Calgar Tilts His Head

The Macragge's Honour was traveling at incredible speed.

By all rights, a brick that large shouldn't have been able to fly so fast. A twenty-six-kilometer-long warship of steel should have been as clumsy as a mountain being pushed along.

But the Gloriana was that fast.

It was a war machine capable of maneuvering at any moment, not a silent fortress in space.

They reached the border starport in less than an hour.

A point of light appeared in the pitch-black space outside the ship.

At first, it was only a tiny speck, no larger than the tip of a needle, almost indistinguishable from the surrounding starlight.

After several more heartbeats, that point of light gradually became a cluster, then a vast patch.

Finally, it unfolded across their field of vision into a miniature city floating in space.

The border starport had been built on an asteroid at the edge of the Solar Sector. Relying on the asteroid's mass, the starport extended several mooring arms thousands of kilometers long in every direction.

It looked like a gigantic, enlarged and widened metal coconut crab.

Its body was small, but it had many legs jutting out in all directions, creating an impression of enormous size.

The berthing ports were located at the ends of the mooring arms.

Enclosed walkways for human passage connected along the mooring arms. Neatly arranged guidance lights shone on both sides, their powerful beams illuminating the entire structure and outlining the starport's skeleton against the darkness of space.

Many ships were berthed in the enormous starport.

Terra's controls were indeed strict. Countless ships entering and leaving the Solar Sector had to stop at the endless chain of starports along the border.

Regardless of their type or origins—merchant ships, transport ships, pilgrim ships, or Adeptus Mechanicus vessels—they all had to