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Cas stepped off the Chatt’s Delight at the end of his four-day flight and made his way into the port building at Orentus City on Aeyor. He followed the directions being flashed up on the large screens spaced around the building to the security desk.
There was only five people ahead of him in the queue, and he didn’t have to wait long to be dealt with.
“Name?” the officer running the desk asked in a bored voice; Cas could understand - it couldn’t be a fulfilling job.
“Casimir Dragunov,” he answered.
“Hand on the reader,” the officer instructed, indicating the square panel on the desk in front of his terminal. “Purpose of your visit?” he asked as Cas laid his hand on the panel, which lit up at the touch to take his prints as well as a DNA sample to confirm his identity.
“Family busi
