It
had been two days since the Galactic Empire had taken control of the United
Federation of Planets, and renamed it the Galactic Federation. During that time
a nonaggression pact had been signed with the Centauri Republic. It seemed that
the two mighty powers had become allies.
On
the Pegasus station, Captain Pendragon looked out of his office window. Since
he had taken command of the station just over a year ago, things had changed
dramatically. He no longer represented the United Federation of Planets, but an
organization known as the Free Federation. But at the moment that name meant
nothing. They had no basis of government, no official military wing, no
political assembly. They were a Federation in name only. Pendragon looked
outside at the Time of Legends, and the vast number of ships that now orbited
that great planet. Since the defeat at Wolf 359 there had been a steady stream
of ships arriving from all over the Alpha Quadrant, some military, some
civilian, all requesting asylum with the Free Federation.