The artificial sun over Sovereign's Reach cast a brilliant golden hue across the thriving city, its soft warmth gently blanketing towering skyscrapers, arcology domes, and orbital lifts. From the observation deck of the Galactic Commerce Spire, Leon stood silently, his hands behind his back as he observed the city that had grown under his rule.
The past few weeks had been tumultuous — trade routes had flourished, independent traders pledged allegiance, and more importantly, the name Leon Drayce had spread far and wide through Consortium sectors. What started as a hidden hub in a forgotten system had evolved into a bustling epicenter of commerce, diplomacy, and intrigue.
But with growth came predators.
"Sir," said Juno, stepping into the chamber, datapad in hand, "We've just intercepted encrypted transmissions between Consortium Fleet Command and a private mercenary outfit. They've launched a stealth cruiser toward Sovereign's Reach. ETA: 18 hours."
