Star Trek: Vanguard #3: Reap the Whirlwind
Chapter One
Dr. Ezekiel Fisher reclined in the chair at the desk inside his quarters aboard Starbase 47. It was late for him to be awake, a few hours into the third duty shift. His coffee had become tepid during the hour he had spent composing his latest letter to his daughter, Jane, the youngest of his three children. The missive was almost finished, and he paused to read it over.
"Dear Jane," it began, prosaically enough. "I hope this letter finds you well, and that Neil and your boys are on the mend from that bout of Argelian flu you told me about. I've been keeping my vaccinations up to date, so here's hoping I don't meet any viruses more clever than myself.
"Life and work here on Vanguard remain busy; I know it must seem funny to hear me say that, since there's rarely any mention of us in the news -- nothing, in fact, since the loss of the Bombay. As much as I wish I could tell you everything that I've seen out here, it'd be a waste of effort: all our outgoing mail is censored....Such measures must seem draconian on a world like Mars, but the truth is that it's for the best. At least, ... read full excerpt from: Star Trek: Vanguard #3: Reap the Whirlwind ebook
