38 Desca, 2799; August 28, 2047.
“You requested my presence, Madam Speaker?”
“I have one item from the session to finish reviewing before we can talk. Do make yourself comfortable.”
Jadyn strode across the large octagonal office of the Speaker of the Commonwealth Council, taking a seat in the middle of three wooden chairs. On the opposite side of the large black marble desk sat the youngest to ever hold the office of Speaker. Casiandra Jubah had done incredible wonders in her four years of leading the Commonwealth. Among other things, she’d supported and helped achieve the passing of a motion to alter the name and function of the haphazard grouping of cultures. The rather dated ‘Aligned Worlds’ charter had been completely redrafted, replaced by the ‘Commonwealth of United Worlds.’ Her crowning achievement, single-handedly convincing over two dozen estranged colonies to resume their seats on the Council and have their grievances addressed, had finally dissolved the movements spreading rumors that she was too ineffectual and too vapid to guide the Commonwealth.