Free Star Wolves (The Tribes of Yggdrasil Book 1) by Hugh B. Long

an old western frontier town—she even carried a plastic silver star which said Sheriff on it—just for kicks.
    Over the intercom came the announcement of the ETA to New Midgard—five hours. Almost there, she thought. Flight attendants were walking the aisles, taking lunch orders and handing out beverages; an eight-hour interstellar flight was much like any mundane terrestrial flight.
    Gina realized how hungry she was. At five foot eight inches, and a hundred and forty pounds, Gina was an athletic woman. Not the treadmill-running, tennis-playing kind of athletic, but the mixed martial arts, eat big men alive kind of athletic; although you would never know it by looking at her very feminine form. But she was a tough lady, she had to be. Many woman police and security officers relied on their sidearms for protection—Gina didn't have to. It was there, if she needed it, but for the day she didn't have it, she was ready.
    The first clue there was a problem, came when Gina heard two sharp thunking sounds on the hull of the Sparrow . People in any kind of vessel, whether sailing ship, starship or airplane, all react badly when they hear loud, unexplained noises on their hull.
    She looked around the cabin. Nothing else seemed to be out of the ordinary.
    Over the intercom came the Captain’s voice, “Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats with your full acceleration-harnesses fastened.”
    That was disturbing news. Typically full harnesses were reserved for emergencies like loss of artificial gravity. She still felt her one-hundred and forty pounds pressing in to the seat, so gravity wasn't the issue.
    Next came a hissing sound, followed by a metallic banging on the top of the hull, in the direction of the Sparrow’s cockpit. With a clang , she saw a section of the hull fall through the top of the ship, but the atmosphere in the cabin was stable. Through all this, Gina remained dead calm.
    She thought it was possible another ship docked with the Sparrow. Some emergency perhaps?
    The passengers were yelling and getting panicky. Thoughts of terrorists hi-jacking planes from previous centuries came to Gina’s mind, as well as pirates from even further back.
    She had a feeling some bad-shit was about to go down, and decided to act. She unfastened her harness and dropped down to the floor, keeping an eye on the hole in the ceiling. A tall man, Alfar maybe, dropped through the hole, holding a rifle of some type. He had a strange pale blue complexion.
    In her peripheral vision, and through reflections on metallic surfaces, she saw a flash of dark purple light, then dozens of the passengers around her dropped to the floor. She looked across the aisle and noted several people; they appeared to be unconscious. The big man fired several more times as he walked down the aisles. Must be some kind of stun-gun, she thought. She lay absolutely still.
    The big man walked back up the aisle toward the hole and shouted something. A smaller man, also a pale blue Alfar, dropped down. Not holding a gun, she noticed. The two Alfar began speaking. The smaller one seemed to levitate back up through the hole, then the larger one started dragging the immobile passengers under the hole. Once there, they began to float up through the hole. Gina remained still, and quiet, waiting for some opportunity to act.
    When the big Alfar got to her, she remained quiet and limp. She let him drag her to the hole, then she felt herself lose all feeling of weight and began floating up through the hole in the Sparrow’s hull, then through a hatch of some sort; was she in another ship?
    Through a narrow slit between her eyelashes she saw the smaller Alfar moving people into a rough group, almost a pile, a few feet away from where he was standing. She let him grab her and move her toward the rest of the passengers while she scoped out her surroundings.
    She was in another ship, but didn’t see or hear any other Alfar. There was almost no gravity on the side of