Shree, the Emissary of the Celestial Union, stood poised on the SkyBridge, her eyes surveying the sprawling nocturne of Neon City. Her cape, the color of Mars at twilight, whispered secrets of her interstellar travels as she contemplated the delicate task ahead. Tonight, she would broker peace between the neon spires of the city and the distant colonies of the outer systems, a truce that had eluded them for decades. The skyline, a testament to human ambition and alien architecture, was the…