One Year Later…
The bubble of lawlessness was no longer a desperate refuge. It had become a beacon. It was now a bustling, vibrant, and wonderfully chaotic hub of activity, a place that was affectionately known throughout the fringe sectors as "The Bastion."
Ships of every shape and size came and went, from sleek diplomatic cruisers to rusty, souped-up smuggling freighters. It was a new kind of galactic capital, a melting pot of rebels, dreamers, scientists, and rogues, all drawn by the promise of a future they could write for themselves.
The Bastion Alliance, under the steady guidance of the Matriarch Council, had grown from a single, desperate fleet into a powerful and respected political force.
They had not conquered a single world, but they had won the hearts and minds of a hundred of them. Theirs was an empire of ideas, not of territory.
The Matriarchs:
