Explore EXODUS, a new sci-fi action-adventure RPG coming soon from Archetype Entertainment featured in this epic novel from legendary author Peter F. Hamilton.
 
Forty thousand years ago, humanity fled a dying Earth. Traveling in massive arkships, these brave pioneers spread out across the galaxy to find a new home. After traveling thousands of light-years, one fleet of arkships arrived at Centauri, a dense cluster of stars with a vast array of potentially habitable planets. The survivors of Earth signaled to the remaining arkships that humanity had finally found its new home among the stars.

Thousands of years later, the Centauri Cluster has flourished. The original settlers have evolved into advanced beings known as Celestials and divided themselves into powerful Dominions. One of the most influential is that of the Crown Celestials, an alliance of five great houses that controls vast areas of Centauri. As arkships continue to arrive, the remaining humans and their descendants must fight for survival against overwhelming odds or be forced into serving the Crown Dominion.

Among those yearning for a better life is Finn, for whom Earth is not a memory but merely a footnote from humanity’s ancient history. Born on one of the Crown Dominion worlds, Finn has known nothing but the repressive rule of the Celestials, though he dreams of the possibility of boundless space beyond his home.

When another arkship from Earth, previously thought lost, unexpectedly arrives, Finn sees his chance to embrace a greater destiny and become a Traveler—one of a group of brave heroes dedicated to ensuring humanity’s future by journeying into the vast unknown of distant space.

Autorentext

Peter F. Hamilton

Leseprobe
Chapter One

The one thing Finbar Charles Louis Griffin Jalgori-­Tobu (Finn to his friends) promised himself was that under no circumstances would he ever scream. He wasn’t going to give his captors the satisfaction. So he remained silent as their sharp knife sliced through his soiled one-­piece thermal regulator undersuit, gritting his teeth every time the blade nicked his skin. Nor did he flinch as his now naked body was shoved to the ground and his wrists and ankles were bound. He refused to grunt in pain as they dragged him up to the rooftop landing pad, deliberately knocking his shins on the metal stairs as they went. His jaw remained resolutely shut as they dumped him on the utilitarian floor of the sleek squad-­deployment plane waiting on the pad.

Finn didn’t know if it was the fury he felt at his betrayal or the stubbornness that his family always chided him for, but he managed to keep his mouth closed throughout the whole flight as he endured the humiliation of being used as a footstool for their boots—­a footstool they had fun kicking.

A couple of hours after takeoff, when they were in Anoosha’s southern hemisphere and cruising eight kilometers above the Camurdy Mountains, the plane’s rear ramp hinged down, letting in a blast of freezing wind. His captors pulled on their oxygen masks and laughed as he sucked down the perilously thin air. He even managed not to scream as they hauled him onto the ramp. One last kick sent him tumbling off the end into the clear night sky.

He saw the delta shape of the plane silhouetted against the vibrant clouds of the Poseidon Nebula, which filled the skies above Anoosha. A bright orange strobe flared underneath the fuselage as it dwindled away. Then he was hurtling down at terminal velocity toward the jagged snow-­capped mountains below.

Finn started screaming.

* 

The starship Alumata was an elegant sculpture of polished silver-­white metal, consisting of a cylindrical engineering section two hundred meters long that sprouted sinuous copper-­shaded spokes to connect it to a broad life-­support ring. Its fuselage was inset by the shallow contours of photothermal radiators, glowing an outlandish grenadine as they disposed of excess heat from the internal machinery.

Sitting on a couch in the lounge at the forward end of the ring, where the bulkhead was a curving window of ultrabonded diamond, Makaio-­Yalbo, Archon of the Now and Forever Queen of Wynid, stared out at the dramatic vista provided by the Pillar of Zeus nebula in which the starship was immersed. The nearby star, Tinaja, was the only visible light source, and behind it the extravagant blues and greens and purples of the cloud strands swirled in complex ragged patterns that took millennia to dance around each other as they slowly expanded outward from their ancient explosion core.

Visits to the Tinaja system were rare for Makaio-­Yalbo. His assignment as one of the queen’s spymasters was to cover the Kelowan system. Yet this meeting had been agreed five years ago, after he’d received an unexpected message from Olomo, Archon of the Heresy Dominion, whose brief was similar to his own. It was a heavy investment in time. The trip through the Gates of Heaven that connected Kelowan and Tinaja had taken only a couple of weeks relativistic dilation time on board the Alumata, while nearly two years had elapsed outside. Then after they arrived at Tinaja, they’d taken ten days to fly just over an astronomical unit, 150 million kilometers, from the Gate of Heaven to this gas giant Lagrangian point—­a location so remote that no one would ever observe them by accident. Such an in-­person meeting between dominion archons was extremely rare; normally their business was conducted by secure encrypted messages at pre-agreed drops. The rarity was the reason Makaio-­Yalbo had accepted the invitation without question. The Heresy archon clearly believed it was exceptionally important—­in itself a worrying notion.

The Alumata’s life-­support ring rotation slowly brought the HeSea into view—­a sinuous onyx blemish with dainty intergrowths of scarlet filigrees, so dense it could easily be mistaken for a solid object against the nebula’s gentle iridescence. It was an astronomical anomaly Makaio-­Yalbo never grew tired of seeing: a unique high-­density zone of helium-­3, a sea of the gas half a light-year in diameter, the residue of a mini-­nova. None of the astronomers of the Celestial dominions in the Centauri Cluster understood the mechanism of such a nova. Yet somehow a helium gas macroplanet, four thousand times the mass of old Jupiter yet too small for fusion ignition, had exploded, flinging out the cloud, which was such a significant resource to the Crown Dominion.

Fleets of large scoopships owned by the five Royal Families gathered up the helium on decade-long flights, bringing it back to Tinaja’s Gate of Heaven, and from there distributed it across the stars of the Crown Dominion. Every civilian and commercial starship in the Centauri Cluster used helium-­3 for fusion fuel, as did all the industrial fusion generators powering the habitable worlds of the dominions. Having the HeSea inside their boundary gave the Crown Dominion an economic resource which many dominions envied.

“That’s amazing,” Faraji said. “I see what you mean now.”

Makaio-­Yalbo turned stiffly to look at his son on the couch next to him. The boy was seven years old and, like all Imperial Celestials, had almost reached his full height. Already he was over two meters tall, although his torso was still childishly narrow; he wouldn’t begin to broaden out until he was over ten and puberty triggered the final growth phase of his marsupial womb.

“It is something quite admirable, is it not?” Makaio-­Yalbo conceded. “For darkness to draw the eye, it must possess its own brand of majesty.”

“Yeah…