The battlefield over Kyma’s orbit was a graveyard of wreckage. Twisted metal drifted through the void,

The atmosphere aboard Orion’s Wake was tense as the boys prepared for the coming battle.

Jack Whitaker’s pulse pounded as he stared at the glowing message on Orion’s Wake’s control console. The transmission was still flickering,

The golden shield over Kyma shimmered in the twilight, its energy humming as the last remnants of the Kharak Warlords’

Jack’s breath was ragged as the cryo-sleep fog lifted from his mind. His body felt heavy, his muscles weak from years of suspended animation

"System Command, Kyma. Transmission received. Identify yourself." The words had shaken him more than he let on. Arthur had spent decades k

Arthur sat in his study, staring at the small crystal-like key in his hand.

The farmhouse sat on the edge of the rolling Hampshire countryside,

In the final moments before the planet's destruction, a fleet of ships a fractured alliance of Camalan warlords, Velmaran rebels, and exiled

Velmara had grown complacent. For centuries, the truth of its past had been buried beneath propaganda, dismissed as myth

A war unlike anything they had imagined raged above them. Colossal warships of silver and black clashed in the heavens, their weapons teari

The Prime Order’s mission to uphold the Vallah Rule strength with purpose,

The Jarasine Angels were celestial beings revered for their unwavering sense of honor and justice. After their failure to protect Simud and

Simud, a planet of rolling golden plains, crystal-clear oceans, and skies that shimmered with emerald auroras, was a paradise among the star

The Molten Spire, a towering fortress carved from the volcanic rock of Karock’s western rift,

Avok’s parents were wanderers—exiles from their clan who braved the desolate Ash Wastes to find refuge among the ancient ruins of Vallah

Gornath Prime was a swamp-choked planet where survival was a brutal contest against both nature and its inhabitants. Towering jungle canopie

Nyx-3 wasn’t a world for the faint of heart. Beneath its blackened domes and neon-lit streets, a web of cruelty and corruption festered

Tyko Rinn grew up in the perpetual chaos of Aureon, a planet ravaged by unrelenting electrical storms and toxic winds.

Pryon IX was no place for dreamers. The smog-choked industrial planet was filled with rusted factories.