How This Came Together
In Founding, the collapse of a once-powerful Federation leaves a distant colony struggling to define its future. As tension builds and voices clash, a routine assembly becomes something far more consequential. This science fiction short story explores political instability, fragile unity, and the quiet pressure that shapes leadership when survival is no longer guaranteed.
With resources stretched thin and trust wearing thinner, the survivors must confront a difficult truth. Survival requires more than hope. Founding is a story about responsibility, perception, and the moment hesitation gives way to resolve.
Music Pairing
Still Got Something is the blues track paired with this story. Its steady pulse and restrained momentum mirror the tension simmering beneath the surface. The music carries quiet resolve, underscoring the shift from uncertainty toward something firmer, though not without cost.
Behind the Scenes
When I began the second installment in this series, I knew the colony could not remain suspended in uncertainty. Rather than dramatize every step that led to unrest, I chose to begin in the middle of it. That pressure allowed leadership dynamics to evolve naturally. Instead of spectacle, Founding centers on debate, doubt, and the weight of decisions made in public view.
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Excerpt of Founding
Doubt lodged deep into Caitlin’s mind over the world she had urged them to seize. Housing charts shifted weekly, but supply rosters never stabilized. Fists pounded tables in every hall as arguments spilled into the streets. Each proposal dissolved into shouting before it reached a vote. Unity became a relic of polite conversation, the way it vanished with the Federation.
She recognized many familiar faces, all hard workers, but tonight they looked ready to turn on her. No one tried to meet her gaze. For a moment, even Quinn avoided her. As she slumped in her chair, her mind sought an answer, but she kept circling back to the fact that everything had changed. The loudest voices carried an edge she had never heard before.
Caitlin dug through her notes and hoped the meeting would be more productive. As the clamor grew, she leaned over to Quinn, covering her microphone. “Is it too late to change our minds?”
Quinn flashed her a satisfied grin as he patted her back. “Yes, we made the decision, and it stands.”
With a groan, Caitlin began tapping her mic, and the raucous crowd stilled, one stray voice at a time. When silence settled upon the hall, she addressed the latest batch of concerns. “Every attempt to debate the efficacy of rebuilding what was lost is a moment we cannot recover.”
Her gaze swept across the gathered colonists as she drew a breath. “While I agree in principle that things must be altered, it’s a discussion that’s not relevant in our current circumstances. We are shelving the idea of colonizing other worlds and reforming the Federation. We need to build a solid foundation for our home. Once we’ve established our new world, we’ll shift our focus back to the stars.”
“You’re the one who brought us here! You don’t get to decide what comes next!” A man shouted. Several others rose to their feet, voices cracking with anger.
“We cannot fracture. We need unity that holds.” Caitlin raised her hands, urging everyone to calm down. When the talking ceased, she folded them on the table. “Our immediate need involves developing our new home. Once complete, we’ll adjust our platforms to work without the requirement of going through the Larian hub. And remember, the Federation is gone. As my esteemed colleague said, nothing is shielding us.”
Caitlin gestured at Quinn before she pressed her palms to the table. “We have a dire need for proper ships if we’re ever to protect this fledgling coalition. We must deal with our greatest threat, not gamble on distant futures.”
Nodding, Quinn stood up and greeted the crowd with a smile, “Everyone here knows I opposed this plan, but after working with Caitlin, I realize this is our only genuine option.”
“What should we do first?” asked another nameless voice from the group.
Caitlin drew a sharp breath as she leaned forward. “We need to establish clear leadership so we can advance in a united fashion.”
A murmur rolled through the chamber, hardening into a chant. Several seconds later, Caitlin and Quinn nodded when they recognized the demand.
“Create a triumvirate…
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