The Odyssey had captured an Aldorian pilot during the nebula battle. He was young, barely out of training, and his eyes held a mixture of fear and defiance. Captain Elara Vance entered the holding cell, her expression calm but probing.
"Your name?" she asked.
The pilot remained silent.
"I'm not here to torture you," Elara said. "I want to understand why you're fighting."
The pilot finally spoke, his voice low. "You Earth people destroyed our colony. You left us to die."
Elara frowned. "We've never attacked a civilian colony."
"Then why are we at war?"
She sat down across
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The village was small, nestled in a valley, surrounded by hills. Lena drove slowly, Alex beside her, their eyes scanning the streets. They had come to find the place where her grandfather had been wounded—the place where he had almost died.
“According to the records,” Alex said, “it was here. A small crossroads. His unit was ambushed.”
They parked the car, walked to the crossroads. The fields were green, the trees tall, the houses quiet. It was hard to imagine the chaos, the gunfire, the blood.
“He was hit in the leg,” Lena said. “He lay in a ditch for two days before they found him.
“According to the records,” Alex said, “it was here. A small crossroads. His unit was ambushed.”
They parked the car, walked to the crossroads. The fields were green, the trees tall, the houses quiet. It was hard to imagine the chaos, the gunfire, the blood.
“He was hit in the leg,” Lena said. “He lay in a ditch for two days before they found him.