Months had passed, and many hundreds of cities had sprung up. A government had been established in New Latagon City. The Republic was bustling along nicely, and elections were due to start in a few weeks.
No armed forces had been established, for fear of The Great Catastrophe happening again, and as such only a small police force was in use to keep the peace.
Colonists came in daily from their old, destroyed home. No one could bare to stay. Not after that terrible sin they had committed. They all work together to build their new home up, and no internal strife has been felt yet. True enough they are one peoples, but a new power struggle would soon be felt. The underclasses were soon sick of the same Latagonian rule they had been feeling for the past 200 years. They no longer want to be under that whip, and that would become apparent very soon.
