The Vanguard's Call
Commander Marcus stood on the bridge of the World-Ship, his gaze fixed on the tactical display. The Earth was no longer a planet; it was a fortress, a jagged spear of metal and rock hurtling through the interstellar medium at 0.5% the speed of light. "Incoming," the navigation officer barked. "Asteroid cluster 7-G. Size: planetary. Density: high. We cannot steer around it in time." The bridge...
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