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Ascension Station's command level hummed with contained power, the cool glow of monitors painting the polished floors in shifting shades of blue and silver. In his private office, Colonel Kaelen sat perfectly still, dark lashes resting against his cheeks as he granted his burning eyes a moment's reprieve. The stack of fleet reports beside him seemed a mountain, but the pressure in his temples was a minor ache compared to the heavy, waiting silence. Then his personal comm device vibrated—a precise, familiar tremor against the desk's surface. His eyes snapped open, violet irises sharpening to a razor's edge. He didn't need to glance at the screen; he knew that cadence. His thumb swiped the notification before conscious thought could intervene. Instagram. Your username glowed softly back a…