Perched on top of a large township building, Freya stood in mild shock as she looked out at the distance beyond. There, she watched as fire fell from the sky, and as smoke consumed the horizon. More than that, she watched as Federation fleets spread out further and further.
Especially towards them.
Then she turned back down to the settlement township, and looked at all of the people all around.
To them, it didn’t matter if they were from the Federation or the Hegemony. All they wanted to do was to live in peace, to build their lives and their futures.
But the powers that be decided that wasn’t for them at all.
Freya’s eyes went wide the moment she spotted a shop down below. Or, rather, an old bar. She recognized it easily. It was the very first one she had ever entered, back when she first started doing contracts in the colonies.
This was that same settlement.
It had grown from a few hundred, up to a few thousand, all in the span of a few years.