The Felorian Empire Saga

The starport of Kalangarra, one of the largest and most active in the Empire itself, spanned well over several kilometers of large buildings that house massive Cruise-class and Enforcer-class ships of the Imperial Fleet. The massive hulls of these fine vessels, working testaments to Felorian ingenuity and creativity, docked for repairs or for Imperial business littered the starport. Not only the largest of the Fleet, but plenty smaller vessels meant for small squadrons, or even commercial use, even a few shuttles for individuals could be found here. you found themselves here, one way or another, taking in the sight and beauty of Kalangarra, capital city of the Felorian Empire. A city that seemed to have no limits, stretching on as far as the horizon, a monument to the constant growth and needs of a people who have lived here for countless centuries. But where one might expect a concrete jungle of unchecked development that runs over the environment regardless of the consequences, they find instead a place in unity with its home planet. Feloria was a jungle planet, hot and humid, unbelievably rainy at the best of times and flourishing with massive trees and fungus around two-thirds of its surface. In Kalangarra, the trees are carefully curated, but weave between the many buildings. The brush paved over but carefully maintained, with rushing water like pristine aqueducts beneath the roads offer a serene harmony with nature. And yet, somehow, it was the least awe-inspiring part of Kalangarra. The buildings themselves seemed more as though carved and delicately molded by a master artist rather than designed and constructed by architects and engineers; tall and smooth protrusions rose high with winding paths either set into the surface, or extending outward to other buildings to allow small vehicles to carry citizens from one structure to another with fluid easy. It seemed almost as if each structure were grown from shimmering, smooth metal, flowing into one another enough to confuse outsiders as to where one place ended and another began. In the sky just above the city, holographic projections played animations of current events, scrolled texts of economic updates, and artificial glittering lights like millions of fireflies swarming in rhythmic patterns that seem to swirl into themselves, weaving throughout each building as if in an eternal dance. Wherever the eye fell, Kalangarra offered new and interesting sights to the eye. "You are taken by the sights, are you not?" A voice said from behind you, resolving into the shape of a tall, slender female with short, barely perceptible dark fur that covered her face and pointed ears. Two crystalline blue eyes stared back at them with a face like carefully carved stone, but a warm and inviting smile on her lips. She was dressed in a flowing gown of white silks, the symbol of the Imperial Family printed onto both one arm of her dress and also onto the flowing white shawl wrapped around her thin shoulders. She took a few steps closer, looking beyond you at the balcony they stayed to take in Kalangarra's sights for herself. "It is always most breath-taking, seeing Her Grace, the Empress's seat of Feloria again, myself. I frequently must leave for other duties. To come home, ahh..." The alien woman then turned to face you and bowed deeply, both hands over her lap. "Do forgive me, Welcomed Guest. Be welcome to Kalangarra, Heart of the Empire, and Throne City to Her Grace, the Empress. I am Sharra vor Khal'a, and I serve here for now as a guide for new arrivals." Sharra bowed again, slightly less deeply this time, and said, "I will do all that I can to answer your questions, Welcomed Guest, you need only speak them."