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United Nations Special Operations Command sent an elite expeditionary force of soldiers and pilots out on a simple recon mission, and somehow along the way they sparked an alien civil war. Now the not-at-all-merry band of pirates is in desperate trouble, again. Their stolen alien starship is falling apart, thousands of light years from home. The ancient alien AI they nicknamed Skippy is apparently dead, and even if they can by some miracle revive him, he might never be the same.

Zero Hour by Ray Bradbury is a haunting science fiction short story that blurs the line between childhood fantasy and apocalyptic reality.

Nachdem die riesige Durana in einer Wüstenebene von New Mexico abgestürzt ist, richten sich die Augen vieler Parteien auf das havarierte Schiff und auf die Erde. Machtparteien der Menschen, der Akkato und zahlreiche kleine Gruppierungen, von denen man bisher kaum etwas wusste, treten in den Kampf ein, der gegen die Akkato geführt wird und das Schicksal der Erde für immer verändern könnte. Zudem verfügt Serwan Brooks über ein Geheimnis, das die Zukunft der Menschheit zum Guten wenden und das Sonnensystem von der Herrschaft der Akkato befreien könnte.

Dowództwo SEONZ wysłało na prostą misję zwiadowczą elitarnych żołnierzy i pilotów, a ci wywołali wojnę domową między kosmitami. Teraz Niezbyt Wesoła Banda Piratów znów ma kłopoty. Ich wykradziony obcym okręt zaczyna się sypać tysiące lat świetlnych od domu, Skippy nie daje oznak życia, a nawet jeśli uda się go wskrzesić, starożytna SI może już nigdy nie być taka sama.

Earth becomes too hot for Jake Bayard. Too many shape-shifting aliens and people, including those on his own side, are trying to capture him in order to use his star-traveling abilities for their own greedy ends. Bayard flees to Kaldar, a world devastated by atomic war and lousy with mutated rat-men and the Dark Brotherhood. At first, he’s just trying to stay alive. Then, he uncovers a mystery, one that, incredible as it seems, reaches all the way back to Earth. It could mean the alien enslavement of everyone, which means that Bayard is fighting for more than just his own survival.

Black Ops - the intelligence arm of the Meridian Alliance Fleet came calling with an offer Henricksen couldn't refuse: a ship - an entire squadron of ships, actually - and crew to command. A chance to get back to the stars. Too bad he didn't ask more questions before accepting the assignment. Too bad no one told him just how dangerous this particular skunkworks project was. They call the ship the RV-N: Reconnaissance Vessel-Non-combat, Raven for short. A stealth ship - fast, and maneuverable, and brutal as hell.

Minka Shokat only needs two things in life: her fourth-generation Wayfarer spaceship, and her two best friends and crewmates by her side. Anjali and Tex were the only people to stand by her after she was falsely branded a traitor and kicked out of Central Command five years ago. Since then, Minka has kept as far from Command as the galaxy will allow. Working with her friends on their own terms beats flying warships any day. But keeping her junker of a ship flying takes money - money that Minka and her crew don't have.

Макс наконец-то узнал, для чего была нужна временная петля и кто ее на самом деле запустил. Вот только стало ли ему от этого легче? Вряд ли....

Before he was the super confident, snarky AI saving Siv Gendin and his friends’ bacon on a regular basis, Silky worked with his first human companion, Eyana Ora, an Empathic Services agent. This was the mission where it all began. Two centuries before the Fall of the Benevolence. A simple covert mission to spy on the Krixis, a telepathic alien race, turns into a desperate bid to save mankind when Silky and Eyana uncover a plot to use a secret super-weapon. But the weapon, a lost piece of ancient technology, holds secrets that neither side expected.

Sergeant Riot was protecting the world from an alien invasion one minute, only to wake up in a mental institution the next. She isn’t sure what’s going on, but she’s going to crack skulls until she gets to the bottom of it. Most of the patients at the institute are what one might expect from this sort of facility: some are manic, some are weird, and some are full of drool. The wardens are strict, but they’re not used to handling the caliber of crazy that Riot brings to the table.