Stonesong

COREWARD BOUND
Quarzite Orbital Skyhook

The Quarzite Orbital Skyhook shimmered like a jeweled needle against a canvas of stars, tethered delicately to the world below. Senator Joa Sodi stood by the viewport of the reception lounge, her hands folded neatly at her waist, watching the slow, measured drift of cargo haulers and diplomatic shuttles. She turned as the doors hissed open, offering a warm, welcoming smile to Junior Representative Sibylla Abrantes. Joa's robes, tailored in muted greys and blues drawn from Quarzite's deep-crust mines, caught the sterile light and softened it, giving her the grounded, reassuring air she often carried into her work. "Representative Abrantes," she greeted smoothly, gesturing to the low seating arranged near a spread of caf and sweetbread. "I'm grateful you could make the journey. I thought a face-to-face would do better than a hundred holocalls."
As they settled, Joa slid a slim datapad toward her guest. The draft of the Refugee Repatriation and Naturalization Act glinted on its surface. She spoke as Sibylla took it in, her voice steady yet suffused with a quiet urgency. "This bill has the chance to reshape how displaced peoples are handled across our sector," Joa explained, her words carefully measured. "Not simply by granting sanctuary, but by offering them a true, structured path home… or toward a new one, here in the Republic."
She shifted the tone after a moment of quiet, allowing a softer, almost conspiratorial note to enter her voice. "Tell me, Representative," she said, tilting her head thoughtfully, "what does a home mean to you?" It was an innocent question on the surface, but as with all things Joa Sodi, there was an invitation beneath it—an offer to connect not as mere colleagues, but as individuals determined to craft something lasting together.

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