Dimensional Descent

A ship docking station wasn't a simple operation. From the inside, it looked more like a honeycomb with several hexagonal compartments. From the outside, it looked like a massive glass dome one could watch the chaos from a distance thanks to.

The honeycomb like parking stations came in various shapes and sizes depending on, obviously, the size of the ship that needed them. Some were permanent and bought out by frequent travellers, merchants or various other companies. But, most were temporary stations that were rented out based on need.

If one was from a family with a decent background, it was more likely than not that that someone would park their ship within their own estate. However, only those of a superior noble standing were allowed to do this.

With so much traffic coming in and out, how could a world like this not have its own laws?

These glass domes that were dotted around the planet at various popular locations weren't just for show. One couldn't just land your ship wherever you pleased. If one wanted to travel around the planet, there were very specific and very few lanes you could take with a spaceship. Should you want more freedom, you would need different permits and also a different kind of vessel to take you as well.

Only the very rich and influential could have exclusive lanes of their own that allowed for more private and less regulated travel.

Unsurprisingly, Yuri allowed the ship's autopilot to follow along with everyone else and toward one of the many honeycomb parking stations. This was the number and location her adoptive father had told her to go toward. And, as expected, before the ship even docked, the three women caught sight of the man.

Aina's heart stopped beating for a moment, her eyes reddening beneath her mask. Even though she thought she had squeezed all the tears her body had left out, seeing her father for the first time in such a long time placed her on the verge of breaking down once again.

Even within the hustle and bustle of the docking station, this man seemed to have carved out a piece of space all to his own. The hem of his robes were unaffected by the whipping winds and ships subconsciously took the long way around him.

hair with such volume that it almost looked like the mane of a lion.

wide as a gorilla's. He stood at over seven feet tall, and yet it didn't seem out of place or awkward. He filled out his frame with power and strength that made the wind

But given the rest of his appearance, it was like he was giving the world a chance to breathe. If even they had been sharp… Maybe the whole of the docking station would have been frozen in place, unable to go about their

scary sort of projection, or a stifling, grueling

just saw

from the spaceship before it

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still in his small ship, but

'What…'

Leonel's understanding, the answer to that question was no. But, if he thought about it a step further than

that perfect state was quite resounding. What was a

languages written with Force in order to induce specific and practiced reactions in the world at large. Who was to say

more permanent Force Arts like Leonel did when he created treasures, didn't he have to use precious ores and materials? What was a Memory Ore if not a precious material? In fact, using it to draw in Force to accomplish this feat may very well have

been, anyway. Leonel wasn't certain if it was because he had no idea where he was.

But, the moment his body became aware that it had reappeared in wherever this place was… he had actually

speed, escape and defense in mind, so how could he leave such an obvious weakness? He had instead used his Internal Sight