Once thought destroyed, a dangerous enemy has returned, bringing with them weapons of immeasurable power to finish the job they originally failed to complete. Attacking from the shadows, they threaten to destroy and conquer the galaxy one race at a time and bring the new Galactic Alliance to its knees. To stop this threat, the Alliance, the Society and the nine races must work together to find this enemy and destroy them before they can achieve their goal of galactic conquest.
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In this book everything that has been building for the previous three books comes to a head. A dark evil has appeared in the galaxy, one thought long dead, and Earthfleet is once again thrown headlong into the battle to save not just Earth, but now the entire galaxy as well.
With the rise of the new Alliance of Worlds, Earth has been given equal standing among all the races of the galaxy, but the Nyuishians have bigger plans for them that even that, as they draw them into a union of the nine races which are intent on stopping this evil, but doing so in secret so as not to upset the already delicate balance of power, and political stability in the galaxy. But this grand united stand of Earth and the nine races may also be their last, because if they fail, the galaxy is doomed.
An Angalorian commander stood on the command deck of his small defensive outpost and studied the stars beyond.
“How much longer until our tour is over, sir?” whined one of his subordinates.
The commander twitched his wolf like ears and growled slightly as he gave the junior officer a piercing glance. The subordinate folded his ears back and cringed slightly.
“Why do they always send me these whiny, sniveling, dregs of society, instead of the true patriots of war?” thought the commander.
Just then his ears perked up and began shifting from side to side as he caught the faint sound of a console beeping. He hoped this would signal the start of something exciting. They could use a change of pace. Duty on this defensive station was boring at best, and mind numbingly uneventful at worst. Even though his commanders preferred things that way, he felt more at home in places where there was action every moment of every day. If nothing else, it kept him from having to suffer under the torture of abject boredom.
“Commander, sensors are picking up an unusual anomaly in the nearby inner solar region,” said one of the crewmen.
The commander growled in frustration. His hopes had been lifted briefly, only to be dashed to pieces moments later. Inner solar anomalies were common in this area. In fact, they were so common that he was curious why the crewman had even bothered to say anything at all.
“What kind of anomaly is it?” he asked with dreaded anticipation of a potential mediocrity.
“Unknown, sir. The readings have an inter-dimensional signature to them.”
The commander's ears perked up with interest as his eyes locked onto the crewman.
“Elaborate,” he said.
“I can't, sir. I don't know how to explain this.”
The commander quickly stepped over to the crewman's station and studied his sensor display.
“There's over a hundred of them, all scattered across this small area here,” said the crewman as he pointed at the screen.
The commander's long, bushy tail flitted briefly with excitement.
“Can you get a clearer picture?” he asked.
The crewman was just about to answer when the console began flashing a long list of other notices. This caught the attention of the other crewmen, who began popping up from their chairs like prairie dogs in an effort to see what was happening.
“What is that!?” cried one crewman as he pointed out a nearby window.
The commander turned and noticed a field of glowing blue disks that were rapidly growing in number just half a mile away. His eyes narrowed slightly.
“Wait a second. Something's not right,” he said, more to himself than anyone else.
Suddenly, a large group of unmarked starships emerged from the disks and opened fire on the station. The commander's eyes went wide in horror.
“SHIELDS!” he cried.
But it was too late. A barrage of torpedoes impacted the station moments later, shattering it like dust. The ships then stopped not far from the disks and waited for the rest of their compatriots to join them. When all were assembled, they turned and headed for the planet. When they returned a mere twenty minutes later, all that remained of the once heavily populated Angalorian colony was smoldering, shattered rubble, and blackened, scotched earth. The unmarked ships soon slipped back through the disks and were gone.
Moments after the last ship had vanished, the disks themselves faded away to nothing. When an Angalorian task force arrived two weeks later to investigate why the colony had not reported in recently, they found that it had been obliterated. Of the two million colonists that had once populated the planet, none remained alive. The only clue the task force found that pointed to the identity of the attackers was a small silver canister, inside of which was a ragged cloth scroll. On it were two simple sentences in galactic standard script. It read, “Blood for blood. Ashes for ashes.”