The mining operation proved to be a modest success. Jaeden returned to the space station with his cargo hold filled with precious minerals. It was a step closer to his dream, but he knew he needed more than just wealth—he needed people who shared his vision.
Fate intervened when Jaeden crossed paths with Elara once more, this time in a dimly lit cantina. She was seated alone at a corner table, staring into a half-empty glass. Something in her posture, a mixture of defiance and vulnerability, compelled Jaeden to approach.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, holding his drink.
She looked up, recognition flickering in her eyes. "Go ahead," she said, gesturing to the seat opposite her.
They talked for hours, their conversation weaving through the past and the present, hopes and regrets. Jaeden learned of Elara's royal heritage and her struggles to survive in a galaxy that had forgotten her. In turn, he shared his own story and his audacious plan to create a new nation among the stars.
"You're crazy, you know that?" Elara said with a wry smile. "But maybe that's what this universe needs—a bit of crazy."
Jaeden chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment. What about you? What do you want?"
Elara's smile faded, replaced by a contemplative look. "I want to matter again. I want to build something that lasts."
"Then join me," Jaeden said, extending his hand. "Let's build it together."