Earth is gone. We were supposed to jump in
three light years, but instead a twisted wormhole threw us
3,000,000. Now we drift in an alien Galaxy
cut off from everything we need. 500 refugees, a ship held
together by duct tape and prayers, a security officer who
craves death and battle, a scientist who might be insane,
an engineer we found in a motorcycle shop in Jersey.
And me, Captain Jack Thorne trying to hold them all
together. They say no one can cross the
void between galaxies. And maybe they're right.
But as long as there's air in our tanks and a spark in our
engine, we'll keep fighting for a way home.
This is Captain Jack Thorne of the Odysseus, and we are the
lost ship.