging by her map, that took her to the Stellarastra Luxe Celestial Hotel. In order to reach it from the nearest tram station without going completely around the station was a cargo holding area with passageways running along it she could use. But instead of the shipping containers she was used to in such locations, she was greeted with a grand scene.
The Fuji Corporation had rented out a central Cargo Hold to serve as the main venue of the event with numerous satellite venues in the closest retail concourse. Towering glass walls bathed the space in artificial starlight, casting subtle reflections on polished temporary floors of Yamataian marble. Holographic banners in vibrant hues hovered above the crowd, each displaying the event’s insignia alongside welcome messages in dozens of languages:
"Welcome to the 1st Annual Kikyo Science and Trade Expo – A Celebration of Innovation, Collaboration, and Progress!"
The location was a living tapestry of diversity. Koerlander artisans from Ukmirt in flowing traditional garb stood alongside corporate representatives in sleek, tailored suits. Iris Seriess Service Dolls in maid uniforms moved seamlessly through the crowd, offering assistance to attendees.
To one side of the hold, the Exhibition Hall stretched into the distance, a labyrinthine collection of pavilions and booths, each meticulously designed to showcase the very best of its occupant’s offerings. Holograms pulsed with dynamic demonstrations of cutting-edge technology, from dazzling new starship systems to innovative consumer goods. Scientists offered live demonstrations of pioneering techniques, while artisans proudly displayed their craftsmanship, from intricate jewelry to durable yet elegant survival gear. To the front, the Central Stage loomed, a sleek platform with lights and holographic displays ready to host keynote speeches, panel discussions, and live demonstrations.
Meanwhile, the station's luxurious amenities ensured a constant flow of activity. High-end restaurants catered to the galaxy’s most discerning palates, while quieter lounges offered reprieve from the energetic crowds. In the Networking Pavilion, business people exchanged data and deals over drinks, with projections of planetary systems and market charts lighting the walls around them.
But none of that mattered to Saskia Redd. Clad in her sleek red-and-blue bodysuit, she cut through the crowd like a focused arrow, the package secured under her arm. Whatever grand celebration of progress and innovation this was, she wasn’t here for it.
She was here to deliver.
Jiyuu System, YE 46.9
A halo of light enveloped the massive Kumo no Kagayaki Station as Saskia Redd's Hato Class Courier Vessel positioned itself and the station just right. She was a busy woman working for the Ryu Shipping Lane's Fujiko Express Service. Some fancy FDC official forgets their bathing suit to enjoy some after business meeting shenanigans with the local nekos. Or someone needs a message delivered physically because they don't trust SYNC. Whatever it might be, she makes sure it gets to their destination within several hours or less within the Yamatai Star Empire. Destinations outside of the YSE are much more expensive. Today she had some package for a Sun Horatio. She hadn't the slightest idea who that was or what was in the package and she didn't really care to know. She just had one job, to deliver.
While she was waiting in queue, she couldn't help but not gaze in wonder at the station’s elegant, cloudlike structure almost like it was shimmering against the void of space. Streams of shuttlecraft darted back and forth to the station’s numerous docking ports. Beyond the panoramic viewports, bustling activity made it clear: something might be going on. When she finally got clearance for a docking bay to land in, she arrived at the fast and safest pace she could.
Once within the station, her craft secured from would be thieves (can never be too safe), and the station map downloaded into her digital mind implant; she made way towards the nearest internal tram station. She looked at the address once more: Suite G4319-34-223. Judging by her map, that took her to the Stellarastra Luxe Celestial Hotel. In order to reach it from the nearest tram station without going completely around the station was a cargo holding area with passageways running along it she could use. But instead of the shipping containers she was used to in such locations, she was greeted with a grand scene.
The Fuji Corporation had rented out a central Cargo Hold to serve as the main venue of the event with numerous satellite venues in the closest retail concourse. Towering glass walls bathed the space in artificial starlight, casting subtle reflections on polished temporary floors of Yamataian marble. Holographic banners in vibrant hues hovered above the crowd, each displaying the event’s insignia alongside welcome messages in dozens of languages:
"Welcome to the 1st Annual Kikyo Science and Trade Expo – A Celebration of Innovation, Collaboration, and Progress!"
The location was a living tapestry of diversity. Koerlander artisans from Ukmirt in flowing traditional garb stood alongside corporate representatives in sleek, tailored suits. Iris Seriess Service Dolls in maid uniforms moved seamlessly through the crowd, offering assistance to attendees.
To one side of the hold, the Exhibition Hall stretched into the distance, a labyrinthine collection of pavilions and booths, each meticulously designed to showcase the very best of its occupant’s offerings. Holograms pulsed with dynamic demonstrations of cutting-edge technology, from dazzling new starship systems to innovative consumer goods. Scientists offered live demonstrations of pioneering techniques, while artisans proudly displayed their craftsmanship, from intricate jewelry to durable yet elegant survival gear. To the front, the Central Stage loomed, a sleek platform with lights and holographic displays ready to host keynote speeches, panel discussions, and live demonstrations.
Meanwhile, the station's luxurious amenities ensured a constant flow of activity. High-end restaurants catered to the galaxy’s most discerning palates, while quieter lounges offered reprieve from the energetic crowds. In the Networking Pavilion, business people exchanged data and deals over drinks, with projections of planetary systems and market charts lighting the walls around them.
But none of that mattered to Saskia Redd. Clad in her sleek red-and-blue bodysuit, she cut through the crowd like a focused arrow, the package secured under her arm. Whatever grand celebration of progress and innovation this was, she wasn’t here for it.
She was here to deliver.
