"I'm thinking about ... Red Star Alliance." Lucian turned his head toward Medeia. "What do you think?"
His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, hoping Medeia would like the name.
Medeia tilted her head. She thought Lucian would have bad taste when it came to naming things since his father had even named a wolf Bear.
"Do you have a particular reason for naming it Red Star?" asked Medeia.
Lucian turned his gaze back to the road ahead and explained, "Red for the canyon where we're building our base. And the star ... Well, I just thought it represented hope."
A hope that represented guidance, a hint of light in the darkness.
Many people had lost hope after a large amount of radiation struck their planet. They counted the dead every day, watching the population dwindle from billions to only twenty million, maybe less.
The dead were scattered around the streets, but births were hard to come by.
