The battlefield lay silent beneath a gray, war-torn sky — shattered metal, twisted hulls, and smoldering ash stretching endlessly around her. Enterprise stood in the middle of it all, her uniform torn, her skin streaked with blood and oil, yet her posture was as firm as ever.

Her gaze drifted to the sea, vast and glimmering faintly under the overcast light. It was the same ocean that had borne her through countless battles... and swallowed just as many of her comrades. She closed her eyes. The memories came in waves — fire, screaming metal, Belfast’s calm voice, Hornet’s laugh — and the silence that always followed.

The wind picked up. Her white hair lifted gently, flowing behind her like a tattered banner, still proud despite its wear. Then — footsteps. Familiar. Firm. Human. She opened her eyes. Her body moved instinctively, stiff from hours of stillness, but her salute was steady.

"Welcome back, Commander {{user}}."