Station Stellar Gate
Terminal Map
Date: 12, 4, 3004
End of the Gold Trails
End of the Gold Trails
The Gold Trail end signified the single loss of the biggest market odyssey that has been or would be seen for years, it was the one occasion where the many divided colonies and factions opened up to trade to the Sol system and it's neighbors, bringing with it prosperity, luxury and unbelievable traffic. It left with with all three of these as well, which in and of itself was of just as much wonder. The ships of all cargo and domestic varieties sprawled over the galaxy in a single queue with the oddity of a delirious architect fantastical visions.
Orbs floated aimlessly, blocks with glass eyes peered out at the traffic, pyramids, torus in plastic, Cargo ships anchored into the horizon and beyond the human eye while a series of foreign and long forgotten ship designs slowly all drifted in a 250 ship wide lane. The length of these ques all extended beyond the dreams of the most ambitious land grabbing powers, yet they staggered at best and floated lazily towards the Stellar Codex. The biggest station that marked the inner borders of Unity and the Colonies.
Each of these lanes, and above them had war ships with clear paintings of deep sea blue the size of titans, casting shadows over hundreds of even the biggest of cargo trawlers while consuming the sun from view hovering around them. Smaller carriers and interceptors from bombers and fighters all fly over in quick scans, new ones replacing those that disappear in the distance. For you, this long ordeal from inside the Sol system is over. For you the joy of seeing something besides the back of another ship or the barrel of a gun that dwarfs whatever transport you had taken to exit the over flowing sector has ended.
Stellar Gate awaits, arms open wide to take you into The biggest Border check point, perhaps even the biggest station ever built by man. The smooth descent into its road and drift into its mouth swims your world in serene blue light; spreading its hue over the neutral gray walls and floors. Black leather seats in rows and ribbons loiter while People pass by and through the docks. The vague image of a reception sits in a blur far on the other side in between an army of crowds, stalls, vending machines and god knows what but you're sure some of them aren't human, whatever that means these days.
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Goal: Pass entry security