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Instead, she maneuvered closer, the world compressing to the narrow corridor between metal and sky. The suit whispered a vector: a fraction of a degree, a small torque to nudge Asterion's spin into alignment so she could fire a grapnel that would clamp onto its drive. She had one chance. Her training unraveled into a single, deliberate action.

, the elite soldier called out of retirement to protect humanity from the Xeno alien threat. N.O.V.A. Legacy: n.o.v.a. near orbit vanguard alliance elite

"Stand down," she said into comms, voice modulated by the suit so no one could trace the cadence to a private life. "N.O.V.A. Elite—this is a seizure of hostile cargo. You have five seconds." Instead, she maneuvered closer, the world compressing to

Later, when the Alliance promoted her for "measured discretion," the award ribbon caught the light and looked, for a moment, like a satellite in safe orbit. She kept the ribbon in a locker alongside a small token from the tug's pilot—a stripped bolt she had pocketed before leaving. It was useless, a thing without power, but it fit her palm like a reminder. Her training unraveled into a single, deliberate action