N|- Big Truffle in Little Orkney (//Invite only story)

[Balian Remi]

Boucher and Remi carried their beverages and meandered the halls, heading for the lift. This installation was unlike anything he’d seen before, he was used to the cold metallic interiors of small star bases and installation with their lifeless sterile light. This place was in stark opposition. The interior of the gathering space and halls was lit with a warm yellow light and planter boxes existed in many areas giving a soft, vibrant feel. Boucher sipped his coffee as they entered the lift and keyed the top floor and began their ascent.
A few moments later, the two men exitted the doors into another world entirely: much of the sunward side of the stations walls were heavy plate glass, and the ceiling supplemented immense, warm yellow light, brightening the entire space. The large room was filled with the business of growing things, dozens of mature fruit trees and vegetation of all kind were in planters along the walls and forming aisles through the space. A small fountain babbled at one end, and the ground had rustic stone pavers in place of steel catwalks.

“We knew you Gaians were nature lovers, but this, this is like a cathedral of life Monsieur Blackwood. Quite delightful a retreat you have here” Remi said, taking a sip from his steamy brew.
“Now, in such luxurious a meetingplace, let us discuss the soon-to-be departed Royalists” Balian moved to a wicker bench and took a seat.