Cover Text: "Any luck sorting out the scanners?" " None sir. There's too much debris. I can't tell what's an active ship and what's scrap metal." " Thirty seconds to jump-down sir." " Sound the alert. Regin, I want constant reports from the other three carriers." " Twenty seconds." " All Pilots! Prepare to launch." The Admiral's formidable voice dropped to...
From the back cover: FIRST CONTACT 'Alright, people, settle down. We haven't got a clue about what we're up against here. What we believe to be advance elements of their main fleet encountered one of our patrols yesterday morning. Friendly contact was lost, but not before we got an N-sweep of the aggressor vessels," the Ops Commander took a deep breath....
From the back cover: Escorts do the grunt work.. " Yeee-Haw!" came the scream across the headset. " Pipe down; Mike, some of us are trying to concentrate!" Will yelled back as he squeezed off another salvo of missiles toward the fleeing Imperial Nighthawks. "We have 'em on the run. Don't let 'em get away." "They're trying to use that moon for cover." "...
Cover text: "THERE I WAS..." " ...screaming down on the wounded Black Widow," he said, raising his voice over the noise of the crowd. "Splattergun fire streaked past me, but I shrugged it off and closed letting loose with my Minigun. The slugs ripped wide the holes my missiles had already made in their sorry hide. As they ejected, I opened the com for one...
From the back cover: GOT ANY COLLATERAL? The crowd fell silent as the powerful voice of President Martinez echoed across Espan space. " The economic problems of Espan are caused by one factor: dependence on outside houses for assistance, most notably the,Kashmere Commonwealth. Reparation payments and lost tariffs are draining the Espan Economy... " ...all...
From the front cover: ID flags appeared under the blips on Rand's screen as the Commander's voice broke the silence. "Two Glaives coming in range. Hold your torps! They are out of protobolts and there is no way they can tag us with their Plazguns from this..." He was cut off as an lon Ram from the lead Glaive slammed into his ship. The second Glaive...
From the back cover: ONE PERSON'S JUNK... The wormhole blossomed to starboard as Keom's ship passed Dagon's moon. He swung his Salamander around, heading straight for it. " What are you doing?" yelled Falkirk from the gunner's seat. " 1 know what I'm doing. Just keep those Vipers off our butt." " But that thing's unstable! Are you absolutely nuts? It'll...
From the back cover: A ball of panic surged in Justin's throat as the wounded Muskellunge appeared within the Ink Cloud off the port side of his Rattler. Though his HUD wouldn't track through that black chemical soup, he opened up with his Splatterguns. No hit. Seconds later his boards lit up as the commander's Falcon achieved an accurate scan pinpointing...
From the back cover: Fighter pilot Yasmine "Jazz" K'yonar waited in the darkness of the tiny, converted cargo bay-the orange glow from her Marut's displays the only comforting light. Impatiently she thrummed the console near the launch button, waiting for the deployment light that would signal her entrance into the battle outside. She heard nothing, but...
From the back cover: Guttman's battle orders boomed from the com units of the Sigurd Carrier Wing T-01 "Thor's Hammer." There was no sound of doubt or fear, only fury that the Brood would enter Midgard space. "Bach's Symphony, break to intercept the forward elements. Odin's Anvil proceed with me to primary targets. Make them pay with blood, no Brood...
From the back cover: RULES OF WARFARE II " Ha!" screamed Erik as disrupter gun fire flashed through the space beside his Marut. With just a squeeze his impulse gun scored a ravaging hit against the offending Chupacabra. The mangled Chupy tumbled through space scattering un-launched missiles like a trail of breadcrumbs behind it. With a flick of his wrist...