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So too are there creature comforts that a commander’s It is impossible to gaze upon the Earth-like world from Ships come and go from Anchorage much like any other Humanity faces many challenges: natural disasters, the
life seldom affords. The trappings of the Bubble are a one of Anchorage’s several observation platforms and station its size, yet there is something special about gaz- brinkmanship of superpowers, and the inhuman threat
welcome distraction for those who have spent months not allow one’s imagination to wander. The planet — still ing from one’s canopy glass upon this particular Ocellus. of the Thargoids all conspire to undermine the unity and
alone. Nightclubs, restaurants, and holotheaters seem officially known by its Stuemeae FG-Y d7561 CD 4 des- The stars in the very centre of the Galaxy are bright and peace that preserve us. Yet in the hearts of explorers can
like odd allocations of resources so deep into the fron- ignation — seems ideal for the nexus of a new enclave dense; the locale positively teems with stellar energy. be found the very best of the human essence: the drive to
tier, yet those who built the station were forward thinkers. of humanity; one even more remote than Colonia. Still, it Again, the imagination is stimulated. Surely this glorious explore, to challenge, and to make the dreams of one age
Rumours of further — even scandalous — diversions are might be difficult for such an enclave to remain truly in- core is a worthy seat of humanity, the Sol system provi- the reality of the next.
never far from one’s ears, as are unofficial markets for dependent. Indeed, in the age of the frame shift drive, the sional in comparison. Yet to gaze into the starry void is
prohibited goods. Explorer’s Anchorage is by no means a journey between Earth and Sagittarius A* is the effort of also to be sobered. Explorer’s Anchorage is an island, not
criminal emporium, but it is a remarkable microcosm of a few brief days. a continent. Even within the comfort of its massive hull,
the cooperative, self-enforcing harmony that is possible life hangs by a razor edge. Dreams and labour are the fuel
absent of formal government. upon which places like this run; the former impotent with-
out the latter, and the latter rendered soulless without the
former.
there is something special about

gazing from one’s canopy glass
upon this particular Ocellus

Stations You Haven’t Visited: Explorer’s

Anchorage

Text: M. Lehman

Images: Vex, Exorcist, Zer0axis, Sebastian Wehmeyer

Design: Balthazarn Noxx

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