Shamon Harper

The war never ended. Now something far worse has joined the battlefield. The crew of the USSCN Týr thought they had survived the worst. They escaped Kyler Station. They barely made it off Tressell-113 alive. And they uncovered a truth the galaxy was never meant to know. A weaponized plague.

Die Kyler-Station ist still. Zu still. Als die USSCN Tÿr, das Kronjuwel der Spezialeinheiten, den Befehl erhält, das WO9127-System zu untersuchen, rechnet die Crew mit einem Routineeinsatz–einem gewöhnlichen Aufstand in einer fernen Grenzkolonie.

When the crew of the USSCN Týr, an elite special operations warship, is dispatched to investigate a silent mining colony, they expect political unrest or a corporate cover-up. What they find instead is beyond horror.

After the nightmare of Kyler Station, Jackson, Perry, and what’s left of their Special Operations Team are barely holding on. They’ve buried too many friends, fought too many monsters, and seen too much death to believe in rescue missions anymore.

A small ship like the Veho quickly becomes a makeshift family. Especially in the far reaches of space. Samantha had been working mining and salvage operations with Jack and Benji for years. While prospecting a new claim, they come across an abandoned ship.

Jack, Samantha und Benji wittern eine lukrative Bergung – doch was sie an Bord des verlassenen Schiffs erwartet, ist weit schlimmer als ein technischer Defekt. Tote, die sich nicht erklären lassen. Blut, das durch die Gänge schwebt. Und eine Präsenz, die sie langsam aber sicher zersetzt – von innen.