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Thank you for choosing Celestia Imperial TM Tours , the highest-rated luxury starliner in the galaxy! This three-week cruise will dock in orbit around four major Central worlds and stop at three galaxy-renowned astronomical sites, an itinerary sanctioned by the Steward of Culture herself. See below for a brief overview of each destination. Acathor Naturally, our tour begins at the capitol, in the heart of Cluster 1, orbiting Envares Major. We will be docked for two days ( Interstellar Standard Time ) in geosynchronous orbit over Acathor City. Our grand capitol is home of the palace and its ice gardens, Acathor College (including medical, law, arts, and culinary branches), and the Administrative Mercanum, among other notable locations. The city boasts representative temples from every major religion and cuisine from every major culture. There will also be shuttles to the glaciers, the ice falls, and the auroras. Calavor   Next on our itinerary is the sister star, En...

The admissions committee settled into their cushions and pulled up files for the next round of interviews. The youngest sipped her spiced coffee as she straightened the stack of digital papers in her lap. "Iari Lenerian," the oldest read off a list. "Twenty-two, male, homeworld RG-Gamel-6-WH." A hint of a frown clouded his eyebrows. "Undergraduate in chemistry from Lenar Memorial University." "It's an accredited school," the youngest said. "I know, I know." He scrolled through the record. "Pretty rural, though. Gamel sector's out in the Fringe, isn't it? His travel expenses would be almost as much as tuition." "He has perfect grades. And his personal statement was quite touching." The oldest glanced up at her with skepticism. The middle interviewer pulled white hair back into a ponytail, her own pages haphazardly cast around the floor in front of her seat. "You have such a soft spot for the...

Snow billowed between the high-rises, bright under the lights of the palace, as the Emperor's private railcar slid to a silent halt in front of the station. Imperial guards held the shouting and jostling crowd at bay, white-suited Revenants watching like ice sculptures behind them. The reporter took an anxious step forward, and a guard shot him a withering glare. Wait until you're cleared, her eyes said. He swallowed and shrank back. The railcar's hatch slid open. Guards poured out, dressed in white rather than gray, forming an additional barrier between the crowd and the Emperor. Under the main entrance's floodlights, everything shone--silver-lined walkway, gleaming Imperial railcar, pristine palace uniforms, all crisp and bright and flawless. Then the Emperor emerged, and put them all to shame. A sun blazing at the center of its planets. A ripple of activity rolled through the crowd. A hundred voices talking over each other, shouting profanities, demanding an...