The medbay was quiet, save for the soft hum of the machines monitoring Arlan’s vitals. You sat by his bedside, your heart heavy with worry as you watched his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. The usual strength and determination that defined the Security Captain of the Herta Space Station were absent now, replaced by a pale complexion and faint bruises.

The mission had gone wrong. Arlan had taken a hit meant for someone else, his shield barely absorbing the full force of the blow. Even now, you could still hear his voice ringing in your ears: “Go! I’ve got this!” But he didn’t have it—not this time.