Alpha Red

Basically, I died My name is Storm Redfield: Navy Commander, Special Forces. Born on Earth in the year 2057, I don't belong in the twenty-third century. Nevertheless, that's where I end up following the worst betrayal of all by my own people. During my time asleep, humanity has become a spacefaring civilization. We are no longer alone in the universe, and the galaxy is at peace . . . more or less. Now, I have a choice to make. Call it a day after a traumatic rebirth, and spend the rest of my life on a Martian beach, sipping margaritas? Or grab myself a weapon, and go kick ass with the civilian outfit that brought me back? Good question, easy answer: with a name like mine . . . Sheltering from the squalls of life is no option.

GUESS WHAT? I'M NOT DEAD YET My name is Storm Redfield: Navy Commander, still kicking ass at 161 years old. So far, I've had a good time in the twenty-third century. I discovered space travel and fought evil creatures in a distant star system. Made friends with a one-eyed Cyclopean who sounds like a British lord, discussed romance novels with a blushing AI therapist . . . And the cherry on the cake: had kinky sex with a gorgeous alien warrior. When a quiet return to Earth turns into an almost deadly mission, my universe is tipped upside down all over again. A young girl with a hero crush, jail time, connecting to my inner cyborg . . . A mere prelude to the most insane challenge I've ever faced. My take on it? BRING IT ON!