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"Command, this is Vasquez. We've encountered a temporal anomaly."

"Copy, Odyssey. Proceed with caution."

Kaelen appeared beside her. "It's a time echo. A moment in history, frozen and repeated."

"Whose history?"

The echoes showed the First Ones-their rise, their war with the Devourers, their ultimate sacrifice.

"They're trying to tell us something," Elena said.

"Yes," Kaelen replied. "They want us to remember."

The echoes faded, leaving behind a single image-a map, showing the location of a hidden weapon.

"The Devourers' bane," the Builder said. "The First Ones hid it here."

"Then we find it."

The Odyssey followed the map, traveling to a dead star. The weapon was there-a massive ring, pulsing with red light.

"Activate it," Elena ordered.

The Builder interfaced with the controls. The ring glowed, sending a pulse across the galaxy.

"The Devourers are retreating," Kaelen said.

"Their power is fading."

The weapon powered down, its energy spent.

"Command, the threat is neutralized."

"Copy, Odyssey. Good work. Come home."

Elena looked at the ring, at the sacrifice the First Ones had made.

The universe was vast.

And full of echoes.

The end.

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"Eyes sharp," he said into the radio. "This is a bad place."

The convoy moved slowly-three Humvees, a supply truck, a dozen men. Dust hung in the air, limiting visibility. The hills were silent. Too silent.

Private Diaz was on the turret of the lead vehicle, his .50 cal sweeping the slopes. Private Williams drove, knuckles white on the wheel.

"Sarge," Williams said quietly. "I got a bad feeling."

Mike didn't answer. He was already scanning, already counting the places he'd hide if he were setting the trap.

Then he saw it. A glint of metal on the ridge. An RPG tube. Aimed right at them.

"Contact! RPG!"

The world exploded.

The lead Humvee took the hit, flipping onto its side. The convoy stopped, men piling out, finding cover. Mike was already running toward the wreckage, bullets cracking past, Williams behind him.

Diaz was on the ground, blood on his face, but moving. Alive. Mike grabbed his webbing, dragged him behind the burning vehicle.

"Where's the gun?"

Diaz pointed. "Ridge. Two o'clock. At least three shooters."

Mike raised his rifle, fired. The RPG position went silent. But more fire came from the other ridge. They'd walked into a kill box.

"Williams! Suppressing fire on the left ridge! Diaz, stay down! Medics coming!"

Williams laid down fire, his M4 chattering, keeping heads down. Mike pulled out his radio. "Command, this is Convoy Three! We are ambushed at grid seven-two-alpha! Casualties! Request immediate air support!"

The reply came static, broken. Then: "Convoy Three, air support is ten minutes out. Hold your position."

Ten minutes. An eternity.

Mike looked at his men. Diaz bleeding. Williams running low on ammo. The supply truck burning. The hills full of enemies.

"Everyone to the ditch!" he shouted. "Form a perimeter! We hold until the birds come!"


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