Lieutenant James "Hawk" Morrison never made promises he couldn't keep.
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
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The gate network hummed with energy, but the sensors picked up an anomaly—a structure, ancient and massive, drifting near the edge of the galaxy. Captain Elena Vasquez stood on the bridge of the Odyssey, studying the data.
"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 c
"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 c