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Lions Gate Spaceport. Unlike the Inner Palace, where security was guaranteed, it required an actual security escort. A procession, that formed quicker than Pangea assumed. four custodians, fifty solar auxilia, one hundred handmaidens and one thousand serfs, marched into the spaceport. Pangea watched from her carriage’s window, pulled by two augmented war horses.
A field of metal stretched before Pangea and stood tall as the ancient canyons. Wire intertwined like vines, pillars of smoke puffed up, servitors roamed along side groxes. People looked so different, covered in oil stains and soots they looked nothing like the people inside the palace. The people watched, in shock more than awe.
“That’s the ayan?”
“She looks more like a princess.”
“She is a princess, you idiot.”
The carriage past the entrance then stopped. A portly man stopped where the custodian stood. Fine red silk draped over his black coat with puffy sleeves and pants, his monocle and wires that burrowed inside his head gleamed. The solar auxilia guardsman took Pangea’s hand as she stepped down the carriage footsteps.
“Esteemed and honorable Ayan of Terra, it is an honor and a privilege to be in your presence. I am High Factorum Gaha, at your service.” Gaha bowed, bending as much as his fat guts would allow. “May I ask what brought you here?”
>“I am here to take a tour of the Lion’s Gate, I am to make a report to the Lord Regent.”
>“My reasons are my own, return to your duties.”
