Garpheron Vurlyth

A bastion, ramshackle in its fortifications, thunders through the cosmos, implacable in its path. Barrelling aside other wayfarers, assured in its mission. A marketplace, refineries built upon habitats, built upon stores and warehouses, harvesting, refining, and pricing goods along the way, keeping its place as a relevance through the interstellar convoy. A factory, changing and growing and rebuilding and paring away at itself, changing its form as easily as water, expanding to fill its surrounding.

This is how Garpheron Vurlyth has always been, and this is how he'll remain. A tidal wave, confident in his own strength, and fluid enough to find his own place wherever the tide should take him. Always pushing forward, never losing steam.

The emigration convoy has halted about a small star; Cyris B, home to one habitable planet, and a dozen balls of dirt or gas. It's not the living situation that interest them, however, it's the hungry void that lies nearby.