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PROLOGUE

The Story So Far…

The year is 2338. Humanity has weathered it’s infancy and has navigated to the stars. They’ve colonized other worlds and become a space faring civilization and formed the Interstellar Human Confederation.

Along the way, they’ve come to discover that the galaxy is actually a pretty crowded place. There are several political entities in the galaxy.

The Trident Alliance is composed of the Vakutan, the Pi’rell, and the Alzhon.

The Ataxian Coalition is composed of the Odex, Kreetu, Grolgath, and Shorcu.

The Coalition and the Alliance has been fighting a war for about 350 years. At its heart, it’s an existential conflict that determines whether the known galaxy will be guided by the teachings of the Ataxian religion or by the capitalistic and technocratic tendencies of the Trident Alliance.

Details are unclear how the war between the Alliance and Coalition started, but atrocities in the name of protecting the innocent have been committed by both sides.

Several races, trying to remain neutral and unaffiliated with either side have formed a loose political union known as the League of Non-Aligned Races. Each race maintains their sovereignty. Member states meet infrequently to discuss trade and security matters, but no true leadership exists.

In a galaxy that’s ripped apart by war, the only light is that one day, a measure of hope will be given to the hopeless.

That day has yet to come…

ONE

CARTER

Stars glittered outside the porthole, a spectacular tapestry. It filled so many people with hope, fueled their dreams of exploration, acted as a backdrop for their romances and petty triumphs.

Not me, though. I look at the stars, and I see something different. A threat. Or to be more precise, untold billions of threats.

Every one of those brilliant, winking spots of light potentially held a world with intelligent life on its surface. And every one of those worlds with intelligent life was a potential hostile entity, bent on harming humanity.

It drove me mad to think that the IHC not only welcomed the aliens into our midst, they actively encouraged them to come to Earth.

We didn’t spend centuries making Earth into a paradise only to have some aliens come and muck it all up.

My rage proved nothing more than impotent. I could not truly affect change. I’d tried that route, and been beaten down for it. Literally, in some cases. I looked at my reflection, translucent against the porthole glass.

You’d never know that my jaw had been broken a few weeks prior, and one of my retinas detached. All because of some overzealous Vakutan soldiers who were convinced everyone in Project Blue Dawn must be violent and evil. I told them I surrendered, and they still beat me half to death.

Typical lumpy behavior. Fight it or fuck it, that’s all that Vakutan have room in their tiny brains for.

The door to my quarters hissed up into the ceiling. I had no expectation of privacy. I cringed inwardly when the door opened, but I put on my best stoic expression and turned around to face the two giant, scaled alien soldiers at the door.

“It’s about time. I ordered room service hours ago.”

Their glowers deepened.

“You’re not funny, Reed.”

“It’s Doctor Reed to you.”

“Fine. Come along with us, ‘doctor’ Reed, or you’ll be needing to see one yourself.”

I shook my head and sighed as I came out of my quarters/prison cell and stood beside them.

“I really wish you Vakutan would be less predictable with your threats. At least the Grolgath know how to sling a decent insult.”

The yellow-scaled guard’s face twitched a snarl. His hands rasped into fists at his sides. His partner grabbed me by the arm and roughly shoved me down the hall.

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