This was League territory, in practicality. Technically, Octavia was neutral, another buffer area agreed on by the League and the Xenowealth. Here politicians could meet. Citizens could migrate off to other worlds. But Trumball was the League side of the neutral area. Trumball’s floating docks and structures were concrete, square, and practical. There were no gardens or greenspaces like Reception. No trees lining the canals leading to the wormhole. Military police in olive uniforms patrolled the streets, and people avoided your eyes. The only chaos allowed to proceed in Trumball was near the docks, where orderly markets allowed by the Governor’s Council occupied pre-built concrete table slabs to sell their wares. Small black spheres sullenly regarded the world from scattered perches on building corners, lamps, and eaves. Just like on League planets, the Council here watched everything. And the Governor’s Council reported everything back through the wormhole upstream to the League.
