“Uh, well…” Senjen struggled to come up with an answer immediately, as he found the question to be deceptively complicated. He had read up on at least some of the galactic history his people had not been around to witness. It was not all bad, to be sure. Even all the known civilizations combined had only scratched the surface of what there was to explore in just their corner of the galaxy, and sometimes, they could cooperate on it. Most people still lived among their own species, but then were some places like Korit where aliens of all types could be found. They were much rarer, admittedly, but these were the places that had captured Senjen’s imagination. With the sheer amount of space and abundance of most resources out in the galaxy, though, he had not expected as much conflict or outright warfare as there had apparently been, perhaps because he had not realized the value of habitable worlds to every single other species. They were decidedly [i]not[/i] abundant, and usually worth fighting over in some way or another.

“I...hope we can avoid the wars I keep reading about. That’s probably the first thing that comes to mind. Maybe we can, though, since we don’t have to compete over habitable worlds. Orostro is the only planet we have that can support life, and we don’t really need any others. When there isn’t fighting, I feel like the galaxy could be a wonderful place. Or at least a very interesting one to explore.” Senjen began. As they spoke, the next monorail arrived and they were able to move from the crowded corridor onto the still-crowded transport. It was fairly quick-moving, about as much as they could get away with without sending its passengers tumbling into one another whenever it accelerated. Different areas of the passenger train seemed to cater to different species and their preferred methods of securing themselves. They were not evenly divided either, Senjen noticed. He guessed that the distribution of seats was probably the same as the demographic distribution of the planet’s visitors, in the name of efficiency. Not one of them looked to be made for the average Utaysi frame, but he had an iron grip and could keep himself steady wherever he needed to stand. The monorail moved through the middle of one of the spokes, “up” towards the Grand Concourse at the center of the station. The trains moving through the center lines would not stop along the spoke, but there were smaller elevators closer to the outside that led to private residences along the outer wall of the spoke. The sheer size of the station did impress him for the fact that even the spokes had livable space, as well as their commitment to not wasting even a small amount of it.

Senjen continued once they were settled. “The Quelun-Vosh, your people, are maybe one of the most immediately interesting to me. Not only are you an aquatic species, unlike all the others out here, but the place your species came from is just so fundamentally [i]different[/i] from all the rest. Deep underwater, in a lightless place except what your own bodies make. I can’t help but to wonder about all the [i]little[/i] things that must be different, that I might not even think about.”