"Rescue Fescue!"
In the Twenty-sixth century, mankind has interstellar travel and is exploiting the galaxy.
On Gaseous Crideion, giant single-celled creatures dance in the plumes.
On dry Turmia, clumsy eight-limbed, nine-brained natives study humans to discover one thing only.
On watery Salamandria, the oceans beneath the full moon bloom with colorful biolight.
Beneath a nova sun, five-eyed, tri-gendered spiral Pupfish pray for rescue.
On Aphroditie III, a golden paradise awaits development.
If the Silent Runners don't protect these people, who will?
But who will protect humanity from the Silent Runners?
