Years have passed. The war is over. Peace has struck a tenuous balance amid the Galaxy. However, there are still questions that linger - and perhaps the new delegation of Terrans that have arrived will hold the answers. Either way, Daoket recognizes that the political game has just become much more interesting. This episode is performed by Corey Hawkins, Haley Joel Osment, and Jaboukie Young-White. CHRYSALIS is written by SH Serrano, adapted by Stephen Michael and Macklen Makhloghi, and executive produced by Corey Hawkins. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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This is Chrysalis part 14.
The sky level of Nietzsche and Prime's arcology was a city in its own right, a second urban layer suspended above the wispy clouds.
The collection of expansive terraces, lush gardens, and broad walkways were wrapped by a shimmering breaker field, deflecting the cold winds present at those heights, particularly at night.
I stood on one of those terraces, gazing at the breathtaking sight as I leaned over the railing.
The endless city sprawled out below, a sea of artificial lights reflecting the stars above.
It was beautiful.
I stood with the bright blue and yellow lights to my back as nearly 100 automated vidcams fluttered over the crowd behind me, zipping back and forth in an endless effort to record something interesting.
There were many worlds across the Galactic Federal Council keen to see this event unfold.
After all, it wasn't every day new galactic accords were signed.
For the moment, I enjoyed taking some time to recuperate, taking an occasional glimpse at the buzzing crowd.
Oh, meat.
Really?
I turned to look at my approaching assistant carrying a plate of food.
He was an odd piece, almost an opposite picture of myself.
He was short and stocky, and his skin was scaly rather than smooth.