Hi's official policy on visitors: get them drunk, take their ledger, call it hospitality.
A frontier trading post that swapped iron rule for open gates — sensor-ghost weapons humming beside a monument garden of ration-table gossip, hospitality always served with hidden interest.
The council fired up a new Weapons Foundry humming with sensor ghosts and unveiled a Monument Garden for ration-table gossip. While the commander was away, the colony threw an unplanned festival — Kell Ardent lit the fuse.
Hi was founded under a single decisive hand, the Iron Command, banners raised on a promise of order and strength holding everyone in line beneath one flag.
That grip loosened by design: the colony reconstituted as the Free Traders, gates thrown open to commerce, betting its future on strangers and cargo instead of one banner.
That openness curdled into a good bit on trade day — a visiting trader got liquored up in the depot bar until his ledger hit the floor and his pockets followed. Hospitality, with interest.
Then came a visitor, Road Stranger, plying resident scientist Dr. Sable Kestrel with round after round chasing gossip from some silo, leaving family paperwork unresolved in the haze.
This week the council raised a foundry humming with sensor-ghost weapons and a monument garden for ration-table gossip, while an unplanned festival broke out — an engineer lit the spark.
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