By Honor Betray'd: Mageworlds #3
Galcen has fallen. the gap strength is damaged and scattered. the planets of the previous Republic are dashing to make peace with the successful Mages.
All that continues to be is mopping up. Minor information. A privateer or , a couple of Adepts who stay alive and at the run, and the hereditary ruler of a dull planet.
Beka Rosselin-Metadi, the final Domina of misplaced Entibor, possesses little greater than a well-known identify and a well-known send. With them she needs to salvage what she will from the wreckage of the Republic. Her enemies are too many to count number, her pals too few to make a distinction. she will be able to belief not anyone other than herself, her crew--and the kin she ran clear of years before.
Beka has assets few suspect: a hidden base, a protracted forgotten oath, and a useless man's legacy. yet she has difficulties in addition; for in a universe long gone mad, neither buddies nor enemies are all that they could seem.
A play that started in treachery and blood years earlier than has reached its ultimate act. A damaged galaxy might be sundered without end, otherwise made whole.
Outer door slid close at the back of them. The lock was once large, taking goodbye to traverse that Beka felt the altering strain make the joints of her go well with develop looser as she walked. the interior doorways of the lock slid open and the soldiers round her stopped. They got rid of their helmets to bare disconcertingly usual males and women-a bit at the brief aspect, such a lot of them, through Republic standards-with the collars of brown uniforms peeking from the necks in their matches. The ranks in entrance of her parted and she or he.
i will select that,” he stated. “I believe it’s additionally unlikely-even if the Mages did find out about the coordinates-that they’d assign a unit right here simply at the off probability that we'd sometime choose to appear. however, the following they are.” “Here they are,” LeSoit agreed. “But Tarveet isn’t the single you’re having a look for.” He laid down the scepter of flasks at the . “I’m the person who despatched them the message to return. final night.” “You son of a bitch,” Jessan stated. He had his blaster out and aimed. “I informed.
stated the sensor tech. “More devices chucking up the sponge of hyper, simply above the procedure, fringe of lively sensor diversity. no longer SF or Gyfferan. Tentative identification Mage.” “Commodore, we’re wasting hi-comms again,” stated the comms tech, in advance of the most conflict tank flickered and went darkish. “It’s the Mages, all right,” Jhunnei stated. “They’re here.” Mid-Commander Taleion escorted Beka during the passageways of Sword-of-the-Dawn. such a lot of them gave the look of ship’s passageways wherever, slender and labyrinthine, yet.
opposed to the issues the place the missiles had hit. Missiles and effort weapons jointly might strike inward, destroying the center of the send prior to the Mageworlders’ damage-control approach may possibly start its paintings. “Status of the remainder of the duty force?” Metadi requested. “No comms with anyone,” acknowledged the TAO. “Net Patrol?” “Based on what we observed, they have been getting shot up beautiful badly too. Karipavo was once hit, went darkish and introduced lifepods prior to we misplaced her.” “Right. pay attention to the target.” “Ten.
waiting for orders.” “Good,” stated Gil. “How quickly can they have the capacity to make a hyperspace jump?” “They document they’re prepared correct now.” “Even larger. the rest to report?” “Nothing, sir.” “Very good. prepare to raise for orbit; we’ll be with you in approximately ten minutes.” He clicked off the hyperlink and pocketed it back. “Let’s get moving,” he acknowledged to Jhunnei. “I are looking to be out of orbit and heading for hyper by means of neighborhood dawn-if Merrolakk hasn’t gotten involved with us prior to then, she’ll need to wait.