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Category: Science Fiction
Description: One conspiracy. Two reluctant heroes. A meeting that will alter the fate of billions of lives? On long-term leave from the UESF, Fleet Commander John Thompson is drifting through life until an old war buddy-turned-politician swoops in and shatters his carefully constructed illusion of contentment. In fewer than fifteen minutes, John's worries go from avoiding the attentions of a professor with marital baggage to saving the human race - again. Done with ships, and space, and fighting wars, John insists on maintaining his civilian persona for the duration of the mission. However, adjusting to life on board a warship proves more complicated than he imagined. John is horrified to discover he actually enjoys aspects of a journey he thought would be hell. Of course, anything that seems too good to be true always is. A disaster with a quantum generator vaporizes nine crewmembers--including the captain and executive officer. In addition, his secret is blown out an airlock when Diplomatic Officer Rebeccah Santiago gains access to his confidential records. With the mission on the line, John must decide: refuse to take command of the Firestorm and jeopardize the operation by allowing someone unqualified to take over, or take command and go against every vow he made after the war. Oh, and save humanity while he's at it.
eBook Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc., 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [356 KB]
Words: 72692
Reading time: 207-290 min.

Grock's eyes shone with excitement. "I can't believe a human is coming here. And my best hatch-mate is the important agent who gets to meet it."

Kree ran his hands over his skull. Grock completely missed the point. Avians, very rough and uncouth avians, knew about his communications with the humans. They'd hurt and scared him. Somehow he doubted they were trying to help him preserve the peace.

"Can I come too?"

"What?" Kree yelled, then lowered his voice. "Are you shell-cracked? I don't know who these fellows are, but you can be guaranteed they're up to no good. I can't drag you into this."

"But you're going to meet a human. A real live human. With soft, mushy skin." Grock rose and began to scan his news clippings. "I suppose the human will be clothed. I wonder, how will you tell its gender? Is it possible to tell humans apart without examining their genitals?"

Kree lowered his head into his palms and let out an exasperated peep. He almost wished he were back in the alley with the ruffian. Almost.