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Kepic ron’Sol; commerce world. In the language of the Jiid, it connotes a raging storm, or a sharp noise, or a fast day. â€Å"Of Sol†; the meaning of ron’Sol. A reflection of the trade war between the Jiid and the government of Sol, Kepic has passed from ron’Jiid to ron’Sol. A kind of final frontier in human commerce, Kepic reflects the soul of the entrepreneur. Like The city of New York, but with over one thousand years of advance, and one thousand years of wear. It is a home to those who seek stability and adventure, and a prison to those who want rest. To this world comes Razgka Karn, a cargo runner making a delivery. Karn’s life has always been one of adventure and uncertainty, and so he wishes for a chance to come to a world like this one. He wants stability, he wants the warm mothering security of constant work. He idolizes Kepic. The twin suns Ordos and Lithek reach their apogee, casting down their mixed light. The glistening towers reflect the amber light of Lithek and the sapphire light of Ordos, bathing the landscape in mellow hues. The various ships move about the spires attending to their various tasks; keeping to their varied schedules, and Razgka Karn admired them all. There it was, Interspace Fektradynamics Co., Razgka’s delivery. He landed in the docking bay, and relieved himself of control of his vehicle. He shifted his bulky frame out of this pilot’s seat and ventured through the hatch out to speak with the loaders. He hailed one down to him. â€Å"Where can a guy go to get some kicks around here?† Karn asked. â€Å"Mr. Karn, this is Kepic. The party is all around you.† He replied. Razgka was confused, and thought the worker to be rude. â€Å"What do you mean?† He asked. â€Å"This work, this business, this city†¦ it’s a party. Never stopping, choking on business, on obligations, and quotas. We here on Kepic go. We go all of the time. This is our life. Oh, how I envy you, smuggler. How I envy your freedom.† â€Å"But surely you must enjoy your security.† â€Å"Oh yes. This is a good life. But it is a wasted one. I want more than anything to stop considering my future, my obligations. But that will never be. This place is my life, my tormentor, and my god. This place is like a death in your sleep; I have my profit, but I have my requirements.