[Spoken: Jonny d'Ville]
The cruel Sheriff and her kin were dead, their bodies tossed to Annwn, the lightless depths of the outer station, where the ghouls lurked and feasted on corpse meat. And with her death, settlers came from the far reaches of the steel sky to live and work, for Camelot was one of the few places still plumbed into the water supply. Food was brought from farms on the hydroponics levels, and a seemingly neverending stream of do-gooders with guns came riding into town, offering their services of protection against the bandits that roamed the vast inner wastes. 

The Pendragons took these lost, violent souls and gave them a purpose, sat around a huge steel table that had been in the town hall since before the oldest could remember. 

And when Camelot was safe and prosperous, Arthur sent his youngest hand, a hotheaded kid named Gawain, to fetch his people from their camp, among them Arthur’s daughter Morgause. 

The inner level of the station curved back in upon itself – steel floor that turned to sky with no horizon, but it was still a hundred miles to Camelot by the shortest route when they set out, clad in dust masks and goggles, over sandy dunes of rust.