Star Arc Short Notes: The Federation's Showcase #1

"Welcome to the Perseus—Orion Federation, my friend." In a lounge with a panoramic view window, a gentleman spread his arms to welcome his guests. His counterparts, however, were dressed and composed differently: those in fine silks shivered, while the travel-worn looked around curiously. The ragged ones gazed with envy and awe at the scene before them: the reception hall, a tapestry of silver-grey walls and warm lighting, both cozy and chilling. The gentleman scanned them all and gestured towards the latter. "Then, please, let us proceed to the adjoining lounge." As soon as he spoke, two sleek guide robots glided silently forward to lead the way. Once the guests entered the lounge, the gentleman adjusted his outer garment, maintaining his external composure. Simultaneously, a section of the corridor wall silently rose, revealing a fully armed soldier carrying the faint scent of gunpowder; fresh scorch marks still adorned the edges of his armor. The soldier glanced at the closed lounge door. "Quite the setup. How many did you lure onto your 'pirate ship' this time?" The gentleman took out a tablet from his coat, gesturing at its contents. "How many did you lure onto your 'pirate ship' this time?" the soldier said, looking towards the end of the corridor, turning to the gentleman behind him with a mocking tone. The gentleman tidied his collar, as if he hadn't heard the soldier's jibe. "Hmph." Seeing he wouldn't get the response he wanted, the soldier pursed his lips and turned to leave. "Pirate ship, you say? Compared to the human infernos that are the various arcs of Star Arc, what are the Federation's rules and regulations?"