Looking at the bright lights in the distance, Jason felt a surge of excitement. This immersive experience was something no photograph could ever capture.
"It's so dark!" That was his first impression of Nyx, a sentiment shared by almost every pioneer who set foot on the planet.
But things were much better now. The lights from the industrial sector in the distance managed to pierce the gloom, emitting a faint yet resilient glow that put everyone at ease.
Jason had a bit of a martyr complex; he always wanted to shoulder every burden himself. He had been like that back in his military days, and he hadn't changed now that he was the Leader of the Federation. This inherent personality trait was practically hardwired into him.
It was precisely this approachable nature that earned him the genuine respect and deep affection of his people. After all, everyone appreciated a leader who was reasonable and tolerant.
