[i]Tick advancement is now T1.  Graphical update on Tuesday[/i]



[b]Within the lights of Rayleigh[/b]

A group of long legged Splinders nest themselves on a child with orange skin, a common feature of the people of Rayleigh and they feel their home for their next move.  Their legs are at worst ticklish for the kid who points at a statue of the legendary admiral Tras of Rayleigh- the founder of the Constructivist Party and the admiral who unified the Domain after decades of chaos.  The kid knows himself to be a descendant of her- like many folks of Rayleigh who were born from her eggs stored by the hundreds that have matured into thousands of people over the past century who make up the upper classes of Reyleigh’s society- the segment that isn’t made of other Domain folk and their corporations anyhow.  

The Spindlers themselves scuttle across the concrete ground and cover the statue as the kid wanted, just to imagine what she looked like with her loyal cluster of Spindlers who extended her will across a whole space fleet.    The webs of a few spiders were able to outmaneuver the fleets of the Domain itself, for as they divided themselves Tras with her Spindlers unified the rest of the Domain into the Constructivist party.  The kid feels the weight of that legacy, or at least the weight of the spindlers returning to his body to rest on his back and arms.  The Spindlers are small and mature faster, but for a kid it is still an extra several pounds even someone as strong a kid as himself must work through.  The bright skies have made the boy embrace the light and thanks to his vision being used to staring into the sun, he does so.  It is always so bright.  And always so colorful out there.

The boy does not have parents, just spindlers who mutually guide his way.  And so they do, guiding him down a path to the communal housing where he and many other kids of multiple races live in peace.  For now, anyhow.

Everyone knows that the stability on the local level is always betrayed by the chaos in the grand scheme of things- but the boy can ignore that, he has more pressing matters to do such as learning to use his spindlers properly.