Awkward Introductions, Chapter One: Perla
Huañak Cluster
Wirru Expanse
Tianhu System
JinShan Orbit
Eptli
Pontorson-sur-Ciel
A motor scooter's engine sputtered and switched off, the noise muffled by soft, warm, humid air in a place where no air at all should have naturally been. The scooter hovered calmly over the superconducting pavement as its driver dismounted and began making his way down the sidewalk.
Coronel yawned as he glanced up through the hab tent, slowly strolling down the now largely-empty streets of Pontorson-sur-Ciel's main hab tent. It was early in the artificial day-night cycle, here behind the vast shadow of the gas giant JinShan, and Heliosito, the uulchi ministar that orbited their little moon, was still just a dim splotch in the dark sky. The sunlet, even at full blast, was weaker even than the light of Tianhu Prime, two AU away- Heliosito's fusion cores had been old before Coronel was born. But the sunlet was still adequate for Pontorson-sur-Ciel's needs, and had been for the hundreds of years since the Quadruple Alliance had presented it as a gift to the settlement's founders.
He yawned again, wishing he were back in bed.
The miniature sycamores that lined the town's boulevards rustled in an artificial breeze as Coronel continued down the street. Through the transparent membrane of the hab tent, beside the slowly growing luminescence of Heliosito, there were the tiny colored blips of ships and shuttles, waiting in orbit for permission to land and guidance telemetry.
Coronel yawned again as he meandered up the steps to the door of his building. Like many in the settlement, it was made of the pinkish-gold silicate stone that formed most of Eptli's mass, and even in the dim light it shone with the same peculiar beauty that had inspired settlers to first come to this seemingly harsh and most distinctly unappealing of moons. The doors swung silently open before him as his japasoft used his proximity chip to chatter away with the AIs in the building, providing entry codes and identification.
As usual, the building was empty. The comforting click-whir of hard drives, whirring away in darkness, and the gentle hum of the lights switching on was all that greeted him, as they had for sixteen years. Coronel winced a little as he pushed open the flimsy composite door to his office- his back was twinging again, since he'd forgotten his nano-injection the night before.
As had happened every day of the week, at the beginning of his morning shift, for sixteen years, his computer buzzed happily at him.
"Good morning."
"Mornin'," he replied, plopping down in his chair. "What's new?"
"Five large vessels are currently in parking orbit, as well as a yacht and two small vehicles, requesting authorization to land. All have presented authentication and sent down cargo manifests, and there are open hangars waiting for them. Three vessels departed on schedule, one small passenger vehicle departed 35 minutes behind schedule because of a late passenger. Six vessels entered the system, one of the three vessels that departed the port headed to the Outer Belt on a merchant circuit. All six will arrive later today, four of them during your shift, during which time three launch pads will be freed up-"
"Query, clarify: three hangars cleared during my shift, or three hangars cleared throughout the day?"
"Three hangars will be cleared throughout the day. Additionally-"
"Display data for all vehicles seeking landing telemetry."
The computer immediately threw up a hologram for him, overly pixelated thanks to their cheap, older equipment. Coronel began flicking through it, but it seemed the computer was not yet finished.
"Additionally, sensor st-"
"Computer, silent." Coronel frowned as he waved his hand to flick through the hologram, which jumped unsteadily. Damnit. Someone let the cores get too warm, he thought in irritation as the lag continued.
"Computer, display the specifics for the yacht in orbit requesting landing telemetry."
The hologram jumped again.
The uulchi ship was shaped like a teardrop, with four fusion torches mounted on the fat end and bulging up from the eerily pearlescent skin that seemed to shine just a little brighter than it ought to in the near-total darkness of JinShan's shadow. It was registered as a private yacht from Lifen-di, but anyone could see the vessel was not intended for humans. Even the most basic spectrometry sensors could detect its interior was filled with water, its hull almost completely unshielded, and, of course, it had the trademark of every uulchi ship from the frontier to Irkhaes: the same peculiar hull material, looking as if it were made out of hammered, shaped mother-of-pearl.
The arrival of an uulchi ship, Coronel mused, would prove interesting indeed, whatever it was here for.
His computer was trying to say something again. "Additionally, sensor stations have detected the arrival of several unidentified objects, presumed to be ships, which are now travelling coreward."
"Cross-reference unidentified objects with known vessels, classified within the Milky Way."
The computer was quiet for a moment.
"No matches with known vessels. Unidentified objects remain well outside of our control zone, but are on a vector to enter it in several hours at their present velocity."
"Alright." Coronel tapped the hologram a few times to set himself a reminder about the objects for later. Probably either Shan sneaking around or something following that yacht from Irkhaes. "Grant permission to the yacht to land as well."
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