...Since the dawn of time an ancient evil has sought complete and unquestioned dominion over the galaxy, and they have found...us.
Mike Lynch Books
The year is 2217 and a fleet of stellar cruisers led by Commander Frank Yamane has amassed at Mars to make a stand against humanity's greatest threat, the Deravan armada. Outnumbered, outclassed, and outgunned, Yamane's plan to stop them fails, leaving all Earth at the mercy of an enemy that has shown them none.
Faced with the planet's imminent destruction, Yamane has no choice but to seek the help of the Antarens, an alien civilization he had defeated in a war 10 years before. Though they have every reason not to come to Earth's rescue, Yamane sets forth on a desperate journey to the Antaren home world, knowing that the survival of mankind is hanging by a thread.
Follow the adventures of Commander Yamane and his crew as they struggle to determine whether this will be Earth's finest hour, or the destruction of us all.
Yamane stood motionless, the reality of loosing his first command hitting him like a bolt of lightning out of a clear blue sky. He felt an intense resentment towards the Deravans. What they were doing made no sense, and yet, they continued to destroy without provocation...or mercy.
"Commander, we have to leave now."
His gaze fell. "Give the order." Never had he felt more defeated in his life.
"Let's go!" Kershaw barked.
The crew immediately abandoned their posts and went to a hatch nestled between the main screen and nav-tech's station. Finding the 'EMERGENCIES ONLY' box in the dark, Kershaw smashed the glass cover, reached in, and pulled a bright red lever. To everyone's relief, the white hatch slid open. He stood at the entrance and hurried each crewmember inside.
Yamane took his seat after everyone else had pulled down their safety harnesses. "Is this everyone?" he asked.
"Secure the door," Yamane said after taking his seat.
Kershaw grabbed the elongaged lever arm and swung it around in a clockwise direction. The further he rotated the lever, the greater the effort it took to do so, stopping only when it had fully extended the locking bolts.
"Launch the life pod," Yamane ordered. He suddenly became aware of the fact that this would be the last order given on board the Lexington.
A muffled explosion sounded from behind the pod before it blasted away. Emergency rockets fired as soon as the escape craft cleared the ship. Through the small window, Yamane saw the Lexington fall behind, smoke pouring from her hull. The sight of Deravan ships hovering over his ship like a pack of hungry wolves was simply too much for him. He lowered his head and turned away.
A moment later, brilliant white light filled the interior of the life pod. The cabin dimmed again shortly afterward, but as darkness settled upon them, Commander Frank Yamane's hopes faded with equal measure. There was still an enemy for him to fight, but he felt, at this point, there was little fight left in him.