STEALING THE SUN
Taro Takahashi's father built the fastest starships in the multiverse. His ships built an empire, but self-destructive obsessions with his dead wife and forbidden technologies led that empire to take his life. Young Taro, fatherless and forgotten in the cold depths of space, ran.
In his father's stolen ships, Taro left whole universes behind, but the one thing he couldn't escape was his name. He took a new one—Trig—and became famous for his own reasons: treasons as the case may be.
Now Trig's stolen the fastest ship in existence, the Rising Sun, but he still can't outrun his past. Ort—the scaly, six-armed, cannibal captain of the warship on Trig's tail—has a score to settle. The Sun—an eerie echo of Trig's father's designs—is surprisingly sentient (a forbidden technology), and not entirely convinced she wants to be stolen.
>From investigating a mysterious shipwreck in a far-flung fungal jungle to the final showdown with Ort aboard a forsaken space station, Trig's epic joyride becomes a race to save himself (and everyone else by proxy). If he wants to succeed he'll need to earn the Sun's favor. For that, he'll have to stop running long enough to face his past. His biggest concern used to be escaping his father's shadow; now Trig would settle for escaping with his skin.
Trig couldn’t believe what he wasn’t seeing.
A shockwave sent him swaying. He kept searching for the shift control; they wouldn't destroy the ship to keep it from being stolen. Another blast, closer; Trig fell. He'd lost his footing, and his certainty. Would they?
The crew of the Yamato-Musashi was an Imperial warship's worth of hungry monsters, among whom Trig had stowed away at port. He'd eluded port authorities and the Vaxaxian crew—no small feat for the most wanted man in the multiverse—and located the warship's cargo hold without being able to read a word of Vaxaxian. That's where he found theRising Sun, sole focus and responsibility of the warship and its bloodthirsty crew, and stole it from under their noses. Snouts. Face holes? Whatever.
He'd powered up the ship, released the dock clamps, started the sublights, and cleared the warship’s gravity field, all without incident.
Of course the hardest part would be finding a button.
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