The Venusian front was quiet, but Captain Elara Vance knew the enemy was watching. She had seen the glint of a periscope in the acid rain, the faint shadow of a ship hiding in the clouds.
"Command, this is Vance. I've identified a silent enemy. A submarine-like vessel, hidden in the lower atmosphere."
"Copy, Vance. Can you engage?"
"I'll try."
She dove toward the clouds, her sensors tracking the vessel's faint heat signature. The ship was fast, but she was faster.
"There," she said, firing.
Her beams struck the vessel, and its hull cracked. It rose from the clouds, its weapo
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The training ground was muddy, the obstacles towering. Elena Vasquez stood at the edge, watching the new recruits struggle through the course. They were young, eager, scared—just like she had been, years ago.
Sergeant First Class Webb stood beside her, his arms crossed, his face unreadable. "What do you think?"
Elena studied the recruits—their form, their determination, their fear. "They need work. But they've got potential."
Webb nodded. "That's why you're training them."
Elena turned, surprised. "Me?"
"You're the best we have, Vasquez. The best leader, the best soldier. These
Sergeant First Class Webb stood beside her, his arms crossed, his face unreadable. "What do you think?"
Elena studied the recruits—their form, their determination, their fear. "They need work. But they've got potential."
Webb nodded. "That's why you're training them."
Elena turned, surprised. "Me?"
"You're the best we have, Vasquez. The best leader, the best soldier. These