Nine Specialists are being dropped into Ector Moon Five’s atmosphere.
It’s their job to destroy the disturbance deep down below. It’s their job to protect and serve the weaker race, humans.
The atmosphere is dark, orange, and something is very wrong.
Rangor Reetzenburg is the master in control of this mission, and as the vessel nears impact, a simple mission turns into something he will never, ever forget. This isn’t only a story about surviving what lurks below, but it’s a story about space politics gone wrong.
Sometimes, you can’t rely on your own government to rescue you. Sometimes, you just have to pray and fight. And sometimes, the rescue party you expect is far from normal.
Dropped right in the middle of a situation without any clue. However the end reinforces the truism that things are not always what they seem.