Bøger af Andrew Beery

Personal Log: 2488 was the year the Galactic Coalition of Planets was reborn. The original birth of the GCP many centuries ago was a painful process... I know... I was there. Her rebirth was no different. The result, however was a new creation... a creation that learned from past injustices and was the stronger for it. The new Galactic Coalition of Planets would survive for a thousand years... and I would live to see most of it.

I watched as the alien weapon's neutronium hull fractured, and then, exploded. The antimatter driven explosion engulfed the remaining three ships. Even neutronium is not impervious to antimatter. In one final act of love, my wife had saved us. A piece of my heart died that day in the Paradise system. In a way, the wound never healed. I learned to live with it. I raised our son as best I could. I carried out the mission. But I missed the woman who represented everything good in my life. I took comfort in the knowledge that I would see her again. All the power in the universe would not be enough to crush a soul like hers. Yes, we would meet again. Of that, I was sure.

For generations, the Riker men have been the best of the best. For the Battleborn that comes with a cost. I spit out the blood in my mouth. ***I had to give the other guy credit. That was a fine right hook. Every bit as good as my mom used to give me. Of course, the best right hooks were the ones I landed on the other guy rather than the ones the other guy landed on me. My dear departed mother had always taught me it was better to give than receive. It's unlikely that her cherished advice was meant to apply to bar fights but then she wasn't a big fan of bars or fights in general. My name is Tad Riker. I serve as a tactical weapons officer for the Wolves. I'm Battleborn.