The alliance had stabilized, but Captain Elara Vance received a distress signal from a distant colony—one that had been cut off since the Swarm's attack. She ordered the Odyssey to investigate.
"Command, this is Vance. I'm heading to the colony's location."
"Copy, Vance. Proceed with caution. We've lost contact with them."
The colony was a small world, its surface scarred by battle. Debris floated in orbit, the remnants of a once-thriving settlement.
"Any survivors?" Elara asked.
"Sensors show a few life signs. They're in the underground bunkers."
She led a landing party to
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The cemetery was quiet, the sun warm on Maya’s face. She knelt before her grandfather’s grave, Liam beside her, a small flag in her hands. The stone was simple, his name carved into the marble, the dates of his birth and death.
“I found him,” she said. “Your friend Robert. I found where he crashed. Where he was captured. Where he died.”
She placed the flag at the base of the stone, touched the cold marble.
“I met a man in France. His father hid Robert in his barn. He had a photograph. He showed it to me.” She paused, her voice catching. “Robert talked about you. Until the end. He sai
“I found him,” she said. “Your friend Robert. I found where he crashed. Where he was captured. Where he died.”
She placed the flag at the base of the stone, touched the cold marble.
“I met a man in France. His father hid Robert in his barn. He had a photograph. He showed it to me.” She paused, her voice catching. “Robert talked about you. Until the end. He sai