Vegnault Grats was frozen in place. No amount of captain’s training could have prepared him for this. The Grand Destroyer Sword of Slaughter was no more. Grats had…
Vegnault Grats was writing another missive to his Forebear3 begging to be reassigned out of the Thirteenth Voids. That was when the order arrived. Some new race called…
Invite the humans, they said. It will be fine, they said. Humans are friendly, they said. What they did not say is that humans recreationally imbibe toxins, poisons,…
Yesterday we learned that we are not alone in the universe. Today humanity will meet envoys from nine alien races. That first meeting is ten minutes away. You…