Several hundred years after the events of Contention, the surroundings have changed but the dynamic hasn't. Considering 'humanity' a failure, the human race adapts the term 'Terran' and splits the organization of the species into three separate segments. An Alliance of science, faith and military might, each pushing for the stars in their own way. The more things change, the more they stay the same though. Is there any room for happiness in the war driven psyche of the Terran navy?Is there any room for faith in the progress driven minds of Terran scientists?As the sands in the hourglass fade far faster than anticipated, do any of us know what could be out there?Would any of us accept it, were we to see it?