Those who survived the mass extinction perpetrated by the Jiop in the final days of the Primitive Era, found a Prophet to lead them to the stars. In Great Ships humanity left their home world behind on journeys that would last tens, maybe hundreds of generations. In every direction humanity searched for new worlds. So said the Myth.
This quest led one of the Great Ships on a very long voyage to the edge of the galaxy. The Ship was built as the 19th of its class in the first great wave of the Human Diasporas that left Earth 2000 years After Prophet. A hundred miles long and designed to take a crew of 50,000 on a voyage to find new worlds for humanity. After a thousand generations they finally found what they were looking for, a trinary star system that had two planets with oxygen in breathable levels orbiting separate stars. One orbited a hot white main sequence star, the other a large red dwarf in a tight binary system around their common center of gravity. Much further away a yellow star orbited them both.
But after such a long time in space, it’s crew were not the people they once were, and the society that evolved on the Ship was not humanity’s best effort. And now they were going to inadvertently invade the Jiop home worlds.
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About the Author
Back when I was young pup people would always ask, "What are you going to do with your life?" Took a while before I decided the standard career approach wasn't going to work for me. So I decided to pursue what interested me at the moment and see where it would lead. In my 20's I worked to travel and traveled to work. So I saw a good part of our world and experienced it, not as a tourist, but as a participant in the local culture, working for a few months then moving on. Most of the time I did honest hard work, but sometimes it was a bit nefarious. In my 30's I got married and then fell in love with a classic wooden sailboat. Spent the next decade working as a carpenter in the south Florida boatyards, and of course sailing the Caribbean. My early 40's were a time of change, some good, some not so much. Sold the boat, moved to the mountains, then got divorced. It felt like I was starting life over so I decided to do something entirely different. I answered an ad and found myself working in a winery. Turned out I had a talent for it. Had the taste buds to develop a good wine and enough knowledge of chemistry to understand the process. But as the years passed, the passion for wine-making faded. It was time for something new. So I married again to a good woman and companion. Then a few years later retired to write, paint and sculpt. I have seen exquisite beauty and terrible ugliness. I have experienced the commonality of what it is to be human and the divisiveness that seeks to separate Us into Them. As an author I draw upon my travels and the people I met along the way and combine them with my love of sci fi, where imagination can take you beyond the limits of our existence. While the artist in me works in oil on canvas and sculptures in wood. Now as an old dog, I have the time to tell the stories that life has given me.