Bering
Zephyrantes 1337, Anno Astra 1002/5/3 0310
Glenn stretched, finally free of starport customs with his luggage claimed. He'd been told that interstellar travel was like the trams and trains back home on Cluster 1; an interminable wait but that it goes by quickly. Since his new employers had paid for his passage, he'd taken the stellar gate from Cluster 1 to Finster, shaving months off his travel time. Skipping across 114 light years and most of the sector in an instant was miraculous to him. But the journey from there had been a month-long affair from Finster to Vivian to Bering. The novelty of red-shifted and blue-shifted stars out the windows had vanished after the first week out towards Vivian; he'd pulled the window blind down after.
