Ten years later.
To the public eye, the galaxy was ruled by the Galactic Concordat, and at its helm sat President Charles Sparkborn.
He was the perfect statesman: charismatic, tireless, and fiercely dedicated to the new doctrine of Universal Equilibrium. Under his administration, the concept of a backwater planet had been abolished. The System provided equal resources, equal education, and an equal shot at the stars.
But while Charles signed the treaties and shook the hands, the universe didn't know that the ink on the paper only held because a silent force held the pen.
On a secluded planet; a world of rolling emerald hills and twin suns, that silent force was currently trying to flip a burger.
"You're burning it," a voice deadpanned.
Adrian looked up from the grill on his back porch with a smirk. "I am currently regulating three solar systems so they don't collapse, Karl. Cut me some slack on the meat."
