4217, a dark age in the galaxy after a series of wars have left civilization battered. The wars' horrors have opened a portal from another Dimension and strange shape-shifting psychic vampire demons ("Hyper-Bogies") are swarming in, possessing the bodies of humans and eating their souls. The most powerful government in the Galaxy, the Transhuman Overlords, are covering it up for fear of panic and further breakdown of civilization. One Transhuman Overlord, however, presses against the Overlord Council and sends a Female Super-spy (Sulla) and a Fleet general (Ossa) on a mission to find the Bogies and a way to fight them. Sulla and Ossa spread out across the galaxy, teaming up with a psychic archaeologist, dangerous smugglers, and even more dangerous gangster/pirates, on a series of adventures to unlock the mysteries of the Bogies. Caught between the Transhuman Overlord Council and the Imminent complete breach our dimension by the soul eating Bogies, the future of the Human race depends on the dash and dare and courage of this strange collection of Magnificent Raiders. David was staring. “You’re a masterpiece, Sissy-a real work of art. Beauty and the beast all rolled into one…our very own femme fatale? “You have two things to remember lest you go AWOL on us. One- you’re body is real. You’re a genetically engineered superwoman. Your lifespan, without enhancement is five centuries. So you have something to live for. I’ve pressed the Overlord council to waive entirely the charges for treason that had been pressed against you from your previous incarnation. Secondly, well, there’s this.” He tossed a small purple cube over on the bed. “I suggest you don’t look at it until you’ve given yourself a few days to acclimate yourself to the real universe again. It’s rather disturbing. “We’ve commandeered you a small ship, nicely appointed I might add. Aspects of your former self will start to begin to come back into your awareness over time. Yes…you’re sensing it now. Yes dear, you were a woman.” Suddenly they were not alone. Lourdes was standing in the middle of the room. “Well David, can’t tear yourself away from her now that we’ve restored her can you? Tsk, tsk, love never dies, after all this time. She betrayed you once, and now here she lays in full glory. Only you would have given her another chance. Off with her then! The transfer is complete; she’s in the flesh now, going on and kiss her goodbye.” Cicero looked over and saw a flash of annoyance in David’s eye, but the sardonic and cold heart that never melted remained on the lips. “Kiss kiss” he said. He formed an “O” with his mouth as if to blow her a kiss and he faded away. Now Lourdes was staring. “Devil woman, ha! Look at you. He’s given you it all back and more. The irony. Well Lisa-“ Lisa! “You’re Lisa Lynne Sulla. You’re an art dealer officially; black market unofficially. I want to know what the empath is doing, which is problematic for you…but if anyone can wrap a lie around a promise and slip it between his ribs with a kiss-well…never mind. Since your personality is subdued under layers of memory blocks he’ll have a…devil of a time sorting you out. “One more thing- I’m not as much as a lovesick puppy as Omm was- you’ll not get a centuries in virtreal as a tortured construct if you cross me. You’ll get a virtual hell, and I’ll make sure you’re the last living thing on the planet before that hell goes offline. Got it?” Lisa said softly: “Got it.” Lourdes looked at the purple cube on the bed. She frowned. “Then there’s that.” A dark shadow swept across her face like the grave, and she was gone.