Front Door Firefall Theseus
crew vampires Burns-Caulfield

Who do you send to meet the alien
when the alien doesn't want to meet?

You send a linguist with multiple personalities carved surgically into her brain. You send
a biologist so radically interfaced with machinery that he sees x-rays and tastes ultra-
sound, so compromised by grafts and splices he no longer feels his own flesh. You
send a pacifist warrior whose career-defining moment was an act of treason. You
send a monster to command them all, an extinct hominid predator once called
vampire, recalled from the grave with the voodoo of recombinant genetics
and the blood of sociopaths. And you send a synthesist an
informational topologist with half his mind gone as an
interface between here and there, a conduit through
which the Dead Center might hope to understand
the Bleeding Edge.

You send them all to the edge of interstellar space, praying you
can trust such freaks and retrofits with the fate of a world.
You fear they may be more alien than the thing they've
been sent to find.

But you'd give anything for that to be true, if you
only knew what was waiting for them...