The leadership of Aurora has completed its colonization of the Aurorian system. While Olyver has pushed for the Federation’s creation, Quinn and Caitlin have delayed the process until the planets have become self-sufficient. Now that each of the new worlds is thriving, Quinn and Caitlin invite the leaders to Aurora as they seek to complete the birth of the new Federation. However, each of the new governments is wary about the fledgling Federation’s leadership and placement. Will the new Federation select its new leader? Will they determine an appropriate arrangement for the Aurorian Federation? Or will the splintered governments implode while seeking a unified leader?
Quinn rested his hands on the conference table, and his eyes traveled from person to person until his gaze fell to Caitlin. “Well, now that Olyver has arrived. I believe we can resume our discussion from yesterday.”
“This day has been a long time coming,” Olyver focused his sneer upon his fellow triumvir as his fingers drummed along his biceps. “But yes, let us formalize this Federation with the colonies we’ve established.”
The bulky man across from Quinn cleared his throat and lifted a finger. “Point of clarification,” He leaned against the table, and it creaked, “Before anyone left this planet, we agreed that none of the new planets would be considered a colony.”
“Quite right, Bartholomew,” Caitlin replied, wringing her fingers while smiling at each of the assembled leaders. “It was a slip of the tongue. I can speak for every triumvir. We never have, nor will we ever consider any of your homes, colonies of this federation. In fact, that’s one of the key points of this meeting.” Caitlin rose and clutched her hands behind her, and started circling the gathered throng. “Before anyone leaves this chamber, we’ll have an agreement to enforce an equal footing in this alliance.”
The woman sitting to Bartholomew’s right turned and gripped Caitlin’s hand. “To achieve that, we’ll require a centralized government that can step in and ensure that each planetary regime plays by the rules.”
“That’s part of the reason we’re gathered here, Kerri.” Caitlin patted the woman’s forearm, gripping it tightly. “Specifically, with this discussion,” Caitlin pulled Kerri’s hand off her wrist and resumed her walk around the table. “With our efforts, the tragic loss of our homeworld will be transformed into a glorious new beginning.”