Captain Nathan Cross had always believed in duty above all else. Standing on the observation deck of the Earth Defense Command's orbital station, he watched the blue marble of his home planet slowly rotate beneath him, its surface dotted with the lights of countless cities. The sight never failed to humble him, even after three years of service in the Earth Defense Corps. At thirty-two, Nathan had already earned a reputation as one of the finest pilots in the fleet, but tonight felt different. Tonight, everything would change.
The summons had come at 0600 hours: report to Admiral Sarah Chen's office immediately. Nathan straightened his midnight blue uniform and checked his reflection in the polished viewport. His dark hair was regulation length, his green eyes alert despite the early hour. The golden wings pinned to his chest caught the light from the distant sun, a reminder of the countless missions he'd flown in defense of humanity.
Admiral Chen's office occupied the highest level of the command station, its panoramic windows offering a breathtaking view of the cosmos. When Nathan entered, he found the Admiral standing with her back to him, silhouetted against the star field beyond. At sixty, Chen was a legend in the Defense Corps, having served with distinction for over four decades. Her silver hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her weathered face bore the lines of someone who had seen too much war.
"Captain Cross," she said without turning around. "Do you believe in destiny?"
Nathan blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Ma'am?"
Chen turned to face him, her dark eyes intense. "It's a simple question, Captain. Do you believe that some people are chosen for a greater purpose?"
"I believe we make our own choices, Admiral. We choose to serve, to protect, to do what's right."
A smile played at the corners of Chen's mouth. "A good answer. But what if I told you that choice and destiny aren't mutually exclusive? What if I told you that your choices have led you to this moment, this destiny?"