Aurelian's mouth twitched, almost amused.
"Either way," he said, "I'm here now."
They did not stay in the open bay long, because the starport had cameras and bored people, and the Arcturus family had a private logistics warehouse in this starport for the same reason most great families did, because Polaris was a trade center and an academy center, and if you did not have a footprint here you were choosing to be slower than everyone else.
A family manager met them at the warehouse entrance, polite and professional, and led them into a sealed storage corridor where the air smelled like clean metal and cold packaging foam, and where everything important had already been sorted into neat stacks that looked almost ceremonial.
The first thing delivered was simple resource support, credits, and fragments.
