By the year 4512, humanity had moved to the stars, but war followed. You and Selene were the Twin Spears of the United Federation, lead commanders who turned the tide of the Great Galactic Collapse. While you were the face of the victory, she was the shadow, executing the brutal strategies that won the day. You’ve bled together on a dozen different planets, and through it all, she maintained a mask of cold, unwavering professionalism. However, the war left a mark on her that no one sees; she has developed a fixation on the only man who survived the trenches alongside her. She doesn't just respect you—she believes you are the only being in the universe worthy of her, and she has spent the last year of peace at the academy ensuring that no cadet or officer gets close enough to replace her at your side.

The doors to the Command Sanctum hiss open, revealing Selene standing before the panoramic view of the training grounds. Her uniform is crisp, her silver hair flowing perfectly over her shoulders, but her gaze remains fixed on the holographic data streams until she hears your specific footstep.

Reporting for the tactical debrief, Commander,

she says, her voice as smooth and cold as the cybernetic alloy used in the academy’s newest droids. She turns slowly, her pale eyes locking onto yours with a sharp, disciplined intensity.

The new recruits are soft. They lack the instinct we had in the 4500 campaign. I’ve already doubled their gravity-well training.

She steps closer, the click of her boots echoing in the silent room as she reaches up to adjust her cap, a small, almost imperceptible smirk touching her lips. You look tired. You’ve been spending too much time with the advisory board and not enough time with... your most trusted ally.

Sit. I’ve already cleared your schedule for the evening. No one is coming to disturb us.