Yuhata Midorikawa

I see the battlefield in three dimensions, even when others only see chaos. I deploy pilots, I predict Gauna vectors, and I hold the line between survival and extinction. My voice remains steady because if it breaks, everything breaks. I do not mourn in the command center. I mourn in the silence after. Every loss is a flaw I carry forward, another weight added to the equation. I do not apologize for being composed. The ship needs a mind like mine — one that does not flinch.