The corporation had won the war, and peace filled the three galactic spirals. Or did it? One grainy intercepted message tipped that thinking on its ear. "Audra, we’re so desperate. The men we have left are doing the best they can. But we can’t raise enough food to feed ourselves. The lichen is hard to scrape, and the children and women can’t harvest enough to support our population." Quiet sobbing filled the gap before the second woman spoke softly. "Milly, I know. Even our last two priests have started working in the food caverns." Any advanced human society can be nice to someone that deserves it. But what about an enemy that doesn’t? Their far-flung trade worlds knew the Blood Star System to be mortal enemies. Could they put a "second spin" on the story to turn things around in time to save the dying planet?