My Rating- 5 Meows It’s the cat’s hats!
Genre- Fiction, Science fiction, Military, Hard scifi
Gray motherships have penetrated Earth’s atmosphere. Intel suggests the aliens are searching for NOAHH, a Non-Organic Alien Human Hybrid, yet the Gray Agenda insinuates the aliens wish to subdue Humans; why, then, are they destroying Earth and evac ships?
Riley believes only the traveler can reveal the answer, but knowledge is never what one expects.
In the face of a new Lokian threat, two factions of Grays, an elusive Reptilian, and hybrids lurking within Earth’s own government, Phoenix Crew must gather old allies, forge new allegiances, and exterminate numerous threats all at once.
Is such a thing possible? Is there , really, any glory in war? Or is this the end of Earth?
Finally had a chance to sit down and read War and Glory, Lokians 3 by Aaron Dennis. What is there to say? Lots of aliens, cool futuristic tech, the space ships were awesome, everything progressed as it did in the previous two novels, and I totally loved it.
It starts off with Riley O’Hara apparently back with the Earth Navy, only he’s being court martialed for desertion, which–spoiler alert–happened at the end of Beyond the End of the World. The judge prattles on all about all the things that have led to the court martial including the series of events, which are then described in the book. So, like, the prologue glosses over the first two books, Beyond the End of the World, and They Lurk Among Us, and then the first chapter glosses over what will happen in War and Glory. I thought that was a cool idea.
The second chapter picks up right where They Lurk Among Us left off–spoiler alert–the Grays have stationed over Earth in order to retrieve NOAHH, the alien-robot hybrid thing. In the meantime, Earth is trying to evacuate civilians to Mars, which the aliens aren’t interested in taking over, though they do blow evac ships out of the sky. Since The Bureau is trying to coordinate with Earth, other human colonies, and the Thewls, they send Riley, Sasha, Ivan, Franklin, and Adams, to meet with General Matheson, recover some mysterious piece of alien technology, which I’m sad to say is never explained, but I’m guessing will be reintroduced in the next novel…? Right? There is going to be a next one, right?
Any-meow, it turns out that the Grays are more than just drones, they’re becoming self aware, are hybridizing with humans to evolve into a new race, are linked to another race of aliens, the reptilians, who are linked to the Ijij (the travelers) who had a hand in creating modern humans. Absolutely bonkers.
Riley and crew, in an effort to halt the Grays, team up with Korit and NOAHH to complete a number of tasks. For one, they need to blow up their own satellite weaponry because the Grays have gained control of it and are blasting human cities with it. Some of the Grays are also running a hybridization lab out of the Denver Airport. The crew also needs to take back the White House in order to neutralize the hybrids, which infiltrated Earth government. On top of all that, the only way to really stop the Grays is to get them off of Earth because all the added mass and volume of their alien ships is tearing the planet apart, and to force the aliens off of Earth can only be done by contacting the Reptilians, who seem to think the whole galaxy belongs to them.
From great characters, to amazing, and sometimes hillarious dialogue, to action packed battle sequences, this book has it all. I was not disappointed by Dennis. War and Glory really delivered a great closing to the ongoing story, but it opened up a new line of questions for me.
What are the Reptilians’ goals? Will they be invading Earth? Why don’t they exterminate the humans, or try to? What about the Lokians? They still seem to be the key to everything, and evidently, all because Riley traveled into subspace to kill them in the first book. It’s like, there’s the possibility that everything that’s happening in this book’s reality is an after effect of destroying the Lokians outside of reality, and now other realities might be crossing over. I, like, cat even, ’cause I’m all, like, Oh Meow God.
I do have to say, that while War and Glory was well written, fun, exciting, and the perfect addition to the series, I still prefer Beyond the End of the World. I don’t know. Maybe, because it was a totally new type of scifi for me, and now I’m used to the story and the writer’s style. There’s nothing wrong with War and Glory. It was really a perfect book, and I’ll probably be reading this whole scifi series again…waiting for the next one….
It’s an amazing book. Buy it. Buy the second one. The first one is free, so you don’t have an excuse. If you buy them through my blog, I get a cut of the sales, too. ^..^
Check out this excerpt:
The Teragon loomed over the White House. Raging winds blew, ripping trees from the ground. The torn trunks and fleeting leaves barreled down emptied streets. Pelting rain coupled with high speed gusts of wind sloshed water from the Potomac into nearby communities. Terrible weather had forced the civilians of Washington D.C. to evacuate before the first laser struck the ground.
It was unclear to the general public whether or not the White House itself had been evacuated. Like the Bank of the World building, it, too, was protected by a shimmering, green, force field. No one knew why the mother ships had stationed over the buildings or what was in store, but the platoon from Earth Air Force had received the command to stand down. Dismayed, their C.O. gave the order to return to the forward operating base.
A sudden light pushed through dark clouds. The retreating force turned to look. Behind the clouds was no blue sky. SALTS had powered on. A beam of concentrated, ultraviolet light came down onto the Teragon. The super heated photon beam was a blinding violet and well over ten feet in diameter. It struck clean through the alien vessel’s plating then impacted over the force field protecting the White House. Massive explosions tore the mother ship asunder.
Deafening rumbles and screeches of flaming, metal wreckage roared over the city. Immense chunks of alien refuse tumbled down the force field barrier and struck the muddy ground; grime shot into the air like a brown, volcanic upheaval. While cheers and shouts of victory washed over the fighting forces, several smaller vessels were revealed. Like a Betagon, Teragons consisted of multiple ships, and instead of looming over the government building, they all came apart and repositioned to encase the building.
Earth Air Force troops were aghast. With rifles gripped tightly, they looked on impotently. The Teragon was not finished providing surprises either. From the bottom most vessels, shock troops started their vicious march onto D.C. Then, other war ships, including Betagons, Zaligons, and squid-like crafts of silvery steel, took to the sky.
Orders to hold the line went around. Gunfire crackled and propulsion engines droned, but spreading news of the grave developments was top priority. A handful of pilots recorded the disarray until their crafts were knocked out of the sky by green beams.
Agents of The Bureau watched in horror as reports came in from other agents positioned around the world. Monitors both at the tables and on the walls of the war room showed the havoc in D.C. and other capitols. The Teragons all came apart to encase government buildings in massive constructs over a mile high and nearly a mile across. Worldwide pandemonium ensued as silvery crafts whizzed about the darkened skies, unleashing green beams of destruction over a terrified populace.
Several monitors went gray with static as The Bureau’s strategic position deteriorated. A hush grew over the war room, and the drone of the local Teragon rumbled through the building. Riley and his team turned to Hoover. The Director set his jaw. Riley detected a hint of something, some emotion. He’s scared…is that it?
“Director,” Riley asked.
Hoover nodded rhythmically then turned to address his agents. “Well, there you have it,” he started by throwing his hands up. “Those God damn fools just started a war.”
“If we had allowed communications, we might have been able to prevent this,” Riley argued.
“No, they still would have used their damn satellite.”
“We need to get out there and do something!” Riley demanded.
“Military forces on Earth will handle what they can, Mars forces are arriving as we speak, and I received word Admiral Yew is set to arrive before the day’s end,” Hoover said. “The real problem is the level of debris careening towards the ground, buildings, and whatever else. Even with help in the fight, all that steel has to go somewhere.”
“The real problem is people dying!” Sasha interjected.
Chatter grew over the immense room as the agents returned to their work. “Alright, enough of this, where do you need me,” Riley asked.
“Naturally, the first course of action is evacuation; Earth forces will handle that as best they can, so long as they can keep those vessels safe,” Hoover explained. “We still need to take out those enemy satellites, but the military has their hands full now. I can run this outfit on a skeleton crew, so I’m sending you to join the Thewls once more. The six of you can start by taking out one satellite while I send the rest of my agents to do the same. With some luck, we’ll be able to break the Gray’s communications. That should provide an opening to bring down their new strongholds.”
“Six of us,” Ivan asked.
“Take NOAHH,” Hoover ordered.
“Sir, what about our own satellite weaponry,” Adams asked as he furrowed his brow. Hoover shook his head, causing Adams to frown. “I see.”
“Well I don’t,” Sasha cut in.
“With the Teragon in place, we can’t communicate properly,” Franklin added.
Sasha gave a quick shrug indicating the explanation was insufficient.
“If we can’t communicate, we can’t control our satellites,” Adams clarified. “We may even give the Grays a chance to hack out systems….”
“Whatever, we’ll head out into space and hail Admiral Yew. We’ll ask for a pick up near Mars, and go from there,” Riley said.
“Well this is balls to the walls,” Franklin remarked, shaking his head.
“Let’s get armed and make our way to a ship,” Adams said, rolling his eyes.
Riley looked at NOAHH, who returned scrutiny. “C’mon, robot.”
“I am not a robot. I am a–”
“I know what you are! C’mon!”
Adams led them out of the war room and up a floor to subbasement B, armaments and supplies. They exited the elevator to a receiving department. An older, female agent sat behind her desk, glasses perched at the tip of her nose. She looked up.
“What can I do for you?” she sang.
“We need rifles and the like,” Franklin said.
“We’re taking a vessel to Mars and need equipment,” Adams added.
“Scan in, please,” she said.
Franklin swiped his card through her terminal. “You’re cleared, agent Franklin,” she smiled.
He then led the group past the desk. Weapons lined the walls. Even more equipment was stacked on shelves, tables, racks, and in crates. They marched by the center of the room, where a handful of enormous, man-shaped machines stood.
“Ve take these?” Ivan had a glint in his eye.
“Too much for now,” Adams said.
They stopped at a row of tall, steel shelves. Franklin handed out standard, laser rifles.
“Pulse lasers,” he commented.
They were black, lightweight rifles with shoulder straps. While stock weapons for agents of The Bureau, they were eloquent, and rather high-tech in utility.
“Excellent,” Riley said.
“I’m good,” Ivan added.
“I uh, oh okay,” Sasha said, inspecting her new weapon.
“NOAHH,” Adams asked.
“I do not require a rifle. My telekinesis is sufficient,” he answered.
The crew passed uneasy glances. “This should do,” Franklin said.
After slinging the weapons over their shoulders, they made their way back to the tunnels beneath the city by taking the elevators then accessing the garage.
“Where will we pop up,” Riley asked along the way.
They progressed through the dimly lit block tunnels. The rhythmic sound of running in cadence bounced off the walls.
“The hangar we need to reach is a ways off site,” Adams said.
“Don’t want to run afoul of thousands of Gray, shock troops,” Franklin added.
“Right,” Sasha agreed.
“So, where do we pop up,” Riley asked again as they continued jogging through the tunnels.
“Right inside the hangar,” Adams smiled.
“Oh good, for a second,” Riley was saying.
A massive jolt like an earthquake knocked everyone to the ground. Some kind of steel obstruction had suddenly manifested. Something like an immense, black, steel triangle blocked their path. Concrete debris rolled to their feet while dust settled.
“What the fuck happened?” Sasha cried out.
“Cheese and rice,” Franklin remarked.
“Boy, that was lucky,” Adams chuckled.
It took a moment, but they all regained their composure. “Yeah…that could’ve been it,” Riley conceded as he ran a hand along the obstruction.
“The vessels comprising the Teragon have secured their position around your building. It would appear this direction is no longer viable,” NOAHH said.
“Da,” Ivan shrugged.
“Now what?” Riley turned to the agents.
Adams went so far as to rub his head in thought, but then Franklin asked, “Right?”
“I don’t see any other alternative,” Adams replied.
“Vell?” Ivan grumbled.
“We’ll just have to take the surface and get to another set of tunnels,” Adams said.
“Copy that,” Riley answered.
“Wait, won’t it be dangerous?” Sasha mumbled while grabbing Riley’s elbow.
Nobody answered. During the backtracking, the crew secured their headgear and synced their comms. A few moments of running persisted before Adams, or Franklin, or whichever was in front, took some new turns. Finally, they scrambled up some steel, grate steps and into an alley. Glass and steel buildings were practically on top of each other. With necks craned to the sky above, the view overhead was screaming with rapid movement and flashes of silver.
Rumbles of destruction echoed throughout as the whole of New York took massive damage from green lasers. The sound of crafts cutting through the air gave no pause for silence. Whole chunks of the city had fallen into the subways and sewer tunnels below the surface, thus exposing steel girders and enormous holes.
“Let’s move,” Riley ordered.
“Mmhm,” Franklin replied.
Adams and Franklin held the lead with a steady jog. Stone debris and crevices in the alleys and roads were only the more menial obstacles. They needed to cover several hundred feet to an underground access, supposing it was still intact. Riley stayed focused on moving as the agents in front of him ran faster and faster, too fast.
A thick beam of blinding, green energy erupted a few feet in front of his face. It lasted a second, walking across the pavement. A great scar was left over the streets of New York. Then, an adjacent building crumbled to the ground, sending huge chunks of stone, glass, and rebar spilling over the newly crafted hole.
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