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On the forge world of Morod, the machines never stop and the work never ends. The population toils in the mines and factoria to protect humanity from the monsters in the void, while the Adeptus Mechanicus enjoy lives of palatial comfort. Genetor Gammat Triskellian seeks to end this stagnant corruption. When he learns of a twisted congregation operating within the shadows, one which believes that the tech-priests are keeping people from their true salvation, he sees in them an opportunity to bring down Morod's masters and reclaim the world in the name of progress.

The first major alien offensive against Earth has been blunted, winning humanity time to deploy new weapons and prepare new tactics as Earth's space navies prepare to take the offensive. But the enigmatic aliens have plans of their own - a full-scale attack on Earth that will either win the war in a single stroke or lose it. The stakes have never been so high. The fate of humanity itself is in the balance.

The planet Golgotha - supposedly lifeless - resides in a remote star system, far from those inhabited by human colonists. It is home to an enigmatic machinelike structure called the Blood Spire, which has already brutally and systematically claimed the lives of one starship crew that attempted to uncover its secrets.

On a war torn Earth, the mighty Nova Alliance is the last defense against the treacherous Coalition. At the heart of this defense are the Engines—formidable, genetically enhanced soldiers. Under the command of the legendary Captain Akira Hayashi, the elite Shadow Squad has defended the frontlines for years. But just as victory seems imminent, the Coalition strikes hard, targeting the very sites meant to heal the wounded planet.

Die Ruhar griffen uns am Columbus Day an. Wir trieben auf unserer kleinen blauen Murmel durch den Kosmos–arglos, wie die amerikanischen Ureinwohner im Jahr 1492. Dann tauchten am Horizont Raumschiffe einer technisch überlegenen Spezies auf. Und–BAM!–war die gute alte Zeit vorbei. Jene Zeit, als wir Menschen uns nur gegenseitig töteten. Also Columbus Day–Kolumbustag. Das passt.

Andrew and Kendra have learned what’s on the other side of the ridge, but it leaves them with more questions than answers. Their colony has turned into a dictatorship under the thumb of its delusional self-appointed leader, the Reverend, making their lives a living nightmare. With a plan in place and help from their new allies, the group plans to sneak out of the colony and make contact with their new neighbors. But nothing in Eden is ever as simple as it seems.

Kendra, Andrew, and the other survivors arrive with Lewis Hound’s chosen people at an unfamiliar planet with more questions than answers: how did they get there? Where did all of the advanced technology come from? And is this really Proxima B Centauri? The colony ship breaks into sections and makes an emergency landing amidst a meteor shower, and Lewis Hound, Eden’s enigmatic leader, goes missing.

The band's Tokyo concert is turning out to be more trouble than it's worth. Topper is doing his best to work things out. Snitz's dad shows up, with a problem. The girls manage to find friends. Come find out about all of this, and more besides.

When Manchester Yards donates a new training vessel to the Merchant Officer Academy at Port Newmar, Alys Giggone recalls the Chernyakova. She wants Ishmael Wang and his crew to take a crew of cadets into the Deep Dark. They have to sort out the crews of two ships, figure out what lessons they need to teach, and who will get those lessons. Once they agree, the trouble starts.

Three months after leaving Earth, the URSS Alabama had just achieved cruise velocity when the accident occurred: Leslie Gillis woke up. His first lucid thought was, Thank God, I made it. His next thought was, Something's wrong. Everyone was still asleep. Everyone except himself.

On the moon, Ronin Hayashi trains to protect the colonies from the inevitable invasion of the machines. While he prepares to stand his ground, Sergeant Tadhg Walsh is planning an escape mission to deliver a weapon to the resistance on Earth. At Neptune Station, Captain Akira Hayashi and Shadow Squad have returned from a deadly journey into enemy territory, where they learn the machines are building an army at an astonishing rate. After continued attempts to contact the Lunar Defense Corps for help, Shadow Squad accepts the hard truth—the LDC isn’t coming.

Las visualizaciones y la audiencia están por las nubes… El público quiere más, y los peligros de la mazmorra aumentan con cada día que pasa. Carl y Princesa Dónut van a tener que esforzarse al máximo si quieren sobrevivir a una trituradora diseñada para masacrar oleadas de rastreadores como ellos.

Suspended high above a dying Earth at Space Station Delta, the light ship Altares readies to launch for mankind's first intergalactic mission to the stars. Neighbouring Alpha Centauri is the destination for the crew of five comprised of the Masters and Bowen families, whose aim is to bring back hope to an overcrowded and desperate planet. But almost from the moment they launch, the crew finds itself in mortal jeopardy.

Los Rujarras atacaron el Día de Colón. Habíamos navegado con inocencia por el cosmos en nuestra pequeña canica azul, como si fuéramos nativos americanos en 1492. Varias naves aparecieron en el horizonte, representantes de una cultura agresiva y avanzada y, ¡zas!, los viejos días en los que los humanos nos matábamos unos a otros se fueron por el desagüe—en el Día de Colón. Tiene sentido.

I ruhar ci colpirono nel Giorno di Colombo. Eccoci là, a vagabondare ignari nel cosmo sulla nostra piccola biglia blu, come i nativi americani nel 1492. Da oltre la linea dell'orizzonte, giunsero navi provenienti da una cultura aggressiva e tecnologicamente avanzata. E BAM! Addio bei vecchi tempi in cui noi umani ci ammazzavamo gli uni con gli altri. Ecco perché viene chiamato il Giorno di Colombo. Calza a pennello.

Les Ruhars nous ont attaqués le jour même de Christophe Colomb... On était là, à dériver innocemment dans le cosmos sur notre petite bille bleue, exactement comme les Américains d'origine en 1492. Et voilà qu'à l'horizon avaient surgi des navires d'une civilisation agressive technologiquement supérieure et... BOUM ! Adieu le bon vieux temps, adieu les temps "bénis" où les humains n'étaient jamais massacrés que par leurs propres congénères. Alors… Le Jour de Christophe Colomb ? Mais que voulez-vous. On ne peut vraiment pas dire mieux.