Ships That Darken The Sky

In the far distant future, humanity finds its self divided, scattered amongst the stars. It is then that the Federation of planets known as NeoAfrica arises.

When the Unity expedition visits the burgeoning NeoAfrican community it seems like a new age of interconnection and community is about to begin. This seemingly altrusitc mission has a darker agenda.

The Unity expedition has been traveling across the galaxies stripping planets of their resources and using its twisted eugenics to remake the universe in its image.

It is up to Robert Mensah and a host of NeoAfrican citizens to fight for the very survival of their civilization and culture.

Interstellar Homeland

One piece of art hung in the office that dwarfed the rest. It was an oil painted portrait, more than a thousand years old. Regular nano-regeneration kept the frameless picture looking as if it had been painted the day before. The portrait was that of a cinnamon complexioned man in his mid-sixties. His stark gray hair was closely cut, eyes dark and intense, jaw line rigid, the set of his mouth uncompromising, almost challenging.

Mensah’s erect posture somehow became straighter.

That was the kind of reaction the figure in the portrait still managed to evoke three thousand years after his death. For without the brilliant vision and direction of Kyle Marcus Brookins, an interstellar NeoAfrican civilization would never have come into being Brookins was a venerated figure among NeoAfricans of every political and ideological bent. Enemies on opposing sides of the many conflicts that convulsed NeoAfrican space often quoted Brookins or invoked his name in the furtherance of their causes.