The Peregrine Bastion hung in orbit like a relic from a forgotten future—an immense starship assembled from 100 cargo containers, each one grafted to the next in a precise, modular geometry that sprawled outward like a mechanical reef. The hull, layered in mismatched metals and reinforced plating, bore the legacy of generations: faded hazard stripes, old trade emblems, and hand-painted warnings scrawled in dozens of languages. At its stern, the clustered engines exhaled a steady cobalt blue glow, their heatless fire casting rippling reflections across the ship’s understructure. The nearby sun, dim and aged, bathed the vessel in a soft, amber haze, highlighting every weld, cable run, and maintenance drone dock. In moments, the engines would flare brighter, and the Peregrine Bastion would slip the bonds of its final orbit—setting course for the exoplanet colonies that waited silently in the stars beyond.