Minutes later the building shook, glass rattling in frames, and an ear-splitting whine filled the air. It sounded like the end of the world, and the concourse darkened dramatically as the shadow of a huge ship came overhead.
The whine was mercifully short-lived, for the craft was down in short order. The women reached for files. The engines shut down and a ramp lowered. It was an old cargo ship, of uniform dark blue, covered in strange silver markings.
It came to rest on a gantry lowered from the ship’s bowels and was the traditional triangular shape, with a bloated central oval in which portals shone as they caught the sunshine. Near the nose of the craft, a bubble rose and figures moved within.
This particular ship was a familiar sight, ferrying in guests and cargo from Xen III and other worlds. She was a trader known as the Blue Domian Nine, affectionately known as the Blue Dom.
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