Huh. So this is Earth, in this time. Earth in its prime.
"Earth. I'm hearing a lot about Earth lately."
Even more than usual, and with Harper on his crew, that's saying something. Not that Harper talks about what life was like on Earth (though given what it's become since the Fall, that's probably not surprising), but he references its history and culture constantly, to the frequent confusion of his captain who isn't even from the same galaxy as Earth.
Dylan follows after Julian at the wave, but he's not paying as much attention to Julian as he should be, too busy looking at the simulation of Earth all around them.
In Dylan's time, Earth might be the homeworld of humanity, but it was just one in over a million Commonwealth member worlds, largely abandoned by its people as they spread across the three galaxies. And since the Fall, it's a shadow, a wreck, devastated by Magog and the Drago-Kazov.
Here, it's busy, bright, cheerful; he can smell the ocean, hear some sort of transports flying in the distance, squint against the light of the sun. The students are more casual, less military in their bearing than the classmates he'd seen around him every day back in his High Guard Academy days back on Tarn-Vedra, and the bits he can see of San Francisco are nothing like Vishna-Tarn, but there's a feel that's familiar.
This is where the best and brightest come to learn. To get started on their careers of service to the Federation.
And that's just like the High Guard Academy on Tarn-Vedra.
"It's certainly immersive." At that, he stops admiring the scene around them and looks back at Julian with a smile. "I like your tricks."
They walk a few more steps in an easy companionship before Dylan speaks again.
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"Earth. I'm hearing a lot about Earth lately."
Even more than usual, and with Harper on his crew, that's saying something. Not that Harper talks about what life was like on Earth (though given what it's become since the Fall, that's probably not surprising), but he references its history and culture constantly, to the frequent confusion of his captain who isn't even from the same galaxy as Earth.
Dylan follows after Julian at the wave, but he's not paying as much attention to Julian as he should be, too busy looking at the simulation of Earth all around them.
In Dylan's time, Earth might be the homeworld of humanity, but it was just one in over a million Commonwealth member worlds, largely abandoned by its people as they spread across the three galaxies. And since the Fall, it's a shadow, a wreck, devastated by Magog and the Drago-Kazov.
Here, it's busy, bright, cheerful; he can smell the ocean, hear some sort of transports flying in the distance, squint against the light of the sun. The students are more casual, less military in their bearing than the classmates he'd seen around him every day back in his High Guard Academy days back on Tarn-Vedra, and the bits he can see of San Francisco are nothing like Vishna-Tarn, but there's a feel that's familiar.
This is where the best and brightest come to learn. To get started on their careers of service to the Federation.
And that's just like the High Guard Academy on Tarn-Vedra.
"It's certainly immersive." At that, he stops admiring the scene around them and looks back at Julian with a smile. "I like your tricks."
They walk a few more steps in an easy companionship before Dylan speaks again.
"So is this where you studied?"