The ceasefire held. The Aldorian government, shocked by the revelation of the rogue faction, agreed to peace talks aboard a neutral station. Captain Elara Vance represented the Earth Fleet, her heart heavy with the weight of the negotiations.
"Command, this is Vance. I'm arriving at the station."
"Copy, Vance. Good luck."
She met the Aldorian ambassador—a tall, silver-skinned figure named Kaelen. His eyes were cautious, but his voice was steady.
"We have both been deceived," he said. "But trust must be rebuilt."
Elara nodded. "I agree."
The talks were tense. Both sides had s
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The cemetery was quiet, the sun warm on Lena’s face. She knelt before her grandfather’s grave, Alex 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 them,” she said. “The places you fought. The people you saved. The friends you lost.”
She placed the flag at the base of the stone, touched the cold marble.
“I met a man in Bastogne. He remembered you. He carried your photograph for seventy years.” She paused, her voice catching. “He said you gave him chocolate. He said you told him he had brave eyes.
“I found them,” she said. “The places you fought. The people you saved. The friends you lost.”
She placed the flag at the base of the stone, touched the cold marble.
“I met a man in Bastogne. He remembered you. He carried your photograph for seventy years.” She paused, her voice catching. “He said you gave him chocolate. He said you told him he had brave eyes.