In which Gregory lands in the Republic.
After the antiseptic gardenlike sanity of Legena the Republic is a striking contrast.
We got our first taste of this as we boarded one of the sixteen 'railheads' in orbit that anchor the 'sky-bridges' that are sole legal means of getting to the surface.
The Republic does not allow any flying below its final wallscreen.
The crowds in the station were numerous and diverse. Bald headed Arturians mixed cheek by jowl with Carthaginians , Idian Azi mixed with the descendents of SPQR slaves and a contingent of Manbots rubbed elbnows with Trianian Homo Bellici.
They had to the Republic for freedom of worship, to escape economic and political oppression or just to get a new start.
Mixed amongst the immigrants were residents come to meet them or on the way to shuttles off planet.
We saw all this but didn't mix. We were with the President and so Republican gendarmes cleared the way for us.


