The evening sky over Sylvania was painted in hues of amber and violet as Matthew Hesh returned to his factory. The sprawling industrial complex hummed with activity, a testament to the relentless work ethic that had driven the Republic to victory. Tonight, however, the atmosphere felt different—charged with a sense of possibility and purpose.
Matthew stepped into his office, where Robert Anders was waiting, a stack of papers and telegrams spread across the desk. The factory's operations manager looked up as Matthew entered, his expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
"Well?" Robert asked. "How did the meeting go?"
