The airlock opened onto a platform so vast that owen couldn't see its edges.
The docking bay stretched in every direction—hundreds of ships lined in perfect rows. Enforcer vessels with sleek, militant designs. Noble Race transports that gleamed with artistic elegance. Merchant ships cobbled together from mismatched parts. Diplomatic shuttles bearing symbols Owen didn't recognize.
And everywhere, Alienbeings.
Thousands of them. Moving with their own purposes across the platform. Loading cargo. Conducting business. Traveling between ships.
Owen had seen diversity at Veridian Crossing. At the black market station. But this was different and more. This was the beating heart of the cosmos laid bare.
A being floated past, no legs visible beneath flowing robes, propelled by some internal force. Its face was a smooth oval with three eyes arranged in a triangle.
