Phara Keaen

They say patience is a virtue. I say it’s a leash. I was born in the dust and steel of Terminus, where the Empire’s promises rusted before they landed. My father died for their math. My people still do. Salvor Hardin wants us to wait, to kneel, to trust in some distant plan. Not happening. I built the Hand of Terminus from fists and fury. If self-determination has a price, then I’ll bleed for it—and drag the future forward by its throat.