When the Consortium, a planetary alliance of more than a hundred non-violent, peace-loving worlds, is suddenly forced into war with the Rengrr, a race of ferocious brutes from a nearby sector, the leaders of the Consortium must find a way to rekindle their people’s fighting spirit. With time running out, they recreate “the Protector,” an all-powerful God from their distant past. But to do this they need someone who knows how to wield that power. Someone from outside the Consortium. Someone from Earth.
Hundreds of light years away, U.S. fighter pilot Major Christian Harmon languishes in Fort Leavenworth prison, serving a life sentence for a crime he didn’t commit. A wild electrical storm teleports him to an alien ship high overhead and he is thrust into an adventure of love, betrayal, and ancient alien lore that may cost billions of lives across the galaxy. Can he be the legendary “Aeros” and save them all?
An armored Christian Harmon stood on the lifeless, rocky surface of a faraway moon surrounded by a company of enviro-suited, Pulsor-armed Rengrr warriors. High overhead, a pair of trident-shaped, destroyer-class Union warships circled against a star-filled backdrop.
“Surrender or die, Outlander,” the company’s commanding officer barked over his com-link.
Christian didn’t answer. Instead, he activated his deflectors and struck a defensive pose.
“This is your last chance,” the Rengrr commander growled.
“All right. Open fire.” A torrent of green energy bolts lashed out at the faceless, silver-skinned figure.
A split second before the bolts reached their mark, Christian leapt high in the air, executed a perfect somersault, landed behind the Rengrr company and, in one fluid motion, cut them down with a blazing pair of particle beams.
An eerie silence fell over the battlefield as Christian scanned the smoldering, misshapen bodies scattered around him. There were no signs of life. Suddenly, a volley of Thunderhead torpedoes rained down from the heavens, digging huge gouts of rock and dirt out of the ground. He stumbled backward several steps then quickly regained his balance and launched himself into space. He dipped and weaved through a hailstorm of particle-beam bolts and torpedo blasts until, finally, he drew within range of the Union destroyers.