The Last Star

Beware god-like aliens bearing gifts

 

Stasis and inorganic self-repair, new spacefaring technologies for humankind, yet more gifts from its closest extra-terrestrial ally, the Iaens. There are, it seems, no limits to humanity’s outward journey.

  Then Lana Reed, Mission Commander of the interstellar colony seeder, Drake, awakes from her own stasis to discover that all but three of the vessel’s other tanks are dark, their occupants suffocated, screaming yet unheard in their high-tech coffins. But the stasis tanks are not all that is dark. The sensors return no readings from outside. The external vid-feeds show only unending blackness.

  There are no stars to be seen. No planet song to be heard. No galaxy cry. No echoing radio signals that proclaim life.

  The Drake and its surviving crew are adrift and alone in a lightless, empty universe.

 


Cover design and artwork by Alex Storer


From Terry Grimwood, another taste of the human realpolitik alliance with the Iaen, begun in Interference