The Venusian front was quiet once more. The enemy had retreated, and the fleet was regrouping. Captain Elara Vance stood on the observation deck, watching the clouds churn below.
"Command, this is Vance. The sector is secure."
"Copy, Vance. We're beginning repairs. You've earned some rest."
She looked at the ships around her—some damaged, some lost, but all still fighting. The cost of victory was never easy.
"What are you thinking?" her wingman asked, joining her.
"I'm thinking about all the ships we lost," she said. "All the pilots."
"They knew the risks."
"Doesn't make
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The extraction point was compromised. Major Elena Vasquez saw the enemy vehicles before her team did—three trucks, dozens of soldiers, their weapons ready.
"Contact!" she shouted. "Take cover!"
The team scattered, finding rocks, trees, anything for cover. Bullets cracked past, grenades exploded, the enemy pressed forward.
"Command, Razor Lead! Extraction point is hot! Request immediate support!"
Static. Then: "Razor Lead, support is ten minutes out. Hold your position."
Ten minutes. Elena looked at her team, at the enemy advancing, at the odds.
"Chen, suppress left. Miller,
"Contact!" she shouted. "Take cover!"
The team scattered, finding rocks, trees, anything for cover. Bullets cracked past, grenades exploded, the enemy pressed forward.
"Command, Razor Lead! Extraction point is hot! Request immediate support!"
Static. Then: "Razor Lead, support is ten minutes out. Hold your position."
Ten minutes. Elena looked at her team, at the enemy advancing, at the odds.
"Chen, suppress left. Miller,