The great hall of Eclipse HQ had been transformed almost beyond recognition.
Where training equipment usually lined the walls, white draping now hung in soft folds from the ceiling, catching the afternoon light pouring through the tall windows. Flowers spilled from every column, real ones, thousands of them, someone having called in favors with three separate off-world suppliers to get enough blooms for a wedding this size. Rows of chairs stretched back further than the eye comfortably tracked, a thousand faces already settling into their seats, murmuring, laughing, greeting each other with the easy familiarity of people who lived and fought together every single day.
Overhead, stream drones hovered discreet at the corners, broadcasting the whole thing out to however many millions were tuned in across the Cardinal and beyond.
