OOC: Ayiee! Hold that RP!
IC:
All that time, Terastas had still been in the elevator. Despite the elder's attempt to include Terastas in the meld, his inexperience had prevented it from working correctly. It didn't matter; the Kalga was approaching. Terastas did his best to relax, trying to keep in tune with the rest of people down below. Now almost at the docking point, his powers would be severely limited; the elders only granted such vast reaches of their powers when there was not one avari that did not request such. Now further from his people than any quest had ever taken one, he began to wonder if the elders would still hear his prayer.
It didn't matter. All at once, the Avari spoke:
"Spirits of the elders, allow no admission to the heartless."
They actually didn't need to pray; the elders were already setting up the anti-negativity field, which not even the Kalga would likely take notice of since it only applied physical state to only truly evil beings, in this case, the Kal'Tak.
Terastas's prayers were interrupted when he found himself no longer seated on the floor. The elevator had taken him outside Eravia's gravitational pull. Then suddenly, the station's artificial gravity kicked in, which, due to bad planning, happened to be centered in the other direction. Like any cat would, Terastas kicked his feet up (or down depending on your perspective, somersaulting himself in the proper direction so to land on his feet. Then the doors opened and he stepped out into the docking station.
Compared to the wonder that is the anchor structure, the docking station is... Pathetic. Essentially, it was just a large spherical structure built around the elevator, out from which grew numerous tube-like runways at random points. Since ships could dock at all points of the station, the gravity was really screwy. By a general perspective, the elevator actually ran through the station so its occupants could step out onto the ceiling, therefore using the elevator shaft as a central stuctural support. Then instead of directing gravity towards a specific area, a device in the center of the sphere actually pushed back in all areas so that one could actually walk around the perimeter.
The runways were the exception of course, each equipped with a normal gravity simulator. To keep it in line with the station, however, each runway was equipped with a unique device which actually locked onto an arriving member's foot whenever stepped upon, applied a magnetic level of gravity, and then rotated a quarter turn, releasing them in the proper gravitational pull. It was simple enough, but the sudden spin and launch into the bizarre field generally strikes those that are unfamiliar with the station's unique principles (I already know there's at least one on board the Kalga having trouble following this). Supposedly, when the Avari were exisled and first came to Eravia, not one had come down the runway without falling face forward upon entering the station.
And right at the center of it all, floating around in some sort of jetpack-like contraption which flew by manipulating the station's gravity, was the station coordinator, a 6-inch mouselike creature. She flew right in Terastas's face upon arrival, the slight gravitational distortion created by her transportation device giving him a headache at its proximity.
"You must be the Avari representative," she chirped. "I've got the ship on radar; big mother of a craft if I've ever seen one. You want to see it on the radar; its like nothing else-"
"No, that's alright," said Terastas, resisting the urge to swat her away. "Just tell them where they can park."
