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,