No one’s ever saved the universe with sex.
Oh, sure, it’s fun to try, but you accomplish more with a gun in your hand than a… Well, I’ll let you complete that thought. I’ll just say I love the blood pumping, sweat breaking, endorphin raising effects of both, but the fight is more important than the sex. I know because I’m an expert at both.
Who am I? My name is Ramie Ashdyn—“Ash” to my friends—and I am an anomaly. In short, that means I kick ass. Only about 1% of the people in the Known Universe are born with the random, unusual genetic sequence that makes us stronger, faster, and smarter than the average human. We’re able to endure more than the normal human, too, which is lucky for me since I was born on Glory, a shit hole of a planet few people survive with their souls intact. That’s where I learned to fight. And that’s where I learned a single individual could change the lives of millions. You just have to pick the right fights.
I’ve chosen the right fight, the good fight, and I’ve made sure I’m equipped to win it. My genetics make it possible to inject boosters, a chemical concoction that enhances anomalies’ strength, speed, and recovery time even more. It makes us near-perfect soldiers, a fact that Coalition senators love because one anomaly is worth ten regular men. Only problem is, anomalies can be a bit… unstable. Too much mental stress and we snap, and I’m not just talking about losing our temper. An anomaly who has lost it loses his or her complete grip on reality. They think everything and everyone is a threat, and they take them out. In the last decade, hundreds of innocent people have been killed by a handful of broken anomalies.
But the Coalition has found a way to remedy the risk of snapping. They put anomalies through what it calls “loyalty training.” I’ve been through it. It has complicated, controversial side effects which I won’t go into here, but now I can fight for the Coalition without losing my mind.
I’ve made sacrifices to fight for the Coalition. My actions have meaning and consequences for people other than myself. Individuals who think explosive sex is more important than explosive ordinance are flat out wrong. When the sex is over, the universe stays the same. When I blow something up, futures change. Some lives are ended and others are saved. The fight is crucial in anyone’s story. It’s how we make our mark. It defines who we are.
All that said, if someone could save the universe with sex, that someone would be me.
I’m Ramie Ashdyn, and I’m an anomaly.
Lieutenant Ramie Ashdyn is an anomaly, a person whose genetic makeup makes her stronger and smarter than the average human. She’s pledged her life to protect the Coalition, an alliance of thirteen planetary systems, but when a top secret operation turns bloody, she’s charged with treason and the brutal executions of her teammates.
The Coalition needs the information Ash’s team stole on their last mission, so they send in Commander Rhys “Rest in Peace” Rykus to get it. He’s the man who’s responsible for turning Ash into an elite soldier… and he’s a man who isn’t, never was, and never will be in love with the woman he trained. Or so he tells himself.
Ash wants nothing more than to clear her name and be the woman her former instructor wants her to be, but the enemy who killed her teammates did more than frame her for treason and murder: they telepathically silenced her mind, preventing her from saying anything that might point to the truth about what happened.
Now Ash is trapped and set to be executed, the truth dying with her. Unless she can prove her innocence. But taking that path could destroy the Coalition she’s sworn to preserve and protect…
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