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Unity

By Mantrid Brizon

Episode Thirteen: Unity

Opening the door of his hovercar for his sister, August stands beside the vehicle with Draz scampering about in the grass nearby. Darting up a small tree, the small, blue and yellow alien leaps from a branch only to be caught by Roku as she approaches with bag in hand and a backpack over her shoulders, the remnants of belongings, and all that she can take with her on the week-long journey to Unity.

“Yaaa!" Draz exclaims, climbing on her.

“Hey there." She laughs, petting the creature with her free hand.

“You're looking good." August says to her as she slips into his car.

“I always look good."

Closing her door and climbing into the driver's side, he rests his fingertip on the ignition button. Pausing, he turns his head toward her, a melancholy look upon his face.

“I'm so sorry." He begins.

“For what?"

“For all of this. We've always been so close, you know? You're my twin sister. It was killing me to have to break contact for so long, and then when you needed me, I couldn't really be there. Then I saw you for a day, only to save my job and disappear again; I feel like that was really shitty of me." He explains.

“Well, it was, but that's over now." She says with a smile.

“I'm always going to be here for you, okay?"

“Okay. And I'll be here for you too." She assures him.

“Until you find a boyfriend." He murmurs, pushing the button and starting the hovercar. “Then you're on your own."

“Asshole." She giggles.

“So why did you pick me up so early? Are you taking me out on a date?" She teases.

“Not exactly. I uh... I forgot to mention that I already agreed to pick up someone else too."

“Who?" Roku cocks her head.

“Fizona. She's an agent I worked with. She's being released from the hospital after surviving the gas attacks when the internal modules were launching."

“Lovely!" She chirps.

“... Yeah."

Lifting off, the trio drive to the hospital and use the time to catch up. Roku informs him about the details of her promotion, explaining her station as the principle logistics officer. She'll have full control over the supplies divvied out to every branch, as well as detailed records of Unity's production, with her underlings controlling specific branches. August regales her with the declassified details of his operation, working with SI9 to stop the terrorist threat. While Roku's position is admittedly more powerful than August's, both are impressed by each other's stories.

After a fairly long drive across the city and to the hospital, they land August's hovercar and head inside, checking Fizona out of the hospital. With a bag of clothes packed and delivered by the crew who visited her apartment, she's already prepared to leave. Walking through the hallway and pushing Fizona's wheelchair, a requirement of the hospital, Roku notices a sudden change in the atmosphere. A rift between August and Fizona is plain to see; August appears somewhat disappointed or depressed, while Fizona looks anxious and repeatedly glances up at him as he pushes her chair. Neither speak a word to each other after their initial hellos.

“So... Nice weather we're having." Roku says, carrying Draz.

“Are you still upset?" Fizona asks, looking up at August.

“I'm fine." He answers under his breath.

“Are you disappointed?" Fizona presses.

He looks down at her, subtly shaking his head before looking up as he continues the walk. They soon exit the hospital, where one of the staff collects the wheelchair after Fizona climbs out. Walking toward August's car in silence, Fizona continues to glance at him, over and over again. Roku watches the pair with a raised brow. They clearly have more than work history between them. Reaching his car, he opens the passenger side door for the women, letting Roku and Draz slip into the back seat while Fizona takes the passenger seat, beside August. He grumbles to himself as he closes the door, hoping she wouldn't choose that spot.

Walking around the car, he climbs inside and inserts the cardkey before pressing the ignition button. Fizona turns in her seat, looking intently at August.

“I feel like you are still disappointed." Fizona continues,

“Well, I'm not." He answers sternly.

“You can tell me if you are. This could be a joint decision." She persists.

“But it isn't. It was your decision, and you made that perfectly clear."

“We're not how we used to be, August. I want to know why." Fizona insists.

“What do you want from me?!" August turns in his seat to face her.

“Boy, you know what would real be nice? To drive to the launch area!" Roku says loudly to Draz in the backseat.

“Yaaa! Fly!" Draz chirps.

“I want you to be honest with me." Fizona speaks softly.

“It bothers me. Alright? Happy now?" August barks.

“No..." She speaks in a near whisper.

Putting the car into gear, he lifts off and begins to drive, taking them toward the launch area where a liner awaits them. Draz looks out a window, marveling at the city. August stares straight ahead, while Fizona watches the lights reflecting from her own window. Meanwhile, Roku sits back, watching the pair with a growing curiosity. After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Fizona turns her head toward August once more.

“I'm sorry, August." The Kanorakus says softly.

“Stop apologizing..." August replies.

“What's going on with this?" Roku asks, waving a hand between the pair in the front half of the cabin.

“Nothing. We were just close for a while." August sighs.

“I had sex with him." Fizona blurts out.

“Okay!" Roku exclaims, her jade green eyes wide with shock.

“I had pursued him for weeks, hoping to get closer to him, but once I finally succeeded I-"

“That's a lovely billboard, isn't it?!" An embarrassed Roku attempts to derail the conversation.

“I didn't enjoy how dominant he was. He was also bigger than I was expecting and I was intimidated." Fizona continues.

“Oh god..." Roku looks away.

“Why are you telling her that?!" August growls.

“She asked!" Fizona retorts.

“Uhm... Normally, 'dominant' and 'big' are good things when it comes to sex." Roku can't help but interject.

“You Solakus are strange." Fizona shakes her head.

“... We're strange?" Roku raises a brow.

Finishing the drive in relative peace, August parks his hovercar and everyone climbs out, collecting their bags. A representative from the project collects August's cardkey and title. As their journey will take no less than a year and possibly several, everyone possessing a vehicle had the option of selling the vehicle to the project for blue book value, the credits being placed into their account and the vehicle repurposed for government work or auctioned at a loss to the project. August can't imagine anyone rejecting this offer, as the only other option was to put the vehicle into private storage, paying for it out of his own pocket.

Carrying their bags, they follow the heavily armed Sol Marines who guard the liner they will board. Entering the star port, which has been closed for exclusive use by the project, they walk the eerily empty halls and through the extending hallway that attached to the liner's airlock. Boarding the ship, a stewardess shows them to their rooms. Each room contains two berths, as much of the liner was repurposed for excess cargo. Fizona will bunk with Miss Ayanda for the week, while August and Roku Woods, as family, are bunking together.

Draz, a Skahlzunian, considered more sentient than a traditional pet, has special permission to bunk with the twins. Entering their room, August tosses his bags onto the floor but Roku throws hers onto the top bunk, swiftly claiming it.

“Mine!" Draz chirps, leaping onto the top bunk.

“Not a chance. You sleep with August." Roku retorts.

“Aww..." Draz's ears flop as he sulks.

“Oh, okay." Roku grins.

“Yaaa!"

Taking a seat on the bottom bunk, August stares at the floor. Roku sits beside him, looking over at her brother.

“Well... That was some car ride." She remarks.

“I'm sorry about that. I didn't know she'd be so..."

“Pushy? Blunt? Unfiltered?" Roku guesses.

“All of the above."

“What happened with you two? I won't ask a second time." She says softly.

“We were 'close', like she said, and then just as I was starting to think, 'yeah, this is pretty cool. I really like this girl!', she broke it off. She said we were too different and she couldn't adapt."

“Are you that big?" Roku teasingly asks, leaning closer.

“... Shut up. Anyway, now she's upset because I can't just revert back to how it was before; playful, cheerful and friendly, you know?" He explains.

“Sounds like a typical girl to me." Roku smirks.

“Right?" He snickers.

“What was that bit about a 'joint decision'?" Roku asks.

“I have no idea. Who knows what makes women do what they do?" August shrugs his shoulders.

“True." Roku nods, a little smirk on her face. “Although, you might want to talk to her. Suck it up and no matter how annoying she is, just give in."

“Are you setting me up? I feel like you're setting me up."

“This time, I have no intention of torturing you. Honest." She holds up a hand and places the other over her heart. “She's obviously conflicted about it. That, or she just wants to have fun with you, and if she's giving it up... Well..." Roku grins, shrugging her shoulders.

Glancing over to his sister, he sighs and looks back toward the floor. Shaking his head, he rises from the bed and heads for the door.

“Where are you going?"

“I'm going to take a walk."

“Suit yourself." Roku says, lying back on August's bunk.

Leaving the room and wandering the halls, he quickly finds the dinning room. Taking a seat at a bar, he orders a drink from the bartender. Though not one to drink, he feels the need to take the edge off.

“So, credits or points?" The bartender asks as he pours the drink.

“What?"

“Credits or points. You can use points for this if you'd like." The bartender clarifies.

As Unity is designed to function as a small, self-sufficient city traversing space, the Solar Council decided to mold her economy and government as such. A democracy with ship-owned businesses, Unity has her own currency in the form of a simple point system. It works in every way that credits do, with work aboard the ship earning points and products costing said points. The programming of the miniature economy took nearly as long as the construction of the outer hull of the ship itself. However, as August hasn't started work yet, he wonders how he even has points to spend.

“I'll use credits." He replies, taking out a chit.

“Are you sure? The first wave has an extra one hundred points to spend; saves your credits for when you return home."

“... I'll use credits." He reiterates.

“Alright." The bartender slides him his glass.

“August?!" A voice calls out.

Turning in his chair, August is surprised to see Invar standing behind the chair next to his.

“Bro!" Invar chirps, holding out his arms.

“What're you doing here?!" August asks, hugging his half-brother.

“I'm one of the engineers, remember? I drew a long straw for once." Invar replies, taking a seat beside him.

Ordering a drink, the half-brothers sit and talk for some time. Soon, lunchtime rolls around and the dinning area fills to capacity. Sticking with Invar, they find Roku and Draz, running into Miss Ayanda along the way. They all sit together, eating, talking and joking. It's almost as it was when they were living aboard the Azilian; they enjoy themselves, staying at their table and talking well into the afternoon. A voice suddenly chirps over the intercom, interrupting their pleasantries.

“This is your captain speaking. The last group has arrived, heads have been counted, and all six hundred of you should look out your nearest window and kiss Earth goodbye. Prepare for launch!" The male voice says.

“They already had lunch." The co-pilot quips.

The group at the table feel the inertia as the liner launches with conventional thrusters, the dampeners preventing them from falling over as the ship turns diagonally into the air. Draz runs from the table to peer out a window, looking at the ground with awe as it shrinks. Walking over to watch, August is soon joined by the others as Earth becomes visible. A few minutes later, they can see the entire planet's form as the engines hum louder and louder. A glow at the bow of the ship envelopes her, a warp bubble of cyan and pink swirls blocking their view as they are pulled in, disappearing into a singularity.

“That's it then..." Invar sighs.

“Nervous?" Miss Ayanda turns to him.

“Me?! Pfft. No! W-why would I be nervous?!"

“Because you're always nervous in space." She chuckles.

“I'm not nervous! I'm far from nervous! Who says I'm nervous?! I'm as cool as a cucumber... Bartender!" Invar calls out, walking away.

“Heh. Well, I'd better check on the others. It was nice spending time with all of you again." Miss Ayanda says, resting her hands on both Roku and August's shoulders.

Miss Ayanda walks away, leaving the twins and Draz standing there for a moment.

“I think I'm going to lie down. I'll catch you later, August." Roku says, leaving her brother and Draz behind.

“Wait! I come too!" Draz exclaims, darting off after her.

“Thanks buddy..." August chuckles, now standing alone.

He returns to the table and sits for a moment, glancing over to Invar who walks toward the hall after apparently chugging his drink. Now left with no one else to talk to, his thoughts return to Fizona and their personal issues. He wonders if there's something that he can do to salvage the relationship. He wasn't very accommodating at first and she tried very hard; perhaps he can compromise for her more? Perhaps she's still interested and talking will hash things out. Realizing that he doesn't really have anything else to lose, he rises from his seat and leaves the large dining room.

Remembering Fizona's cabin from when they all spoke with the stewardess, he heads down the hall bearing the proper letter. Finding her door, he takes a breath as he nervously holds up a balled fist. After taking a few seconds to prepare himself, he knocks on the door. He hears heavy footfalls from inside, as if someone just climbed out of their bunk. Reaching the door, the plate's light turns green and it slides open.

“August?!" Fizona nearly gasps. “I wasn't expecting you!"

“Hi."

“Would you like to come in?" She asks.

“Sure."

Stepping inside, he sees that she's alone.

“Where's your bunk-mate?"

“She's somewhere. She left not too long ago. I wasn't really paying attention to where she said she was going." Fizona admits.

“Oh..."

August sits on the bottom bunk, Fizona quickly joining him. She sits exceptionally close, her hands on her toned thighs as she looks to him with a little smile. He stares at her for some time, neither of them saying a word. His heart beating swiftly, he takes a deep breath.

“I wanted to talk." August finally begins.

“You do?!"

“Yeah. About us."

“Oh..."

Fizona looks down, her brow softening as her eyes change, taking a sorrowful appearance.

“If you're interested, then so am I." He says.

Immediately looking elated, she grins wide and pushes herself against him, nuzzling his face as he falls back onto the bed. He's surprised by how readily she's apparently changed her mind, her clawed hands resting on his shoulders as she nuzzles and licks his face. Her nose brushes his neck as she slides her body over his, her ample breasts pressed against his chest. It's too much for him to resist and he quickly grabs her, his hands caressing her body. Her hands reach down for his pants, swiftly unbuckling them, while August unbuckles and pulls away her top.

No sooner are her breasts exposed, he buries his face in them, kissing and licking each one and fondling them. Climbing off of him, Fizona yanks his boots off and pulls on his pantlegs. Tearing at his underwear, she's almost frightening in her ferocity, like a wild beast in a sensual frenzy. In moments, she removes her own clothes before pouncing upon August. Straddling the white tiger man, the orange, red and yellow stripped raptor-like Kanorakus prepares herself, grinding against August's erect organ with her moist loins. Lifting herself up slowly, as if to tease him, the door slides open.

“Hey, I'm ba-"

Stopping in their tracks, the lovers look toward the door; August leans over while Fizona glances over her shoulder. A cream-colored, bunny Voeldahn girl with brown splotches stands in the doorway with wide eyes, looking directly at Fizona's back as she prepares to insert August's manhood into her loins, both of which she also sees in their entirety.

“I'm gonna go..." She says, stepping out of the room before closing the door.

“Well then..." August remarks.

“Where were we?" Fizona turns back, her eyes gazing lustfully at him.

Lifting a little higher, Fizona takes hold of him and drops down, both of them crying out as they begin. Grunting and groaning, they enjoy each other with Fizona taking charge. Soon, however, August feels emboldened and quickly turns the tables. Now vulnerable, Fizona is at his mercy, and remains that way for nearly twenty more minutes, until they've both finished. With her roommate still absent, they lie in bed together, his fur damp with sweat and her vibrant hide glossy from her own.

“Well, that was... Unexpected." He remarks.

“I'm so glad you accept this arrangement." Fizona remarks.

“What do you mean?" He raises a brow.

“It's nice, being with you." She continues.

“Oh. Well, whatever I messed up before, I plan on correcting. I'm willing to change a little for you." He begins.

“I'm sorry?" She cocks her head to the side.

“When we're on dates, or just spending time together in private; I want you to be comfortable." He explains.

“Oh... You know that we can't work." Fizona says, sitting up in bed.

August, now thoroughly confused, sits up as well.

“But I thought you were still interested. I'm willing to give this a try and fix whatever is keeping us from being together."

“It can't be fixed." Fizona shakes her head. “There are cultural differences that I just cannot look past."

“Then what was this?!"

“This was mating. I thought you accepted my offer for sex. I quite enjoy it!" She chirps.

A frustrated August hangs his head, his long, platinum blonde hair running past his shoulders and hanging alongside his face. His mistake becomes clear; he wasn't remotely specific enough when he said that he was still interested. Now realizing that Fizona wants nothing more than a no-strings-attached sexual relationship, he can't help but feel slighted, used and a little dimwitted.

“I'm sorry. I should have said that I was interested in being with you." He speaks softly.

“Oh! Well... We've talked about that..." She murmurs, her head hanging down.

“I don't want to just have sex. Yeah, it's great and I like it, but I also like you, as a person. I want more out of this then slipping off to fuck. I'm worth more. You're worth more."

“I'm sorry. I didn't understand." She mutters.

Looking at Fizona, it's become clear that whatever differences she can't overcome are still as powerful as ever. At this point, she's the obstacle to their budding relationship. Knowing that it's out of his hands, he sighs, leans in, kisses her cheek and apologizes for any confusion as he nuzzles her snout with his own. Taking his clothes from the floor, he dresses himself and says goodbye.

“August?!" She calls out to him.

“Yeah?" He turns back.

“If you change your mind... I'm always open to you." She coos.

“I'll remember that." He smiles back.

Returning to his room, he finds Roku and Draz asleep on the top bunk. Being careful not to disturb them, he collects a change of clothes and immediately showers. Leaning against the stall wall as the water cascades over his body, his tail hanging limply, he sheds a tear. Though he knows he made the first mistake, he still can't help but feel used. After his shower, he lies down, succumbing to exhaustion, a result of the growing stress of both his personal and professional life. For the next several days, August doesn't see Fizona at all, eventually catching a glimpse of her avoiding him on the fifth day of the flight.

Sitting in one of the lounges on the sixth day, Roku enjoys her free time, reading a digital book. August, Invar and Draz entertain themselves in a game room, which she had recently left. The liner, which before it was modified could accommodate one thousand passengers with ease, still has considerable room and she sits alone. Swiping the page, she can hear people talking in the hall outside. The two females say their goodbyes after a time, one of them using the name 'Sihl'. Recognizing the name from her chats with August, Roku turns her eyes away from her hologram.

An orange Kanorakus woman with thick red and yellow stripes sits in a chair across from her, looking out of the window and admiring the view of the warp bubble. She doesn't even noticed Roku at first, only seeing her when Roku moves her hand to wave at her.

“Oh! I didn't see you there." Fizona gasps. “Roku, right? August's sister?"

“Mhm. How are you, Fizona?"

“I'm fine. I just needed a place to sit and think." Fizona replies.

“About?" Roku pries.

“Nothing..." Fizona murmurs.

“Is it about August?"

“Why is that your first thought? Maybe I miss Kanor? Or my parents who died in the civil war?" Fizona snaps.

“I'm sorry. Well, did you want to talk about whatever it is?" Roku asks, turning off her book and scooting closer.

“It wouldn't make any difference if I did." Fizona snickers.

“Why do you say that?" Roku cocks her head.

“... Nothing is the same to me as it is to you. I am an alien to your world and culture. You don't know what it's like..."

“Perhaps..." Roku mutters.

“No one understands how I feel, except for maybe another Kanorakus." Fizona whines.

“What about the Dezonians, or the Irakus? What about the Skahlzunians?" Roku poses.

“The Irakus are too much like your kind; the little birds fit in quite well. The Skahlzunians are merely talking pets; I doubt they can even comprehend. As for the Dezonians, I would be surprised if they felt anything at all." Fizona answers.

Fizona leans forward and stares at her feet, grumbling quietly to herself about the difficulties of her situation. She rambles on to herself for some time about the iniquities of her life, clearly missing Kanor and all of her old customs as Roku merely watches in silence. Now growing mildly annoyed by her self-pity, Roku sighs. Clasping her hands before her snout, she takes a deep breath.

“August and I spent most of our lives aboard a ship." She begins, interrupting Fizona's quiet raving. “We didn't even live on a planet to go to school; our parents and the crew taught us. It wasn't until college that I lived on a planet... I'd never had friends, besides the children of the other crewmembers and my own brothers and sisters. Most of my new friends were beings such as yourself; a few Irakus, some Kanorakus, like Ayanda... Even you have a planet to call home; I haven't felt truly at peace until now. Unity is as close to home as I'll ever be; it's a return to normalcy."

“Oh..." Fizona turns her eyes up to Roku.

“Truthfully, August and I spent our entire lives as aliens."

“I... I'm sorry."

“Forget it." Roku waves her hand.

“Even so, do you know what it's like to try to be with someone so vastly different? Someone who is the complete opposite of everything you're used to?"

“I'm sure August does." Roku retorts.

With a silent chuckle, Fizona bows her head.

“You're a smart girl. August told me you were the brightest star in his family." She says.

“He's sweet."

“He is..." Fizona nods.

“All I can say is that whatever is holding you back is entirely on you. You have the power to control your own destiny; self-pity doesn't serve anything. As for you and August, no matter how difficult it can be, if both of you are willing to try than it can be resolved. You just need to be strong." Roku explains.

“... And what if I'm not?"

“Then draw your strength from something else, like each other." Roku says as she stands up. “Or take steroids! Enjoy your thinking. I'm going to lunch."

Leaving the lounge, and Fizona, Roku finds the dining hall just as others begin to trickle in. Soon, August, Invar and several other familiar faces join her. Roku says nothing about her meeting with Fizona. The day continues uneventfully. On the seventh day of the flight, everyone is anxious. No one knows what the exterior of the ship even looks like. Constructed deep in the void of space and built entirely by Dezonian construction droids, the project Directors and the security teams have done an excellent job of protecting the secrecy of the new ship.

Many passengers crowd the windows of every room, while others retreat to their cabins to watch and wait. The seconds pass so slowly as the tension builds. Few people speak, and those who do only have one topic on their mind. As the liner's chronograph reads '15:00' the captain's voice crackles through the intercom.

“This is your captain speaking. We'll be disengaging the hyper drive is T minus ten seconds."

China and silverware clank in the dining hall as people rush to the windows. People shut down all of their devices or abandon them outright while still activated to gaze outside. In one of the exercise rooms, the Woods twins, Invar, Miss Ayanda and several of the SI9 team use treadmills and other equipment. They jump off and head for the large windows, arriving in time to see the warp bubble dissipating, from bow to aft. The liner appears from the bubble, emerging like a worm from a hole in the dirt and into the vastness of space. In the distance, there floats the massive hull of Unity in all her glory.

Constructed of the strongest and most advanced metal alloys, her multi-layered hull easily protects against solar radiation. Already strong enough on its own, the hull is aided by a thick coat of vibrant red paint. Gone are the days when ships were forced to have shimmering silver or golden hull panels to reflect the damaging rays; Dezonian paint absorbs much of it. The red paint is accented by black, which forms decorative script in a manner similar to how the Irakus paint their ships. The name 'UNITY' sits proudly, written in the ancient scripts of every race. While her colors and patterns are already impressive to most, her size and shape astound her new crew.

Unity is gargantuan, reaching two thousand and five hundred meters from bow to aft. The one-and-a-half-mile long craft has several distinct sections, with a thick stalk running the entirety, a common trait of Dezonian construction. The first section, at the very front of the ship, is a large, one-thousand-meter diameter sphere. The stalk of the ship emerges from the center of this sphere. This section, larger than a half-mile, is the primary housing block of Unity and can double as an emergency escape vessel. Many apartments are built there, along with several parks, lit with artificial sunlight.

The interior does not wrap the sphere, as it does in smaller Dezonian craft, but instead are conventional tiers. This is the portion of Unity with heavy Solakus influence. Considering the Dezonian method to be disorienting and a waste of useful space, all interior segments are flat tiers. The nine levels are stacked atop each other and connected via many elevators, cargo lifts and stairwells, as well as a robotic tram system. The bridge of the ship is indistinguishable from the rest of the sphere, camouflaged behind black tinted windows somewhere near the front fifth of the structure. This was done to make targeting the bridge more difficult for potential enemies.

Behind the bow's sphere are a series of arms attached to the stalk. These arms mount long, trapezoidal structures, with the widest portion facing away from Unity and toward space. Each trapezoid is four hundred and fifty meters in length, with the widest portion being one hundred and eighty meters. These dimensions allow for comfortable gaps between the structures in the event of flexing or metal fatigue. Five in total, these structures house various labs, workshops, business sectors, and recreational facilities. Also designed with flat tiers, each trapezoid has four, and each is numbered for easy navigation.

A second set of long, trapezoidal structures sit fifty meters behind the first. These, however, are engines, each with a nuclear reactor to itself and a joint design utilizing Irakus and Dezonian technology. One engine alone can generate basic power for the entire vessel, while two provide full power and maneuverability; five engines was a request of the Solakus, who are firm believers in redundancy. As the humans and animal-like Voeldahn have the strongest military of any race in the known galaxy, this suggestion, along with the others they'd made, were taken very seriously.

Between the useable trapezoids and the engines are five more arms, holding onto a ring. This ring's outer edge is covered in the densest but clearest synthetic material known to any race, further protected by its own force shield. This ring is two hundred meters in diameter, somewhat overlapping each set of trapezoids, and one thousand and one hundred meters in diameter at the ring's inner edge. This ring serves only one purpose: It houses climate controlled and highly advanced farms, ranches and fisheries to help feed her crew, with conservative estimates that it can routinely grow eight tons of produce and provide three tons of meat.

At the aft of the ship, the stalk is capped with another sphere, this one only five hundred meters in diameter. This quarter-mile sphere is actually a docking bay, where even relatively large craft can land. It, however, primarily houses a fleet of fighters, bombers, a half dozen gunboats, and a small destroyer. These vessels serve as emergency defense, after the shield and turret system of Unity herself, as well as for scouting purposes. However, there's still plenty of room for other craft to dock for the loading or unloading of supplies. Ships too large to dock with Unity, such as the liner they're aboard, can moor to her; Unity's massive airlock doors house smaller doors within them, and allow for the attachment of an umbilicus.

“Oh... My..." Roku chokes out.

“That's..." Miss Ayanda stares.

“Home, sweet home." August murmurs.

Others aboard the liner share similar sentiments, gawking at the splendid craft. They marvel at the ships size, shape, colors and some four hundred visible turrets that line the vessel for defense. A Kanorakus woman leans against the window of her cabin as she watches. Alone in her room, she softly chuckles and shakes her head. A sleeper agent for the Goddess's Children, it'll soon be time for her to act.

“It's a shame... You're such a pretty ship." She murmurs.