It's been sixteen years since Michael Trenton and his brother, James, have seen each other. In fact, the last time they did Michael thought James had died. Life was complicated back then for both of them, and at that time they're allegiances were crossed.
You would think blood is thicker than water, right? When reality sets in, it's not that simple. Both brothers have been in the dark about the other for quite some time. To clarify, they're half-brothers. Each share the same father, but their mothers come from two completely different cultures. Michael's mother is a part of the Xeno movement, and James' mother was a proud Junker.
During the course of life, strange events led them together. However, it always seemed to end up horribly for both or one of them. Now that Michael is the President of Universal Shipping, Inc. and James is the Arbiter of the Junker's Congress, things may change...
You rarely hear what the effects are on someone when they take a long trip in the Sirius Sector. You get use to be alone, and loneliness always leads to self-reflection and judgment. You start thinking about your life, what's ahead of you, and you find yourself measuring your own self-value. Granted, the trip from Pennsylvania to Humboldt isn't that long. However, to someone like Michael Trenton, it's not always the duration of the path that results in someone stuck in their mind; it's the reason why you're heading on the path that you're on.
Michael dressed in his old "space rags" so that he appears as if he blends in with the crowd. He was shocked to see how nice Silver City looked. He always pictured it looking more broken-down; since it was run by Junkers and all. It's safe to say his expectations were not met, but that was a good thing. Immediately after walking into the main lobby, a group of women clapped as if Michael accomplished something by coming there. One in particular locked eyes with him, smiled, and said "Welcome to Silver City, Mr. Trenton. If you need anything please let me know.".
After a warm, gentle welcome, Michael made his way to the VIP area. He paid for a private room and hired a couple freelancers to discretely act as his bodyguards if needed. "Just sit over there... Yea, by that door... If you see me scratch the back of my neck create a loud distraction."