Lonely Moon by Andrew Saxsma:
Earth lies in ruins, destroyed by an unknown enemy. Humanity flees their burning homeworld, seeking a safe place to hide before they can be hunted down and eradicated.
Alliance Captain Michael Hane watches helplessly while his wife and unborn child fall victim to the random slaughter of Earth. With time running out, he is burdened by the last bits of humanity to find a way to stop this menace before it wipes the galaxy clean of every last human being.
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Excerpt From Chapter 1:
Captain Michael Hane stepped off the transport shuttle onto Platform Five’s dock. He squinted in the afternoon sun and flicked the pair of aviator shades resting on his head down onto the bridge of his nose.
“Nothing like being planetside, eh Captain?” his first officer Samantha Aarons asked from inside the shuttle. She hopped onto the platform behind Hane and slid off her helmet. Her curly red hair fell just over her shoulders and she smiled.
Hane slid a hand over his buzzed head then reached back into the shuttle for his and Samantha’s duffel bags.
“I’d say so,” Hane said, taking a big whiff of fresh, cool air. “Sure beats that metallic, body odor ripeness.”
Hane handed Samantha her bag and threw on his jacket.
“What do you have in there, spare ship parts? Your bag weighs a ton,” Hane said, picking up his own bag.
“Books,” she said with a grin. “Well, mostly books.”
Hane twisted around and stared through the large window at the New York City skyline stretching high into the sky and the milky clouds. Thousands of flying shuttle cars littered the areas between hulking skyscrapers, but seemed to be barely moving.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Samantha asked.
“Yeah, we’ve come a long way from roads and highways, but we still can’t get rid of traffic jams.”
Samantha chuckled and threw her bag around her shoulder.
“So, Ms. Aarons, three months of shore leave,” Hane said heading down a hallway, Samantha not far behind, “better use it wisely.”
“Oh, I plan to, Captain,” Samantha said, struggling to keep Hane’s while pace carrying the weight of her bag. “I’m going to catch up on my reading, specifically Turg and Auran political…”
Hane waved his hand in protest.
“I get it, Ms. Aarons,” Hane said, stopping at an elevator, "not my thing." He pressed the button for ground level and turned to face Samantha. “Just promise me you’ll get out and do something fun, something enjoyable. Lighten that soul of yours just a bit.”
“But that is fun for me, sir,” Samantha said with a smirk.
Hane sighed and shook his head.
“What about you, sir? What will Earth Alliance Captain Hane do with three months of leave?” Samantha asked.
“To be honest, this shore leave couldn’t have come at a better time. My wife is due in a couple of weeks with our first and I imagine that’ll keep me pretty busy once she pops,” Hane said, his tone full of the eventual stress to come.
“Girl or a boy, sir?”
“Sarah wants it to be a surprise. I may be an Alliance Captain, but in the Hane household, Sarah’s the boss.”
“Ah, then you have my congrats, Captain,” Samantha said.
Hane gave a smile of thanks and adjusted his jacket.
“How do I look?” he asked, straightening his posture.
Samantha set down her bag and straightened his jacket’s collar then pressed the breasts of it against Hane’s chest to flatten out any wrinkles. Her hands lingered for a bit and Hane cleared his throat to get her attention.
“Sam?” he asked. "Are you okay?"
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