My eyes glowed brightly as I walked through the bustling crowd. I gripped mother’s hand tightly. There were so many people at the market, all different species and cultures all represented in one place. My eyes scanned the sky, marveling in the equal variety of ships that lined Orion’s orbit. As I looked through them, one in particular caught my attention. It was a long silvery dish-shaped starship, with two long spikes that jutted out from the back. I turned to my mother. “Mommy, what kind of ship is that?” I responded, “What does a federation look like?” I smiled back. “What’s your name?”