‘They had roamed another Dimension since our Universe was created; and there were those who believed even before that.  Some of them had the power to manipulate the minds of individuals or whole races, bending them to their will.  Wars had been started and unspeakable horrors inflicted; all in their name.  Others of their kind had altered time and the fabric of space.  Plagues, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions; every type of disaster imaginable had been created by them at some point.

They appeared as Gods, spirits or mortals depending on their desires and whim.  But they all had the same overwhelming craving; to rule, to rule over the chaos and mayhem they had helped create, to be masters of all they surveyed.  Everything that wasn’t ‘of their kind’ only existed to serve, worship and obey them, or die if they dared act in defiance.  They were near immortal what did the life of one individual mean to them, a thousand, a million, billions, the numbers were immaterial. Only total domination mattered’

Commander Salan of the USS Jaxartes and a small group of individuals also taken captive by the mysterious Pelcaza’s who’s home world lies beyond Harpers Rift, will come face to face with one of these near immortal beings.  Possibly the last of them still living and free, but no less deadly than those that have gone before.

In a ‘Pocket Universe’ were time has little meaning; the Helgeshran waits and plots.  But what are his plans for the Vulcan and the rest held prisoner?