C: Shifting Balances

Brendan strode along the corridor as though he'd been to this station a thousand times. In reality this was only his third visit as his King's Consort, but it felt like a familiar place because it had a familiar structure.

He didn't have any memory of his ancestors giving a station away to their competitors, but perhaps they had been allies at the time. Or perhaps this was just a logical use of space in a structure that had to spin.

He glanced at the officers who were escorting him. Closest were his own people. But the ones on the edges were this station's people.

The station residents seemed peaceful enough, from this vantage point anyway. But they were oddly homogenous. A person couldn't be too different and still fit into that population.