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Hey folks,

so just in time for the German Kindle Storyteller Awards 2015 I have managed to finish my novel.
An English translation is in progress, but for all the German speakers maybe you want to check it out on Amazon.
I published it as Pirx Danford and the title is "Träume zwischen Welten"
Any feedback is welcome and if you do PM me feel free to do that in German if you like.
For the lazy ones here is a link to the book: http://www.amazon.de/gp/product/B014Q4EXBW
Its available as ebook as well as print.

Hope its okay for me to post this here Tynan, if not then just kill my thread 

History is only information about things that happened a long time in the past and sometimes uncovering it requires as much detective work as your regular crime fighter performs day by day.
Its just like yesterday that I remember stumbling across a certain document in my historic studies, opening up this oh so weird opportunity to have the past answer my questions directly through a witness of the period and even more strangely one involved in just the events that might hold the answer to my specific research area.

The arrogant core dwellers with their mighty empires think of us in the rimworlds as uncivilized barbarians, but even as the distance between the habitable planets is huge and we oftentimes lack resources a good amount of worlds is steadily improving. That is... until a certain point and then one of the oh so pleasant gifts from the core monkeys destroys all of which we achieved.

What I am writing about is of course the mechanoid plague, nobody knows from where it came from and why they corrupt any advanced technology. Is that an act of war? At least that is how it felt for many of our worlds.
I am putting together the pieces of a puzzle stretched across hundreds of light years with bits and pieces that date to over a thousand years back.
With "our" I mean the rimworlds of course, alas each system fights for survival on its own, the few ships that dare to make the long travel are highly appreciated, especially considering that they are not much more than fragile tin cans most of the time.

So the document I stumbled across was a flight passenger list, dated back about 867 years. The reason I received that list from our "space port" (a flat concrete surface with a cabin and one guy calling himself flight manager, who in fact is not much more than a hobo drinking booze every time I see him) the reason was that the list came in fact from a space ship that just landed on our comely planet.
Even as it was nearly a millenium old it was current and from the eight names on the list one figuratively jumped at me. General Jeromê Cazpar Shrikoven - deep frozen history brought back to life through the miracles of cryogenics.

This is when I am just about to meet him.
He was thawed a month back but I figured I would let him have his time to acclimate before bombarding him with the oh so many questions I had.
Sadly I learnt that he took quite a liking to the cheap whisky from the only bar we had in this shambles of a town.
Anyway I made up my mind about this and seeing as he ignored my invitations I decided to do this field trip and do an interrogation police style... hopefully he wont notice my utter lack of authority.
The saloon is made from wood, as most of the buildings in this town.
Burns fast but is built up again as fast as well.
The swinging doors creak as I enter and the dim room is filled with just a handful of patrons, some look at me just to recognize me and looking away uninterested.
Instantly I know which one is Mister Shrikoven, it has to be the fellow that has an impressive lineup of empty shot glasses and beer pints on his table, its not even noon and he already lies there snoring with his head sideways among the glasses.
Or has he not even woken from last night?

To confirm my impression I walk over to the bar and ask Pete the barkeeper if its my guy.
He nods and says "But just call him Jer. Do mind not to call him General if you value your teeth where they are eh?"
So I walk over to the table. Neither a quiet nor a loud "Hey" yield any reaction, so I stretch my arm to shake him when suddenly I hear a clicking noise and an evil humming.
From somewhere this lifeless lump produced a sort of energy weapon and its pointed at me - I instantly freeze.
"Touch me and you are dead. Now bugger off and let me sleep."

To convince him to talk to me took hours and I fear it will cost me a fair amount in drinks to learn all what he knows.
But this day I learnt about the one planet empire of Ashlesha and the singularity on Hydrobius.