Russell Redman

Lord Banshee Russell Redman

The Martian Imperium has launched the attack I have feared for years. We are on the run, fugitives in a broken battleship. As the chaos spreads, my team of Banshees struggle desperately to prevent a war for which the enemy is well prepared, and we are not. My forebodings are so dark, it is hard to get anyone to take them seriously. Imperial assassins must already be hunting for the Ghost. They will kill anyone close to me. My team has barely gelled, yet already we must seek shelter. Is there anywhere in human space we can hide?I know so much but cannot speak of it without triggering screaming fits. I fear myself and my internal rivalries almost as much as I fear the Martians. My personal flaws threaten the entire team, and no one more than Leilani, who will be tortured to death as the Ghost Wife if I fail. To save her, I must first save myself. I remain convinced that we can win, but it will require unconventional tactics. Unconventional is what I do best.