At the very center of Malaclypse Freeport there's a spectacular inner biodome built with pathways that allow visitors to have nice walks and relax in such peaceful enviroment.
This place was built with the intention to gather the most brilliant and influential minds of the Zoner Community together to exchange points of view and share their experiences of a life among the stars.
The Templars are in charge of guarding the Zenarch, and will not hesitate to act if they need to.
The Amphitheatre was built inside The Zenarch for meetings between Zoners to be held.
After landing with her Osprey, Natalie deSonne walks from the hangar section to the recently finished biodome. She is surprised, how the work of the last weeks and months here has bred into a wonderful, spa-like environment, perfect for a recreation before continuing her work as a templar.
She is alone here at the moment, nobody disturbes the peaceful silence between the palms and other plants, something she did not expect. So she sits down on a bench, closes her eyes and breaths the warm, clean air, that all the plants produce. Yes, this station is a TAZ-worthy place.
She closes her eyes and after a short moment she fells asleep...
Theodore Sturgeon walks down the corridors to the Zenarch slowly. Each break from his administrative responsibilities at Malaclypse Freeport was golden precious, and now that the biodome was complete, he decided to start spending them there.
He crossed the archway as he saluted both of the Templars guarding the entrance. The minute he was there, he could already feel the change of air, compared to the higher, more crowded levels of the station. He walked through the pathways very slowly, admiring each and every inch of a job well done.
After some minutes, he noticed he wasn't alone. A woman was sitting on one of the benchs. She seemed to be at peace, so he didn't disturb her nor talked. He just sat next to her and tried to achieve a similar state.
Trees. They had actual trees. Sarah McFarlen stretched out a hand, trailing it alone a garden bed, relishing the sensation of the dirt on her fingers. She hadn't seen a proper garden since she'd left Gran Canaria on an expedition over a year ago. While, Star's Soliloquy, the Corvo she had traveled aboard had a few plants, they paled to insignificance compared to the Zenarch. It was like comparing a Starflier to a Werewolf. Sure, they were both fair impersonations of a fighter, but one simply didn't stand up.
Artificial light filtered down through a canopy of trees, casting blotchy shadows across the metal walkways. For a station, the trees were impressive. Sarah was tall, but she was able to walk freely through the garden unimpaired by low branches, although the watering systems were less considerately placed, and she had to stoop under a particularly low-set hose. A pair of Zoners, one male and one female, sat under a palm, meditating. No words passed between them as Sarah made her way past. If they were dating, that was a strange way of going about it. Not that she was surprised, everything about the Zoners was strange in someway or another. Another lesson she'd learned aboard Soliloquy. Sarah selected a seat under the largest tree, well away from the garden's other occupants, and picked her way over to it. She slung her satchel over a shoulder to keep it from dragging in the dirt, she'd lost far more documents then she cared to remember that way. Aside from her, the Zenarch was nearly empty.
Now, to see if Jeremy Hunter would make an appearance. Honestly. Why was she always the first to these meetings? Perhaps there was- No. A quick glance around confirmed her surroundings were well and truly clear of tables. There would be no shenanigans this time, it seemed. With nothing else to do, Sarah leaned back on the bench and closed her eyes, trying to replicate the meditations of the two Zoners.
Good, we have arrived in one piece. As Quiron got out from his sabre he immediately stretched. He wanted to do this for a long time.
“Can you check the navigation system for me?” he asked a member of the maintenance crew in the docking hangar. “The monitor is blurring every time I try to make a cargo scan.”
“Sure, we will take a look at it.” replied the man.
“Thank you, I hope it won’t cause too much trouble. I assume a lot of people show up in this station.”
“They will, but not now. Docking rights are limited at this time, so we are out of the rush hour.” the mechanic’s face turned murky as he thought about his future overtimes. “I was told to direct you to the Zenarch. Let me show you on the holomap.” It’s not that far at least, I will wait for Dirk at the entrance of this “Zenarch”. Strange name, that’s for sure. Well, the TAZ usually has strange things, so it’s not an exception or surprise.
“Thank you again. I’ll go there right now.”
It should be at the end of this corridor. Quiron walked a few minutes as he reached the entrance. I wonder why were we invited to Baffin. Nothing has been changed in this system since my last visit. It's been a long time... Well, except this newly built freeport. By the way, I hope Necroth will make it here too without any problem.
He saw a Templar standing near the gateway, greeted him and looked into the place from the outside. Oh, it’s a biodome, a well-guarded one. He looked at the Templar again. A place like this could be perfect for recreation. I would like a similar facility in Phoenix Spaceport too. Anyway, Dirk should be here in any moment.
It was awhile, but Jeremy Hunter finally did arrive. Wearing civilian clothes, a simple T-shirt under a button-up grey shirt, jeans. Just normal clothes.
And there was Sarah, fast asleep. It made him chuckle as he weaved around tables quietly, finally arriving at her bench.
He leaned over and flicked her forehead.
"Hey. The liner bit me. Who do I call to have it sued?" He said to her after her eyes were finally open.
'How come every time I jump it feels like my stomach got left behind?' Dirk Mulled to himself as he pulled his Spatial into the Malaclypse freeport. ' Next time I just take the scenic route'. His overly armored hull hit the docking module with hearty thud and he heard the familiar 'whoosh' of the pressure equalizer, telling him it was now safe to disembark. Dirk was secretly amazed at how peaceful the system had looked on his approach, not a single hostile blip. Dirk could not remember the last time he had seen such a thing. 'Time for a little rest for this ol' vagabond' he though as he stepped into the station. To his left he saw his fellow delegates Sabre, bringing him back to the reality of why he was here in the first place. 'What the heck do they want with us anyways?' he thought as he looked at the station map. 'Other side of the 'bio-dome?'. He had not noticed how clean the air was in here. Hardly recycled at all. "Mr.Danger?" A friendly, but stern voice beckoned "Your party is waiting for you outside the Zenarch." It was one of the station guards, a Templar, motioning him in the direction of the bar. He could see Quiron waving to him. "Thank you." Dirk replied to the guard as he headed in Quiron's Direction. 'Well whatever they want, I'm sure this will be a memorable experience to say the least.'
A robed figure watched from the conference room overlooking the gardens, keeping his eyes upon the familiar figures that walked about the paths and flowers of the station. With a bit of a cough, he raised his arm, pressing upon a panel and began to speak.
"Mister Hunter, Mister Dirk, Pope Sturgeon, Miss deSonne and Miss McFarlen"
"Please make your way to the Zerach Garden Conference Room."
"Fellow Templars will escort you here"
As he finished speaking, several pairs of Templar officers began to make their way through the gardens, walking up to the ones spoken of and began to escort them through the station. The robbed figure then turned away from the widow, keeping only the back of his robes to be visible from the outside.
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
Theo's attention was caught by the comm. He stood, seeing that the woman at his side had not been awaken by the voice. He smiled and headed to the main archway, where he saw the two Phoenix delegates standing.
Kallisti my friends, welcome to Malaclypse Freeport! Theodore Sturgeon, I run this place, a pleasure to meet you, may Goddess bless you.
He bowed and then showed them the way by stretching his left arm.
Shall we gentlemen? Pope Bretonnias is waiting for us at the little cozy room, up there. The Zenarch was designed to allow and encourage meetings such as this, but the particular topic that gathers us today is too sensible for curious ears to hear.
She was taking a few days off and looking for an old friend......a mentor. She was alone wearing a fine silk, button up shirt and casual slacks with conservative heals.
Her long, red hair flowed mid way down her back.
Malaclypse Freeport was something she had only heard of in her conversations. Shasta was her original place of origin but this was a nice start. It was beautiful. She stood in the middle of it all and just looked around.
"Beautiful!" she said, "a girl could love this place." For the moment, she forgot her original mission.
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