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004: Leena
An enormous oak desk took pride of place in the centre of the room. Behind it sat a withered, spindly gentleman. He peered at André through a monocle. His grey beard tickling the white neck of a Starfleet jacket. His shoulders bore the emblem of the admiralty, and the crest on his officer’s hat marked…
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003: Silence and Screaming
In the garden below a small tornado silently ripped its way through overgrown grass, towards the iron gate. Devastation followed in its wake as it carved a path through the tangled undergrowth. Plants were torn from the ground, mud splattered across the already soiled walls of the rundown house. Yet the sun, as it poked…
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003: Graduation
Andrè froze, unsure what to make of the darkness. A menacing hiss sounded behind him. He jolted around. Adrenaline coursed through him. The doors were sliding shut. What little light was coming in from the corridor faded. Panic pushed him into a sprint. It was too late. The clang of metal on metal filled the…
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002: Strangers in the Garden
Another gust flew into the room, tugging at Katie’s shirt sleeves. She shivered again, but not just because of the cold. It felt like someone had just run their finger down her spine. Panicking slightly, she jumped backwards. Her arm leapt into the pile of clothes at the foot of her bed.
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002: André
Flames rippled past the window as he angled himself in front of the mirror. The sight from the viewing deck would be incredible. Every inch of the floor was transparent, and the view entering Prometheon was something many people would die to see.
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001: The Birth of Cacophony and Hush
Windows shattered. Dogs howled. Alarms screeched. And none of them could compare to the sound erupting from the baby’s mouth. Blood trickled from the infant’s ears, but the mother barely noticed. She smiled, holding her little girl close.
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001: Prometheon
At the point when all three of Alpha Centuri’s suns: The red wash of Apollo, orange glow of Toliman, and the blazing yellow light of Rigil Kentaurus. Could be seen sailing over the skies of Prometheon, and mixing together on the horizon, it looked like the sky itself was on fire.
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Prologue: The Ocean Between Worlds
Space, an endless sea of nothing. A desert far less forgiving than even the wilderness of Mars. A place that has nothing, that gives nothing, that sustains nothing, and yet everything exists within it… Space keeps no secrets, it holds no grudges, has no friends. It’s simple, just dark empty space. It is the unending…