Military Space Opera

The Blaze are getting their direction and technology from those who had driven the Progenitors from the galaxy. The Vestrall. Leviathan takes his select humans to the frontlines in Earth's war with the Blaze Collective to collect intelligence on where to find the Vestrall. The Blaze aren't forthcoming. They go farther, a thousand light-years behind enemy lines to a planet that used to be important. It's no longer the home of the Vestrall, but of a biomechanical race that is little more than drones.

With the invading aliens temporarily driven from Human-and-NeHaw-occupied space, all the races are using the pause to recover and rebuild, both friend and foe alike. For the NeHaw, that means pressuring the Earth to allow them to rebuild and rearm their fleet from the Wawobash shipyards, a risk that could easily backfire. For Jake, the lingering concerns of a lost crew with the un-activated Artificial Life installed in the captured saucer still dominate his thoughts.

HUMANITY THOUGHT THEY COULD RUN. THEY WERE WRONG. In the 23rd century, a series of unprovoked attacks from an unseen alien power render Earth uninhabitable. A fraction of humanity make a desperate escape in an enormous ship known as the Gaea Ark. They rush across the stars on a treacherous journey to a new home on humanity's farthest colony. It's the ultimate First Contact gone wrong ... and it's not over yet. As enemies—alien and otherwise—attack the ship, divisions within threaten to tear it apart. Welcome aboard the Ark, where there are as many secrets as there are survivors. It's ...

Soldiers of the Terran Armor Corps wage war across the stars. Wired into mechanized battle suits, they fight the terrifying battles which must be won, no matter the cost. Their deeds are legend, their reputation feared by the enemies of Earth and her allies, but how the Corps forges young men and women into mighty warriors is shrouded by mystery. Roland Shaw lost his parents to war, he volunteers for the Armor Corps to honor their memory and discover just how far he can push himself.

The last reward Kira Demirci expected for heroism in a time of war was to spend the rest of her life dodging assassins - but when her government betrays her as part of their surrender, she and her comrades flee the star system of Apollo to the edge of civilized space. The Syntactic Cluster is disorganized, disunified, and in desperate need of the nova fighters Kira smuggled out of Apollo with her. With an entire squadron supposed to follow in her wake, it falls to her to build a new home for her comrades.

The Lanaktallan Unified Council has surrendered unconditionally, with Dreams of Something More overseeing the entire surrender process. The Telkan and Leebaw Gestalts begin exploring the SUDS digital universe, V Corps has rotated out for refit and troop rotation. General Trucker, fresh off of his victory, is placed under arrest and put on trial. The Atrekna push their attack across the Galactic Arm Spur. All the while, Vuxten teeters on the edge of losing himself to Enragement. Can Lady Keena pull him back from the brink? (This work covers chapters 544 to 585.5 of the 1000+ chapters of the ...

All Thorn wanted was to be a Battle Mage. He had the talent, and his whole future was before him. On the day of Choosing, he finds things don't always go as planned. Suddenly Thorn's life is thrown into fast forward, and he finds himself in a world not of his own choosing. In a world of spaceships and blasters, instead of horses and swords, Thorn needs to adapt and survive, make new allies, and rediscover that although nothing is familiar, he's still a Mage, and pirates and slavers beware.

GSW - a.k.a. a gunshot wound - back to front. That’s what landed me in Sophie’s operating room after a black op went to hell. After I bled out, she “volunteered” me for Project Angel, a top-secret program determined to revive KIAs with alien tech. I became their first success. Fast-forward to Armageddon: Demons are everywhere. Bodies even more so. After some intense fighting, we’ve reached the hospital where she worked. The place looks grim, but I’m not about to stop searching for the angel who saved my life.

The story continues. The Brotherhood of the Light only cares about one thing, removing every single vampire from the verse. Now that they know a new threat has entered Earth Republic's space they will send their finest warriors to deal with it. Captain Drake has problems of his own. He opened the box. Never, ever, open the box.Now he has to deal with the consequences of his actions before his crew pays the ultimate price.

The lines. No ship can traverse the void without them. Only linesmen can work with them. But only Ean Lambert hears their song. And everyone thinks he's crazy.... Most slum kids never go far, certainly not becoming a level 10 linesman like Ean. Even if he's part of a small and unethical cartel, and the other linesmen disdain his self-taught methods, he's certified and working. Then a mysterious alien ship is discovered at the edges of the galaxy.

The situation on Telkan has become desperate, the Unified Civilized Council has struck at the Terran Confederacy of Aligned Systems, their allies, and any Terran civilization they can locate. The diplomat Dreams of Something More has found herself discovering terrible secrets, and even worse things are approaching to challenge all of the players. The Cygnus-Orion Galactic Arm Spur is rapidly descending into open warfare between the Precursor Autonomous War Machines, the Unified Civilized Council, the Terran Confederacy of Aligned Systems, the Dwellerspawn, and whoever is willing to pick up ...

Dr. Beth Parker is a space archaeologist, documenting the history of planetary expansion and colonization for Kalok Enterprises and the Interplanetary Mining Guild. A piece of alien technology embeds itself in Beth's arm, giving her the ability to see the energy impressions of long-ago people and events. When Beth uncovers proof of genocide that could bring down the big mining companies, she's the target of assassins. Wyatt makes a split-second decision to intervene, launching them both into a high-stakes cat-and-mouse game with some of the most powerful organizations in the system.

The Cygnus-Orion Galactic Arm Spur is being devoured by warfare. The vile Atrekna have launched a second spoked offensive despite the fact the first one was blunted. However, this time the Confederacy is ready to defend the tens of thousands of stellar systems threatened. Operation Iron Piglet and Atomite Djinn pit the Confederacy against the Atrekna in a no holds barred slug-fest. The Confederacy knows that the Atrekna have to be stopped completely and then rooted out. There is no choice but to throw everything at defending the worlds the Atrekna attack. And even liberate the ones that ...

The 200 years' (and counting) peace was a time of tranquility that hasn't been seen since...well, ever. Mankind in the Galactic Age had finally conquered war, so what was left for the military to do but drink and barbecue? That's the kind of military that Sergeant R. Wilson Rogers lived in before he left the fleet to become a smuggler. But it turns out that smuggling is hard. Like getting-arrested-for-dealing-with-pirates-and-forced-back-into-service kind of hard.

Frustrated by restrictive rules, maverick warship commander, Dalton Reeves, has crossed the line one time too many. Disciplined for violating orders, Reeves is packed off to “The Abyss”–a dangerous and isolated space city named Concord Station, and officially the worst assignment in the galaxy.

Karen Drayson was a rising star in the Terran Fighter Corps. But being a woman and a star in the Terran military was a problem. Banished to command an old cruiser and sent out on pirate patrol, she’s been recalled home early. After two years away, she and her crew need a rest. But what they need, and expect is there, is not what awaits them. What Karen’s about to find will completely redefine the term, ‘Glass Ceiling’. The Hunter Imperium Universe Is best read in this order: The Spacemage Chronicle Yesterday's Spacemage Today's Spacemage Tomorrow's Spacemage The Hunter Legacy ...

Zac was the most senior REV alive, a miracle of science and a legend in the Corps. His job was to be the battering ram for the Marines, the first in while revved up on NT-4. During a Run, he was a mindless killing machine, dangerous to both foe and friend alike. But something was happening to Zac. Long after most other REVs were dead, burned out or "retired", Zac was growing stronger, more powerful. He was also doing what no REV had ever done before during a Run. He was beginning to think.

Gunnery Sergeant Torin Kerr was a Confederation Marine's marine. She'd survived more deadly encounters---and kept more of her officers and enlistees alive---than anyone in the Corps, and she was determined to keep that record intact. But since her last mission, she'd been sidelined into endless briefings and debriefings with no end in sight. So, of course, she'd jumped at the chance to go to Crucible---the Marine Corps training planet---as a temporary aide to Major Svensson.

No-one comes in peace. Every being in the galaxy wants something, and is willing to take it by force. The Hedalt were no different. They came from the distant reaches of the galaxy to wage war. Their fleet wanted to take Earth for its prize, but we were ready. We were stronger. For years, we fought them, ship-to-ship, until we scattered their forces and drove them back. Pursuing the Hedalt fleet to their home world, we delivered the decisive blow. We nuked their planet and wiped them out for good. Or so we thought.

From the moment she took a job on Captain Caldswell's doomed ship, Devi Morris's life has been one disaster after another: government conspiracies, two alien races out for her blood, an incurable virus that's eating her alive. Now, with the captain missing and everyone—even her own government—determined to hunt her down, things are going from bad to impossible. The sensible plan would be to hide and wait for things to blow over, but Devi's never been one to shy from a fight, and she's getting mighty sick of running.