Exodus: Volume 1

[Robert Merlow]

[color=red]Universes Shattered

Bridge, Tuatha de Danaan
Unknown Grid Location
Void Space / Shattered Universe

Merlow looked at the crew of the Tuatha de Danaan, the Flag Ship of the Liberty Navy. It was flanked by a large fleet of ships, Liberty and Zeta. It had been a long time since his days as a Lieutenant in the First Fleet, fresh from a new universe, under Fleet Admiral Cerun's command. Now, he had more field experience than most commanders in any universe. He had rebuilt the First Fleet after it had been torn apart by the tantrum known as a black hole. It had flung the First Fleet in all directions in yet another universe. Yet they had persevered, and had been reborn. Unfortunately, the Universe they had adopted was beginning to fall apart, literally. Jump holes began engulfing entire worlds, and nebulae were turning into deathtraps. The Badlands were emitting such radiation that it began to destabilize the star in the center of the system, flinging Liberty into disarray. In a desperate attempt, the Four Houses decided to create sleeper ships once again, this time to escape the universe. It was decided that the First Fleet were to take the entire Sleeper Ship fleet, including Liberty's sleeper ship the Liberty's Destiny into the safest hole they knew of: The Interstate Hole 002, the second FF created Artificial Jump Hole. They had redialed the coordinates to another universe in order to ensure their survival.

He looked at Tessa, who looked up from her command chair, those piercing blue eyes staring up at him. She looked at him questioningly, practically reading his thoughts.
"Tessa," he said softly, "I can't believe we're doing this again."
"Yes, but this time we have the help of Zeta Technology and the Zeta themselves to help guide us through."
"Too true." He looked to the helmsman, and gave the command, "Helm, lay in a course for Interstate Hole 002. Transmit the coordinates to the fleet and engage."

Forward the ship glided, followed by the coalition fleet, into a new universe, a new Life...

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Commander in Chief of the Migrant Fleet / Former Fleet Admiral of the Liberty First Fleet
Second Survivor of the Mentat Program.
We must give and take with good measure. Give too much, we become complacent. Take too much, we incur the wrath of our own. Tread Lightly.
--Supreme Bashar Robert Merlow--