I liked this story. I found myself feeling sympathy for the 1,000 Desperate Refugees of of the Dead and Ice-Covered Star System RNAC 89778, Menelaus XII, Planet M.XII-5, locally known a Nova Maurania.
These refugees who had watched their Planet die, are now "due to basic Psycho-Philo maladjustments....classified as Anti-Social-Types-B-G and must be considered unstable. All are bared from responsible positions in the United Galaxies by the Order of the Inter-Galactic-Council."
So they now wish to embark on a desperate, one chance in a trillion opportunity, through the use of Ionic Power [whatever that is], to take their Ice Covered Planet, and all the Frozen remains of their Culture, out of its Dead System and find a New Sun to call Home and thus Revive their Culture.
Whew!
"We would rather die than live as Dead men in this perfect United Galaxies we do not want."
"All they care about is their damned sterile destiny! They don't care about people. Well we do! We care about something to live for. The Hell with the destiny of the Destinies of the Galaxies."
Gotta love it.
So...in the Year 3078, Red Stone, Mercenary and Traitor of the War of Survival, and thousands of other Mercenaries of the Companies, are hired to fight for the Freedom and Destiny of the1,000 Refugees of Nova Maurania.
It's a pretty good story, but what puts it over the top are the Ideals behind the Narrative. The sort of Ideals that go straight to the Heart.
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