7-238: MaPaCoA, Travel Pod Station
Chris nods eagerly.
The Legionnaire looks at his terminal as Oliver tags past.
“That checks out Mer. You can check in at Reception, straight across the park.”
The ‘park’ is a wasteland of grey concrete. Off to one side a gaggle of vehicles are clustered by a portable hut. A fenced-off area looks reserved for air vehicles and a couple of AeroStats are parked there. Near the centre of the empty expanse there are three forlorn-looking trees and a few benches and tables – perhaps that’s the park?
Painted pathways lead to various destinations. One is marked ‘Reception’ and leads directly across the open area to a cluster of box-like concrete buildings.
“Thank you.”
Oliver leads the two towards reception and waits in line or approaches the desk. “Hello, contractors Starr, Fromm and Uddin on behalf of Minor Vizier Dicard, the legionairres said we needed to check in here?”