The An'Atee: a star-faring civilization so peaceful it does not even have a military.The Harbok: a star-faring civilization that shoots on sight and refuses to communicate with anyone.Scouts from both civilizations encounter each other in the skies over Earth. Greg Hamilton, a retired special operations soldier who is minding his own business, stumbles into the detritus of that meeting: She struggled for each word. "No . . . hospital."He reached a hand out and caressed her cheek. "Of course you're going to a hospital. I'll be as easy on you as I can, but we can't delay."Visibly gathering strength from somewhere, she lifted blue eyes to look directly into his own. She spoke slowly and clearly, "I . . . am . . . not . . . of . . . this . . . Earth."Though he knows nothing about aliens nor space travel, Greg knows first-hand the ugliness of war. Rather than fight a war, he chooses to end a war. To begin the process, he has to keep an injured An'Atee pilot, the sole survivor of the encounter, alive long enough to get her back to her own doctors.If he plays his cards right though, saving her might include a ride into space.