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A signal had gone out. It was ambivalent, yet contained a puzzle for those who knew. A rabbit haloed by a silver sun. with a set of coordinates to a space station in the neutral zone. Dates would follow. Its creator loved puzzles. Especially with his chains now broken.
He could be a trickster again, but he was going to be smart about it. He was bring peace to the minds of his friends. He was going to topple thrones, and cut the hair of giants. He would judge quickly those who arrived at the location. Friend or Foe, he would find a use for them all. Or maybe, a happy reunion. That would be nice, but the Trickster doubted that it would happen.
The Trading Station hovered in its slow rotation. Inside, it teemed with life. traders, merchants filled the artificial air with spices and incense. And the trickster found himself the most at home in so much chaos.
He waited out of sight. Right at the rendezvous. His dark eyes searched.
He could be a trickster again, but he was going to be smart about it. He was bring peace to the minds of his friends. He was going to topple thrones, and cut the hair of giants. He would judge quickly those who arrived at the location. Friend or Foe, he would find a use for them all. Or maybe, a happy reunion. That would be nice, but the Trickster doubted that it would happen.
The Trading Station hovered in its slow rotation. Inside, it teemed with life. traders, merchants filled the artificial air with spices and incense. And the trickster found himself the most at home in so much chaos.
He waited out of sight. Right at the rendezvous. His dark eyes searched.