Most would-be governors or garrisons in the Hyades Cluster had no concept of how rigid the caste system was, and totally failed to understand the game, or the fact that it wasn’t a game at all to the locals. The Alliance planned to use our status as Deputies of the Tarrant County Sheriff, through more legal shenanigans than I even want to think about, as a group of peacekeepers to hold the disparate castes together. Charles got us to wear business suits and trained us to deal with the small but influential caste of business owners. And Dawn DeMarco and her merry little band of misfits put us in the role of pretend masters over former slaves who could pretend we weren’t overturning every aspect of their lives even as we taught them to do precisely that. We wore three hats in the Hyades, and we absolutely made mistakes. Some of them pretty big. But we navigated that crazy mix of roles and helped an entire cluster of people bootstrap themselves into the modern worlds.