Chance Bay was a remarkable settlement. Despite its short history and relatively recent colonization, the modest-sized moon had become a hub of trade, tourism and entertainment for many second-raters.
Its surface was completely covered by urban development interspersed with carefully manicured parks. Office buildings, condominiums, warehouses and trade centers were everywhere. They not only occupied the ground, but also floated in the air, producing a magical environment where flight was essential to enjoy everything that Chance Bay had to offer!
Everything was artificial. Vulit XIV-B originally started out as an unremarkable ball of rock that orbited a gas giant, but the MTA thoroughly intervened so that it could support human life.
Its gravity level had been brought close to standard gravity while it had gained an atmosphere that almost perfectly replicated the air of Old Earth.
To Ves, accomplishing these transformations was an immense, expensive and time-consuming endeavor.
To the MTA, it was as easy as pie.
One common feature to every settlement in the Vulit Star Node was that the MTA and CFA monitored everything. Although no one said it out loud, privacy simply didn't exist in their turf and any measly attempts to block their eavesdropping such as deploying a signal jammer was like using a sheet of paper to block a laser beam.
For this reason, conducting shady business in places like Vulit was an extremely bad idea!
Ves liked it, though. After his experiences on planets such as Kesseling VIII and Prosperous Hill VI, he had grown a considerable phobia towards spending time on any planet without sufficient protection.
He promised to himself that he wouldn't descend onto another planet if he couldn't bring an adequate escort or was forced to entrust his safety to third parties.
There was an exception, though.
While Ves did not fall for the illusion that the MTA and CFA were neutral and infallible, he at least trusted their credibility when it came to matters like these. There was a reason why they charged expensive fees and taxes, and it wasn't just because they were greedy for money!
When the expeditionary fleet parked at an extremely high orbit of the gas giant, the Larkinsons began to relax for the first time in many months.
Of course, that didn't mean that everyone could leave at once and leave their precious capital ships unattended. It was also expensive to reside and partake in many different activities that Chance Bay had to offer.
The clan administration formed a rotation schedule where each batch of Larkinsons had to wait their turn until they could go down in order to enjoy their shore leave.
There were also other clansmen who went down to the surface to conduct business instead of looking for enjoyment.
Ves and Gloriana decided to go down in order to do both. They certainly had to address the priorities of the Larkinson Clan, but they had been working so hard lately that they also needed a proper vacation.
What Ves was looking forward to was to broaden his horizons and see what the people who came from the other parts of the old galaxy had to offer. He always gained inspiration from witnessing different possibilities and going through new experiences.
His wife didn't think that much. Her design approach was less dependent on innovation and more reliant on gradual improvement.
She just wanted to enjoy a good time with her husband while taking along their daughter for her first proper field trip.
A single armored shuttle exited the hangar bay of the Spirit of Bentheim and calmly followed the instructions from traffic control.
After landing on the spaceport and going through a redundant security check, the couple along with their baby floated out of one of the exits and beheld the daytime view of a metropolis that went on without end.
"So this is what rich people do with all of their money." Ves remarked.
"Even Centerpoint is inferior." Gloriana said.
She had lived in Centerpoint for a time, so she was already accustomed to the extreme living standards of the mechers.
Every settlement in Vulit was better than the majority of settlements in the old galaxy. The MTA put real effort into developing each and every planet or colony it controlled and it showed.
From starship-sized buildings floating in the air to rivers winding through the air, Ves was appalled by the sheer amount of energy being expended just to keep everything aloft.
Sure, there were plenty of structures that remained rooted to the ground, but it was obvious that the air structures held all of the true attractions.
The sheer display of wealth might not be a big deal for Gloriana, but Ves still wasn't used to these sights. He gaped for a minute before Aurelia began to babble in Gloriana's embrace.
"Wuuu… gagabooboo…"
"This is a city, my dear. Doesn't it look great?"
Their infant daughter paid more attention to her mother than the grand city around them.
"…Miew…"
Mana was about to crawl out of Aurelia's head, but Alexandria emerged from Gloriana in invisible form and made sure to keep the spiritual kitten in place.
With the MTA's ubiquitous monitoring system recording everything, it was not convenient for the Larkinsons to show off their remarkable spiritual applications!
"Meow."
"Miaow."
Lucky and Clixie were much calmer despite the new environment. Both cats floated in the air behind the human couple. Lucky was able to rely on his own features to fly but Clixie needed to wear a special pet harness in order to do the same.
After making sure that Aurelia and Mana were okay, the couple gradually floated forward.
Neither of them showed any worry about dropping to the ground. Even if their anti-grav clothes malfunctioned, Chance Bay was riddled with gravitic systems that specifically looked out and protected anyone from falling to their deaths.
Of course, the parents applied special precautions just to be sure. They never joked around when it came to their safety or the safety of their child.
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