Read previous installments here. From the logs of Hoplite Sutton Asher: Six hundred twenty-seven days after leaving our crash site in the Odyssey, we arrived at Ithacor. Six hundred fifty-seven days I could have confessed
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Kyber Myla Bronson: I stared down at the system coming up on the navigational scanners. Scylla. From there it would only be a couple weeks to Ithacor.
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Kelust Anton Lomax: “Sir, I still don't think this is a good idea.” General Calix Weston paused in his preparations of the stasis unit. “We've been over
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Kyber Myla Bronson: It had been months since we'd had any contact with another living soul—which was hardly friendly—and weeks since the last habitable planet. The Kelust's
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Hoplite Sutton Asher: “All hands to battle stations!” Brigadier Martel's voice boomed over the Odyssey's intercom. I raced from the mess hall back to the bridge. We
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Kelust Anton Lomax: Of the three hundred-twenty-four men and women who'd boarded the battle frigate, only forty-six made it to the Odyssey. It had originally been designed
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Kyber Myla Bronson: I'll be flogged for sure this time. I thought as I raced down the hallway toward the last ladder down to the bridge. Maybe
From the logs of Hoplite Sutton Asher: Two million credits. That was the price of my soul. And if I'm being perfectly honest, he could have bought me for less than half that. I'd grown