Omega Station

Penny Dreadfuls for the 25th Century

A New Series of Horror Sci-Fi Novellas

Things really do go bump in the night… and it’s always night out here.

Dr. Harvey Carpenter had resigned himself to his fate. He’d kept his helmet on and survived conscription in the Andromeda War, more than most folks in the United Empires of Earth can say. He’d survived academia too, studying on the capital worlds at the legendary Alhazred Institute. He might’ve survived the galactic job market if he’d gotten a degree in something other than Xenoparapsychology. Maybe his luck began with the call. Maybe it ran out then.

Matthew ‘Dutch’ Horn, homeworld obliterated in the war, found solace in a tin can on the edge of a forgotten solar system. Appointed security marshall on a somewhat mysterious first-generation colony station, he got his second chance. Hired for his exceptional skills in the art of glaring and gun-toting, Dutch started again. It was a rough life, but it was a life… something he owed an old friend. He decided to call him up.

Omega Station, tucked into the armpit of the prime galaxy and all but forgotten by the empires. A melting pot for the lost tribes of Earth, a breeding ground for superstition in the third space age, a footnote on redacted documents, a pile of rust spinning on the very outskirts of civilization. Something grips the station in icy jaws of ancient belief and esoteric doctrine, something older than the stars themselves. It brings things to it. Lost things. Things like newly hired Chief of Security Harvey Carpenter and his comrade Dutch. Without their jobs, they’d probably die on a shelter ship in orbit of Archidamos I. Without them, Omega might just fall prey to nothing short of unchecked eldritch chaos.