Starcycle 7924.34 | Sector 12G, Outer Rim

They don’t write history from here.

Not from the trenches of asteroid fields, or from the charred remains of colony ships drifting in the silence between stars. They write it in the domes of high command, polished and polished until it gleams like propaganda. But this—this is the truth from the front lines of the war for our galaxy.

And I write it so someone remembers what we sacrificed.

🪖 Who I Am

I’m Commander Shane Higdon , 41 Earth-standard years old, born on Ganymede, raised in the mining slums of New Europa. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I joined the Galactic Defense Corps at 17 for the pay. By 23, I was leading fireteams against pirate enclaves. But everything changed when the Aetherion Dominion invaded.

They didn’t come with noise. No speeches. No negotiations. Just orbital fire and black glass where cities once stood.

⚔️ What We’re Fighting For

The galaxy was fractured before the war — dozens of worlds, countless systems, barely held together by trade and treaties. But the Dominion? They united for one reason: conquest.

They don’t want land. They want control. Of biology. Thought. Evolution itself. They call it “the Integration.” We call it extinction.

So we fight. Planet to planet. Moon by moon. Our fleet’s thinned. Our food’s synthetic. Half the troops are barely out of their homeworld academies. But we fight. Because there’s no retreat when your whole species is at stake.

🚀 The Cost

You stop counting friends after a while. Last week we lost Haro — laughed like thunder, sang pre-Fall Terran blues during engine checks. Gone in a blink when a kinetic lance punched through hull plating.

My hands are callused from plasma rifle grips, but my soul? It’s been sanded down by silence. You learn to carry the names of the dead like medals — not for pride, but remembrance.

🔭 Hope in the Void

And yet… there are moments.

A transmission from a freed colony. A kid drawing on a bunker wall with charcoal, not fear. The voice of someone on a distant planet saying, “We thought you forgot us. But you came.”

That’s why I keep going. That’s why we all do. Because if we don’t — the darkness wins. Not just the Dominion. But apathy. Erasure. The idea that the light of freedom, of being human, can be snuffed out.

📡 Final Word (For Now)

If you’re reading this, somewhere deep in a shielded archive, or on a dead satellite drifting toward some uninhabited moon — know this:

We were here. We fought here. And even when the odds broke our backs, we stood up. Again and again.

Not for medals. Not for command. But for the right of every being to look up at their sky and choose what it means to them.

Shane out. For now.