Sabian received his clearance from the port and they sped off, back to Portal Station Nerrivik.

When they arrived, they were informed that Lieutenant Jayne Matisse had given them special authorization to access the portal. Six ships formed up as escorts in delta formation around the Arion.

“Portal Station Nerrivik, this is Sabian Delain of the CHM Arion. We are on approach to portal gate, requesting access to end point Sol.”

Sabian shook his head.

“It’s so strange saying that.”

Sera agreed. Since the Dire War there had only three refugee ships arriving at α Centauri, and Sera knew almost nothing about the shattered birthplace of humanity. Sol had been no more than a history lesson for hundreds of years, spoken of in sad lectures so that peo...

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