The Valiant - Michael Jan Friedman
CHAPTER One
Warlos Tarasco of the 5.5. Valiant stood in front of his captains chair and eyed the phenomenon pictured on his viewscreen.
It was immense, he thought. Noit was beyond immense. It stretched across space without boundaries or limits, a blazing vermillion abyss without beginning or end.
Amazing, said Gardenhire, his redheaded ops officer.
Tarasco grunted. You can say that again.
Sommers, the curly-haired brunette who was sitting next to Gardenhire at the helm controls, cast a g ...