On board the Sword of the Morning Light, buried somewhere in what could be considered the bowels of the ship, there was a throne room. It was an almost perfect replica of the throne room in the palace: dark gray stone polished to a shine, candles and fireplaces to give off light and heat for even the coldest winter day, ranks of benches to seat two hundred. It was all unnecessary, parked in the middle of a super-carrier, but the late Emperor always had a strong sense of nostalgia, and oversaw its construction personally.
Friday, October 20, 2017
Friday, September 1, 2017
“So what are you really going to call it?”
Alex couldn’t help smiling at Abbot. He had insisted he was going to name the shuttle Titanic for nearly a week, and now that it was being shipped across the portal for assembly, the scientist seemed to think Alex would be giving up the joke. “Biggest spacecraft for who knows how far, so the name fits. I can’t help that.”
Friday, August 11, 2017
The storm raged for two more days before it died down, leaving the expedition further behind schedule than anyone had anticipated. Over a meter of snow made even the most simple installation difficult, and the portal’s interpretation of what constituted a weapon - and thus would not be allowed through - included everything the military had to quickly clear snow, save for the lowly shovel.
Friday, June 2, 2017
“All right, all persons are accounted for. You really sure you want to stay there?” Williams set her tablet down and gave Alex a pointed look through the portal, wind whipping heavy snowflakes around him.
He gave an exaggerated shrug so it would be easily visible through his environment suit. “Yeah, there’s still some work that can be done here.” A handful of the first group through had elected to stay even after nightfall, despite the setbacks to construction. It should have been at least two-thirds complete, but the weather had limited them to the reactor, command center, mess hall, and one barracks dome.