Dawnstar, Neo Terra
Thirty-six hours ago, just hours after Emery left.
Klea's had been busy,
The refugee intake operation at Neo Terra had been her first priority the moment the ships began arriving, and she had thrown the full weight of the Earth faction's organizational capacity behind it.
The docking platforms on Neo Terra's northern edge had been converted into a processing center within hours of Emery's departure. Screening formations were installed at every entry point. Medical tents rose in precise rows along the outer platform. Water and food distribution stations were positioned at regular intervals so that no arriving person had to wait long enough to become desperate.
Camila had overseen the physical setup. Beowulf had positioned warriors at every checkpoint — not aggressively, not as guards exactly, but visibly and calmly, because people in crisis needed to see that someone was in control of the space they were entering.
The screening process itself was methodical.
