That may have also been the reason that the story seemed to end too quickly for me, as well.
There was a bit of overtelling, here:
stating almost exactly what had just been said just a few paragraphs previously."Wait! Wait!" Geoff interrupted. "Slow down. Let me get this straight." He thought for a moment. "You're saying that fifty years ago Max somehow slipped past security to get on the Soigné Voyage where he had an affair with Margaret Conway right under the nose of her husband. When the explosion took place her husband died, Max was frozen, and she survived to give birth to Philip Conway, one of the most influential men in the universe. Is that right?"
Also,
To which I can't help thinking, "Bartender! There's hair in my drink! A whole lot of it!" Of course, the word the author wanted is "coiffed." Damned homophones, anyway. This word is a little ill-fitted for describing a male, anyway -- the author should have just gone with "Werewolves of London" and said, "his hair was perfect." I don't think there's anything wrong with borrowing a phrase that's that good.his light brown hair was neatly quaffed.
This story does appeal to me in one way, though; I'm a sucker for stories about space legends (I wrote one myself). I wish this one had done a little better job.