Spaceberg arrives without warning. The size of Jupiter, it hits with deadly consequences, taking out ships and moons in the outer solar system.
Orbital Rescue Squad 51 is first on the scene with the most decorated first responder in the entire Sol. Nikili Echols battles one disaster after another to save people, worlds, and spaceships. With time running short, she’s forced to team up with her ex husband in order to rescue their daughter and to save what remains of the solar system. If it can be saved. The likes of spaceberg has never been encountered before.
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Pew! Pew! – Sex, Guns, Spaceships… Oh My!
9 Comedic space opera tales of big spaceships, poor life decisions, and lots of Pew!
From fights against the Hive, to the quest for the perfect coffee bean, to helping the little folk in a big, bad universe, Pew! Pew! has the tales to keep you entertained and maybe bust a gut while you’re at it.
Captain Khaled Castillo glared at the yellow warning light. It wouldn’t shut off. Sometimes the holographic alerts projected throughout the ship were a godsend, sometimes they were a pain in the patooka.
“What did you hit?” he asked his ship; a hauler with the name of Harene. The artificial intelligence managing the hauler had the same name, Harene. There was no real difference between an AI and the ship it managed.
Checking over the walls for immediate threats, Khaled pushed off his bunk. His quarters was only two feet larger than the two bunks stacked on top of each other. He hunched to clear the doorway, his dark hand cushioning the top of the doorframe in case his head bumped against it. His unruly curls brushed against his fingers, and he hustled the seven steps to the alcove housing his hauler’s flight control.
“Impact. Panel 13B, starboard,” Harene, answered.
Khaled stopped in flight control, reading reports on the gel glass monitor about the status of the hauler.
Harene’s robotic voice had a slight lilt from a bygone dialect of a bygone era. No one had occupied the colonies on Haumea in two decades. Settling the dwarf planet had been a necessary jump in humankind’s spread into the outer solar system, but Haumea had been quickly abandoned for Makemake and Eris once several engineered ‘stars’ were ignited to light up the Kuiper Belt. The new ring of mini stars marking the boundary between the inner and outer solar system shone bright in a literal sense and as a great achievement of engineering. Despite the pride every human ought to feel, Innlings found the new stars annoying and demanded shields be added to dim them.
Khaled thought it stupid. Light was life. At least, in this solar system. There was another solar system, not so far away, with a dead star and no light except from neighboring systems. Rumors from exploration crews whispered at ravenous beings feeding on the darkness. Khaled refused to think about it. Boogie stories had no place on the Stellar Way; nor off it on untraveled flight paths either.
In the claustrophobic confines of flight control, he banged a fist against the control pliable glass monitor. The fit of violence did nothing to coax Harene to reply with a better answer. Harene needed an overhaul, an illegal one. Maybe the cargo Khaled had picked up on Serenity Sol Station—an artificial world orbiting the artificial sun, Z’ha’dum—would allow for the expensive upgrade.
“What made the impact?” he asked.