New Horizons: Arrival at Arcanus Station

– Milky Way Digest [MWD} vol 9 pg. 12 –

Arcanus Station, the hub of space immigration in the galaxy’s outer rim, was a bustling hub of activity. From the viewport of my shuttlecraft, I could see the intricate network of pipelines and transport vessels that crisscrossed the landing platform. The customs center, a massive structure of gleaming metal and glass, loomed in the distance, its entrance a symbol of hope for the countless souls who journeyed here in search of a better life. As the shuttle approached the platform, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer scale of the city that surrounded me. Towering skyscrapers dotted the horizon, their glowing lights puncturing the greenish-gray haze that hung in the air. Despite the advanced technology that kept the city moving smoothly, there was a palpable sense of chaos as ships and transports jostled for space and competed for resources.

I disembarked from the shuttle and headed toward the customs center, my heart pounding. This was the moment I had been waiting for – the start of my new life in this strange world. The entrance to the customs center was a towering arch of gleaming metal guarded by imposing security droids. As I approached, I was scanned for identification and biometrics, and my every move was recorded and analyzed. The process was smooth and efficient, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched and scrutinized. Finally, I was admitted into the main hall of the customs center, a massive chamber filled with rows upon rows of desks attended by uniformed officials. I made my way to one of the desks and presented my papers, my pulse racing. This was the final hurdle to my new life in the stars.

The official behind the desk scanned my papers and looked up at me, a bored expression on his face. “Name?” he asked.

“Liana Harris,” I replied, my voice steady despite my nerves.

The official typed something into his computer and looked back up at me. “Purpose of visit?”

“I’m here to start a new life,” I said, a surge of pride swelling within me.

The official raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think you’re qualified to start a new life on Arcanus Station?” he asked, his tone skeptical.

“I’ve worked hard, saved up everything I had, and made the journey here,” I said, my determination growing by the second. “I’m ready for a fresh start.”

The official sighed as if my words were a tired cliché. “We’ll see about that,” he said, stamping my papers and gesturing towards the exit. “Good luck out there.”

I took a deep breath and stepped out into the bustling hub of Arcanus Station, ready to face whatever lay ahead. My new life was waiting for me – and I was determined to make the most of it.

Over the next few weeks, I learned the ropes of life on Arcanus Station. I found a job as a factory worker, putting in long hours in the cramped and dangerous environment of the production floor. I made new friends, formed alliances, and navigated the cut-throat world of the lower classes. But despite the challenges I faced, I never lost my determination to succeed. I worked hard, saved every penny I could, and slowly but surely began to climb the ladder of success. Years passed, and I rose through the ranks to become a respected leader in the city. My innovations in production and management transformed the industry