The long-range sensors picked them up at the edge of the solar system—a fleet of alien ships, different from the ones they had fought before. These were larger, darker, their hulls pulsing with red light.
“Command, this is Ghost Lead. We have incoming hostiles. Count: fifty plus.”
“Copy, Ghost Lead. All ships scramble.”
Captain Elena Vasquez led her squadron into the void, their Starhawks forming up behind her. Ambassador Kaelen’s people had warned them of this enemy—the Swarm, they called them. No diplomacy. No surrender. Only consumption.
“They’re heading for Mars,” Marcus Webb