I grew up with the man you know as Charles Edward Wolf. He was a Hurst back then. He was trained to dress well, because dressing well speaks well of you. He was a Family scion through and through, the chosen heir of his father’s position in the Family, and first among equals to his entire generation. Girls wanted him, boys wished they could be him, and there I was, the joker at his side. I was the Roman scribe, whispering in the ear of a conquering general that the cheering of the crowds was temporary at best. Not that he really needed the reminder. He was smart enough to know all of that, even then. And you know the really amazing thing? He was smart enough to know that he should never let it show that he was smart enough to know. And that was the most carefully held secret of his entire life.
I grew up as a cadet member of the Hurst Family before Contact. That meant I went to all of the Hurst Family schools. And yes, that meant I got to wear the Hurst Family school uniforms. Yes. I rocked the school boy uniform as a child. And I did it very well if I say so myself. One of the advantages of wearing a school uniform is that it reinforces the idea that everyone is equal. Though children are not idiots. We knew who was more equal than the others from the moment we were able to form cognitive thoughts. That is the football quarterback in most schools across America. In ours, it was the handful of true, blue Hursts in our classes. And as good as I looked in a school uniform, I never looked as good as a Hurst to those with…certain motivations. That doesn’t mean I didn’t try to look better, though. And sometimes, I succeeded.
The Branan have an intense industrial society that China’s famous industrial districts wish they could match. People looking in from the outside are appalled at their lack of safety precautions and the conditions of their workers. And environmentalists fall into shrieking catatonia at the mere glimpse of a Branan industrial dump. But what few people understand from the outside is that the Branan outlook on life is very different than ours. Life as we know it is a temporary condition to them. They rarely live more than sixty years. But that is merely their first life. Every Branan is expected to work hard and build up a nest egg in that first life to pay for their second life. And the more honor and money they build up, the more resources they will have when they begin their second life. In the networks.
Jack grew up in a world at peace. His only interests were partying and girls. Two decades of War changed the galaxy and left Jack with no home to return to. Seven decades after War’s End, Captain Jack Hart was a man at peace once again. His ship represented the freedom to live wherever he wanted. He could fly anywhere from Earth to the furthest frontiers of human expansion on a whim and a prayer. And his cargo holds could carry whatever luxuries people wanted wherever he was going.
All of that was endangered when he ran into a mysterious freighter while on a routine trip to the Pleiades Cluster. What secrets did it hold? What mysteries did it hide? Why was it skulking around the heart of the Pleiades Cluster? Why did it open fire the moment it saw his ship? And what would the answers to those questions do to the foundations of the world Captain Jack Hart had built his life on?
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Melissa wasn’t a one woman wrecking crew. There were several of them, but Melissa had the largest body count by far. Counting the bodies she lost or damaged, here. She dared the bad guys to shoot her, and they did. A lot. She lost more heads and limbs than I could count, and they even managed to kill her a few times. She spent a lot of time in the body and fender shop, but she kept everyone else from being hit whenever the Hurst assassins made another try on Old Man Callahan. I remember this one time she jumped into the line of fire when the assassins opened up with a couple schoolgirls in the background. The police responded first that time, talked to the schoolgirls in question, and then dropped a full bag of nannies next to her. They then proceeded to pay no attention at all as she pulled herself back together and limped away. You could say that she made some friends on days like those.




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