As the vast colony ship lumbered out of its holdings for the first and last time, it seemed to shake and sway as if limbering itself up. It drifted slowly upwards while a number of smaller ships surrounded it like flies.
Without warning, the smaller ships all stopped their seemingly random movements and made a beeline for the holds of their new home. With a distinct absence of sound, the metal block of the carrier vanished, leaving a void of darkness where it should have been.
As suddenly as the great vessel had disappeared, a small but blinding light appeared from the tendrils of darkness, rapidly growing as its true form was revealed. The lightweight craft skimmed over the city’s maze like passages at an impossible speed, curving round gracefully to the grand bank towers, entwined over the old town centre and covered in steel and a glimmer of electricity next to the huge crystal spiral of the old marketplace but separated by the ancient castle.
The craft stopped at a small mooring housing just a small pub and an office, next to a portal that the pilot had spent a long time finding. It was why he went to the small but homely dock rather than one of the grand ones that he could afford easily. The brew in the pub didn’t hurt either.
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Short, old and pretty wrong but it might get the creative juices flowing in someone else - it's quite good for imagining a world around.