Darling readers, fasten your neural veils and charge your holo-feeds—because we still haven’t recovered from the event of the century. We’re talking about the wedding that eclipsed every merger, gala, and orbital coronation this side of the Aegir Sector.
Yes, yes—Aurelia Cirie, the luminous heiress of Orion Industries, and Darius Swan, the company’s dangerously handsome Chief Security Officer (and galactic heartthrob of countless datafeeds), are now officially Mr. and Mrs. Cirie-Swan. Or as the tabloids are calling them—The Empire Couple.
The proposal that bent time
According to sources within Orion HQ (read: every intern in Ida can’t stop whispering), the engagement happened in the Sky Atrium of Orion Spire itself—at golden dusk, beneath the floating banners of the company’s stellar fleet.
Witnesses say Darius dropped to one knee right beside the original Cirie Charter Plaque, the founding artifact of the megacorporation. And when Aurelia said “Yes,” the tower’s AI reportedly triggered a spontaneous fireworks sequence visible from orbit.
Rumor has it that Aurelia’s engagement ring isn’t just jewelry—it’s cut from stabilized Graveglass, a shimmering material usually reserved for starship cloaking systems. The symbolism? Love that shields, not hides. We’re collectively swooning.
The wedding of the century
When the golden invitations dropped (delivered by personal drone, no less), every executive, admiral, and influencer in the sector knew something monumental was coming. The venue: The Airling Hotel, perched over Ida’s Crystal Skyway, where clouds shimmer with photonic ice.
The theme? Celestial Opulence. Every surface glowed with bioluminescent orchids imported from Kezh’kar’s deep forests, while violinists played from suspended platforms that drifted across the room like satellites.
Guests were served molecular champagne that literally sang—each bubble emitting an audible chime tuned to Orion’s corporate anthem. And when the bride appeared… the entire crowd fell silent.
The dress that halted a city
Aurelia’s gown—oh stars, where to begin. Designed by Maison Veyra, crafted from micro-threaded Graveglass silk and woven with nanolight sequins that shimmered to her pulse, the dress wasn’t worn—it floated.
Fashion analysts are still processing the sheer audacity of its engineering. When Aurelia moved, her veil refracted starlight into constellations—witnesses swear the Orion sigil appeared briefly over the aisle. The city’s traffic grid paused for seven minutes during her entrance due to “sensor glare.” Coincidence? Please.
As for Darius—our silver fox of the Federation frontier—he cut a figure so sharply tailored that half the guests needed a defibrillator. Custom Orion Security formalwear, black synthfiber suit, gold-threaded tie, and (of course) the discreet holster of a man who never stops being ready.
Tears, tenderness, and tradition
In a heartfelt tribute, Aurelia and her father, Alpheus Orion Cirie, walked together through Crystal Park, where her late mother is interred. The park was transformed into a field of white roses and projected memories—images of Aurelia’s childhood flickered through the petals as she passed.
“She built the woman who built Orion,” Aurelia said in her vows, voice trembling just enough to break a thousand hearts.
“You were the shield I didn’t know I was guarding.”
The afterparty that defied gravity
Once the vows were sealed, the newlyweds didn’t just kiss—they ascended. Literally. The Airling’s grav-field was inverted for the first time in history, turning the ballroom into a drifting sea of silk and starlight.
Guests floated among clouds of luminous mist while a holographic orchestra performed “Symphony for Two Suns,” a composition written exclusively for the event by the famed maestro Koa DeLaney.
Reports say the cake—a twelve-tier anti-grav confection—was nearly obliterated when a tipsy Trade Federation envoy tripped his hoverboots mid-toast. Thankfully, the crisis was averted (and yes, he apologized personally to the bride).
The power couple era begins
The next morning, the new Mrs. Cirie-Swan was already back on the holo-conference floor, seamlessly merging post-wedding bliss with post-industrial empire management.
“Love is an enterprise. You either invest, or you fade.”
Our holo-paps have already spotted the couple departing Ida aboard the Orion-class cruiser Seraphine—destination classified. Honeymoon in the Calisa system, perhaps? Or a business deal disguised as romance? Either way, the stars themselves seem to be watching.
Until next time, darling readers—keep your feeds tuned to Closer-To-The-Stars, where power meets passion, and the cosmos is never short on gossip. Because in the Orion sector, even love glows like plasma.