by Josephelliottcoleman
In the 31st Century, diplomacy is obsolete. The Confederation’s Covert Action Teams are its final argument — deployed not to resolve conflicts, but to erase them before they begin. Swift, silent, and terrifying, their names are spoken only in whispers by those who know what war truly costs. When one such team is dispatched on what should be a routine pacification mission, they find themselves entangled in a web of anomalies, buried truths, and ancient horrors. What they uncover will not only challenge their orders — it will unravel the very fabric of reality they were sworn to protect. At the edge of known space, something sleeps. And it dreams not of conquest or carnage... but of consumption.
