-Prologue-
Ty had dreamed of a world where he could be himself, without prejudice, without expectations. Without being thrust into a position of leadership and left to fend for himself.
They woke him up 300 years too early.
His dream was shattered beyond recognition. All he had left were the shards of a family. And then they stole that, too.
They caged him. Studied him. Threatened him. Nearly destroyed him.
What was left of him, they forced to work. He designed weapons for them. He did covert work for them. He assassinated people for them. God, he killed for them. It made him want to puke.
But Ty didn't have a choice. His family's lives were at stake.
He'd been working on the design of a new photonic torpedo model, balancing the surface area with the volume of explosives inside, when he'd realized how much extra room he had inside. And what shape that extra room had.
It was risky, a much bigger risk than he should be willing to take.
But if it worked, his family would finally be safe.
