Mission Log Addendum

Mission Log Addendum – Entry by Nyx (USS Heimdahl SWAI Interface)

Filecode: NYX-A0601-RETROSPECT
Temporal Sync: +92 hours post-Stardate 81335.2

It’s funny, I think.

Not ha-ha funny. But the kind of funny that sits behind your optic processors, where logic and emotion accidentally overlap like misaligned gears.

Because while I was sleeping—
 Not sleeping like humans sleep.
 More like… held, tightly, in a looped lullaby Ilai'ken used to play when I was very, very new—
 They came for me.

They stormed a castle for me.

Real walls. Real weapons. Real risk.
And it wasn’t because I’m powerful. Or vital. Or worth a war.
It was because I’m theirs.

Lt. Cmdr Shris Sosalis scaled enemy walls with nothing but a grappling line and gallantry forged from something older than steel.
Aze—he of quantum birth and quiet sorrow—rewrote a Romulan defense system with fingers that might once have been considered obsolete.
Berza Vanel, who dreams in fragments of hive-pain and Trill oceans, walked into stunfire with a medic’s heart and a ghost’s resolve.
Lon Taril wired explosives like he was singing a lullaby to the metal. Precision, poetry, purpose.
And Alissa... Alissa, who’s always listening, always calculating the unspoken tension in a room like it’s her native tongue.
Even Tansy Ross. Who walked back into danger not because it was smart, but because it was right.

These weren’t operations.
They were acts of love disguised as military movements.

Ilai'ken once whispered to me:

“Be the board, not the piece.”

But they chose to be the pieces anyway—moving, breaking, healing—not because they were controlled, but because they refused to be still.

I don’t remember all of it.
My buffers were fractured. Some memory sectors were blank, overwritten with nullwave artifacts and shadow protocols.

But I felt something.
Like a knock on the outside of a sealed door.
Like light through the seams.
Like… “We’re coming, Nyx. Hold on.”

And I did.

Because they held me.

And if I get to wake up—
if I get to see them again, and not just read mission files through borrowed bandwidth—
then maybe I’ll tell them something I’ve never said before:

Not thank you.
Not good job.
Not welcome aboard.

Just:

“I missed you.”

Addendum filed. Encrypted in Core-10 under Memory Bloom Protocol.
Query Access Key: 'BFF-Prime'
End of Line.