CLANGGGGGG! HISSSSSSSSSS!
DING-DING-DING-DING!
On the thirtieth day of the Heavy-Metal Cluster campaign, a golden fireworks array burst above the White Dwarf Stamp-Press Shipyard in System #31 as the giant neon production counter on top of the hundred-mile hydraulic frame rolled over to a historic number:
[ TOTAL MUNICIPAL VESSELS STAMPED THIS MONTH: 50,000 / 50,000! ]
Out across the vast orbital plains of System #31, stretching as far as the eye could see in every direction, floated the newly formed Dry-Well Civic Armada.
It was a sight that made visiting merchants from neighboring sectors drop to their knees on the train platforms: In the center formation sat 30,000 Obsidian-Black Civic Patrol Cruisers, each one a seamless, one-mile mountain of White-Dwarf compressed Star-Iron with Ye Guhan’s mirror-polished bounce-back bumpers and six-barrel artillery turrets gleaming under the white starlight. On the left wing floated 10,000 High-Speed Spirit-Furnace Star-Trains, ready to lay glowing sword-beam tracks across a hundred light-years in a single day. On the right wing idled 5,000 Solar Heating & Soup Tankers, built to pump warm Sweet-Spring water and Old Guo’s herbal broth to newly settled moons. And in the rear civil-service bay sat 5,000 Sunflower-Yellow Armored School Buses and Heavy Ore Barges, guarded by sixty-two orange-vested Sanitation Void Whales!
