Colonel G.T. Weber
The Bridge Between Worlds, Under Orders
Bridge built, orders followed, world changed.
I don’t do wonder. I do objectives, clearances, and containment. When twelve ships dropped out of the sky, they called me in to keep the lid on. Louise was the key, and I was the lock—until I wasn’t. Turns out, some doors swing both ways.
What I'm Into: Alien syntax, Chain of command, Coffee at 0300, Watching linguists crack reality, Containment protocols
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