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"Command, this is Vasquez. I've found something."

"Copy, Odyssey. What is it?"

"An artifact. It predates the gates."

The Luminari leader appeared beside her. "It's the First Ones' core. The source of their power."

"We need to secure it," Elena said.

The Odyssey approached the artifact, its surface glowing with blue light. The Builders interfaced with its controls.

"It's a weapon," the Builder said. "A powerful one."

"Can we disable it?"

"Yes. But it will take time."

The Krael returned, their fleet emerging from a nearby gate.

"Command, we have incoming hostiles."

"Copy, Odyssey. Hold them off."

The battle was fierce, but the Odyssey held the line. The Builder worked frantically, disabling the artifact's weapon systems.

"It's done," the Builder said.

The artifact powered down, its light fading.

"Command, the artifact is secure."

"Copy, Odyssey. Good work. Come home."

Elena turned the ship toward the gate, the stars streaking past.

The universe was safer now.

But she knew there were other artifacts.

And she would find them. Always.

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Except one. The night before deployment, he'd held Emma in the doorway of their tiny apartment, her red hair spilling over his arms, and whispered, "I'll write every day."

She'd laughed. "You're a terrible writer."

"I'll learn."

That was seven months ago. One hundred and twelve letters. Every single one saved in a shoebox under their bed. Emma read them chronologically, then backwards, then randomly, like scripture.

Tonight, James sat in a dusty humvee, headlamp illuminating a crumpled piece of paper. Around him, his men slept. The mission was tomorrow. Dangerous. The kind where veterans touched their dog tags and thought about their mothers.

He wrote slowly:

Emma,

If you're reading this, something went wrong. I need you to know-I kept my promise. Every day. And I kept yours too. I came back to you in every letter, in every thought, in every quiet moment between the chaos.

Don't be sad forever. That's an order.

I'll be waiting. Save me a spot by the window.

Yours always,
James

He folded the letter carefully, addressed it, and placed it in his left breast pocket. Next to her photo. Next to his heart.

Then he closed his eyes and dreamed of red hair.

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