"This is the fifth book in a series so if you're planning on startinghere, stop now and pick up the first four. You won't be disappointed.I'm a big fan of the space/war/star trek-esque genre. This series haslived up to everything I was hoping it would be. The plot is there,along with the great descriptive action sequences, and it continues notonly through each book, but the series as a whole. This is a great bookand a better series." by TheSizzler
From the Inside Flap
"All ships; activate Corvusand engage the enemy. Attack and pursue at will."
He looked to Roxana whosaid nothing. She just nodded in acknowledgement and continued passing on hisorders to each of the officers. Even Xenophon was impressed at her speed andefficiency. They were working well as a tactical team. He looked to his leftand then to the right as the battle reached its climax. For the first minuteeven he had his doubts. The heavy Carduchian fighters were right in amongst hisships now, but that was just what he wanted.
"Xenophon, look," saidRoxana.
He followed her hand andspotted a heavy fighter snared by a Terran torpedo boat. It was locked againstthe bow of the larger vessel.
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Torpedo Boat 'Firestorm', Terran Rearguard, Carduchian Wilderness
The breaching mouth pumpedsuperheated plasma against the plating of the Carduchian ship. It took just afew seconds, and the chamber filled with the noxious gas, tearing open a holewith a terrifying screaming sound. Then it stopped, and a dull tone announcedthe bridge between the torpedo boat and the heavy fighter was ready.
"Follow me!" cried outPentarchos Orestis.
He was a well-builtPlataean from that violent border region between Attica and Laconia. His peoplehad been a pawn to both sides, and more recently with interest from theBoeotian League. That violence now burst from the man as he led his five-manpempas squad directly into the fighter. The pempas consisted of an odd mixtureof two spatharii and a trio of lighter armed stratiotes. None used shielding,and they moved inside with speed and aggression.
"Kill them all!" continuedthe Pentarchos.
He was first through thebreach and stepped over the mangled and partially melted remains of aCarduchian man. He ignored the body and pushed inside. It was small, not muchbigger than a shuttle, yet two Carduchians waited with firearms at the ready.One missed an arm, and both were bleeding profusely. Pentarchos Orestis chargedat them with his kopis blade swinging in his right hand, and his pulse pistolblasting away in his left. The sight of the Terran dressed in heavy armor andbearing down on them must have stunned them because the only shot they firedmanaged to miss and struck the ceiling. In the next few seconds both of thecrew were butchered in a series of wicked cuts and stabs.
"Good work," saidPentarchos Orestis.
He looked to his comrades,all of which bore the blood splatter of the attack.
"That's how Terrans fight."
The youngest stratiotes,bearing the insignia of the Night Blades smiled.
"Up close, and in theirfaces."
Pentarchos Orestis laughed.