An ethereal storm formed over Saya. The city had been working towards perfecting their storm portal for years, and what conjured above them was the closest they'd gotten. The citizens stopped everything they were doing to stare up at the dangerous beauty. One lighting strike from this storm could mean instant incineration. Or, if channeled correctly, the immediate transportation to Highwind, the storm capital of the universe.
Saya had grazed evidence of them while monitoring the Cosmic Stormscope. It was the Tempest of the Heavens that revealed Highwind's existence, and they sought admission to the capital as soon as they glimpsed it.
Wingwisher climbed to the top of the stormtower. He held his arms out wide, hoping this attempt would work. The raging storm surged on before him; lightning arced across its expanse. As it drew nearer, Wingwisher's hair stood up on end. Faint images of Highwind shone through the portal. The hopeful citizen smiled with glee, then he was struck in a blinding flash.
Wingwisher stood there no longer, and the Saya stormwatchers rushed to the Cosmic Stormscope. They listened intently for their success code. Minutes passed without a single signal. They began to give up hope, but then the device detected something. They isolated the signal from the noise, and what they heard rendered them speechless. "Tempest Truth. Haven in Highwind!"
The room cheered, and news soon spread throughout all of Saya. They'd confirmed contact and proved transportation to Highwind. Engineers immediately began work to establish safer, and more reliable transportation between realms.
Saya would no longer be a backwater station of humanity, but a cosmic leader in stormhopping. The galactic governments would use them as their transportation hub. The protection of Highwind would ensure no authority tried to seize Saya for their own gain. Finally, Saya would become more than a brief pit stop for galactic wanderers.
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