We'd shut down a smuggling operation that spanned from the Empire to the far end of the Near Reaches. Helped destroy a conspiracy's training facility, capturing or killing hundreds of people who'd been working against our nation. All I wanted to do was go home. Rest before our next mission. To help put an end to that project so that we could move on to another.
Instead I was drugged, abducted, and shoved into a prison cell aboard a ship. I had no weapons, no armor, no equipment. No way to call for help, no way to tell my pack that I was still alive. That I needed their help. Instead I have a sealed door, gruel for food, and a cellmate I can't understand.
I have no idea where we're being taken. Why we were taken. Who else is on this ship with me.
All I know is that my luck had better turn around soon, or else I'll be too dead to find the answers to those questions.
Zach has a rather useless, if conversation starting degree in Video Game Programming. Since then he’s done anything but make games, instead enjoying a steadier job while doing writing on the side.
He got his start in fan-fiction, and over time has shifted to original works set in a universe he first dreamed up as a kid in grade school.
Originally from Wisconsin, his university was in Arizona, and since then he’s visited eighteen different states for work. When he’s home, he’s spending time in an old house with his beautiful wife and their wonderful pets.