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CONTROLLING INTEREST
As Travelers, returning home stirs trepidation and uncertainty, as sharp as the moment we first embarked on our Exodus. We carry the quiet ache of knowing that while we were lost in time, the world moved on without us.
That'll Do
When he heard the footsteps, Torrance froze. Imagining everything undone. A security detail, all riot gear and nonlethal weapons. Or would they even bother to subdue him? The world was on fire, after all. Nations and corporations and individuals squabbling for every last resource. The end of days, God’s new wrath against his people. And, just as the first time, salvation lay within an ark ship.
But which one. Not all arks were created equally.
Sitting at the terminal, Torrance listened to the approaching steps. Their slow pace seemed to mock him. He’d shut down the most obvious applications, but anyone with training would be able to backtrack over his trail.
Then he heard the breathing, and a wave of relief washed over him. The heavy panting of an overweight man, and the asthmatic wheezing of the absurd companion he’d been saddled with. It wasn’t the inquisition. The senior crew hadn’t worked out what was happening. It was just the idiot nightwatchman making his rounds.
The man put his head around the bulkhead. Brody Lukasz was a slope-shouldered butt just looking for a joke to belong to, his cheeks unshaven and his hair receding. He had a wispy moustache and weak, watery eyes and the uniform alternately stretched and creased across his body. He'd been army once, Torrance had heard. He’d certainly let himself go, if so.
“All right there, Doctor T?” Brody asked, and then his partner came shuffling round the corner like an ill-timed punchline. Doris weighed more than Brody and carried most of it around her middle. She waddled on short legs that didn’t look as though they could carry all that swinging weight. She was the only member of the crew the uniform looked worse on than Brody, because in her case they’d literally dressed up a pig. The Awakened swine squinted at him, exhausted just by the effort of being there.
Past Torrance’s stern façade he was delighted. It wasn’t as though Brody Lukasz was going to come check his comms logs or uncover his trojan programs. “Why no, Mr. Lukasz,” he said. “I have some heat exchange equations here that I’m having difficulty balancing. Perhaps you could pass your expert eye over them?”
EXODUS PROLOGUE
CONTINUE THE STORY
LEAVINGChapters
DIG DEEP
Across the vast Centauri Cluster, ancient ruins lie hidden beneath the rocks and debris – buried remnants of those who came before us. An endless cycle of civilizations, human and Celestial, rising to glory then crumbling into dust.
JUST AT THE EDGE OF HEARING
Not all arkships arrived in Centauri at the same time, my child, nor did they all have the same success starting a settlement. Those who arrived first – those who evolved into what we now call Celestials – were not always the most gracious of hosts.
The Mara Yama - Reveal Trailer
The Mara Yama, horrifying Celestials, twisted into monstrous forms, are unlike anything humanity has ever faced in the battle for survival. The Mara Yama feed on fear, delight in cruelty, and revel in the agony of their prey. They aren’t just hunters – they are sadistic predators who savor every moment of psychological torment they inflict.
Green Worlds
The power died just as Evan calibrated the receivers, an increasingly time-consuming task given the deterioration of the Hammercross’s long-range communications gear. For a moment he sat there in the dark, listening. The hum of the ventilators was still audible. The blackout hadn’t cut off his air.
That'll Do
Torrance, an engineer from the Ark ship, Tamerlaine, is stealing supplies and selling them on the black market right under the snout of an unlikely detective.
Inheritance
Edith, a brilliant engineer working on an impossible deadline, struggles to reconnect with her teenage daughter before time runs out.
Spares
Kendall's job as Chief Technician on the Abandoned Bride forces her to get creative in finding spare parts to keep the ship’s systems running.
Ninety-Nine Percent Workable
Jurgen Barrendown, billionaire financier of the Fortunate Son, hosts a party for his wealthy friends on the eve of the ark ship’s impending launch… but not everyone will be celebrating.