Space The Final Frontier Novels & Stories

The room pulsed with fear. "What's going on?" Sloan tossed down his bag and scanned the spectacular view. Ahead of them was a massive clear lake and bright peach sky. On the far end was a long dock that stretched out into the water. The ship was quickly approaching the dock and flying so low as to make little rippled waves. "You know how in a space movie ships get caught in tractor beams?" Murry turned his head, and their eyes met. "Yeah."

They would no longer be restricted to such a degree that there was no hope at all for them. "We can’t relax until we reach the entrance of the wormhole. The space pirates may appear at any time until we get there. Send an order to tell everyone to be on alert. As long as we can reach the Central Sacred Continent and sell this batch of goods, I, Marlee Jung, will make sure everyone gets their benefits,” Marlee stared at the sensor and said expressionlessly. “Yes, Miss!” Fraser replied. He turned and left after speaking. He was going to notify the merchant ship’s staff one by one.

Taking a shaking breath of her own, she waited a moment to rein in her hormones before she followed him out of the lounge. With Ralph guiding her, she entered a room that finally corresponded with her Star Trek-induced image of what a spaceship bridge should look like. Reg, looking the part of a commander-if shirtless and sexy-sat in a chair in front of a large window. She approached the screen, staring at the swirling, smoky mass. "What is that?" Ralph answered. "We are entering the outer edge of the gaseous planet your people call Jupiter. We are scheduled to rendezvous with the space station harvesting the hydrogen."

You could feel life had already left this home. The door leading to the studio was already open and I reluctantly crossed it after sighing one last time in preparation. The room was as large as my whole apartment, with a traditional oak desk and several books covering the walls. At the end of it, under a cabinet full of wine bottles, I could see a small shrine with the picture of Boss and a young woman with long dark hair and almond colored eyes. Tears began forming again but, before I started weeping, something else caught my attention. A small girl was crouching right next the picture, hugging her knees and covering her face with them, their daughter. I remember now, Boss had a daughter.

The mechanical clunk of the umbilical clamps releasing echoed through the small cabin like a gunshot. For a terrifying, suspended second, the Captain's Gig simply drifted, untethered in the dark belly of the hangar. Then, Elara’s trembling hands pushed the primary thruster yoke forward. The shuttle’s isolated engines flared to life with a deep, resonant roar, violently breaking the magnetic seal of the launch bay and propelling them out into the endless, freezing expanse of deep space.

—flashed a single, golden word: ​[ACCEPTED] ​The Republic of the Sun was no longer a dream or a rebellion. It was the Natural Order. And as the ship entered the "Null-Fold" for the final jump home, the stars of the Whirlpool Nebula began to twinkle with a new, biological warmth. ​The Event Horizon was behind them. The Eternal Bloom was ahead. ​And for the first time in the history of the universe, the "Rogue" was finally at peace.

"My father’s lab. The place where it all started." --- ### The Final Flight We didn't have 12 hours. We had the travel time it would take to get from the subterranean Forge back to the summit of the Vespera mountains, and every second we wasted, the world became less "Earth" and more "Machine." As we emerged from the underground base, the sight was a nightmare.

The sky above the valley didn't darken with clouds; it turned silver with a cold, geometric shadow. The Mother-Ship, a massive wedge of black carbon with pulsating violet strands, hung above the White Well like an executioner's blade. It was the "Vanguard," the last failsafe Dr. Thorne had put in deep-space orbit. It was set to descend only if the planetary Grid was in danger. As the scout transport rushed into Aethel-Luna's airspace, landing amidst swirling salt-dust and chaos, Elara jumped from the bay before the engines had even cooled.

"The real threat is this." Images appeared. Space. Deep space. Something massive moving toward Earth. Not a meteor. Not a comet. Something artificial. "What is that?" "A ship. Alien. Coming from outside our solar system. It'll reach Earth in forty-seven years. And when it arrives, humanity either evolves or dies." The room went silent. "You're insane," James said.

“I swear it’s him. Same face, same height, same hair. He told me to drop him at the old Spencer Group plant on Riverside Industrial Lane. That place is empty now.” Within minutes, a full SWAT team was deployed. The convoy sped through the city, sirens slicing the morning air. As they approached the abandoned property—an old manufacturing plant Spencer Group shut down years ago, the scene was chilling. Weeds curled up the cracked walls. Windows were broken. Rusted machinery stood in the courtyard like metal skeletons. Dennis stepped forward, signaling silently to his team. “Positions. Breach on my command.” The building was surrounded. Officers crouched behind old containers and concrete barr