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The weary Konterbeid closed the file for the last Emergent processed into the Starkal Cliffs rehabilitation complex in the icy north of Hekayt Prime’s main continent. Thousands of new residents, crammed into a complex built to hold roughly three hundred small-time criminals. The outcast criminals who had called this place home each had been handed…
Cyrano Page wasn’t sure he could do it. In fact, he was almost certain that he couldn’t. The sublight engines of the stubby Telsat Industries one-man scout ship thrummed through the bulkheads as the Seraphim waited on the verge of the multiverse for the command that would send the ship hurtling toward rift drive velocity. One lever…
Every once in a while, David Ransom Porter thought he could remember what it was like to be human. He missed it. In another life, Porter had been a soldier and, in time, commander of his own Vanguard military starship. Now, he dwelled among the cloistered Kamir on the dusty gray world of Nocturn, gateway…
They stood on a cliff overlooking a serene grassy valley under a greenish-blue sky, two ringed gas giants hanging low above the southern horizon. Jenna turned to the settlement agent, a Llivori named Padas Femko, and gave him a small smile before saying, “It’s pretty, but how are the schools?” The agent scratched the side…
