The Price of Peace (Society of Humanity, Bk. 2)
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THE WAR IS OVER. THE TREATY IS SIGNED.
AND ALL IS WELL IN THE GALAXY…
Izzy Umboto is a hero of the conflict between the Society of Humanity and the Unity Party. Instead of retiring and living out her days quietly, she’s wrangled command of her very own warship. Unfortunately, that ship is the less-than-state-of-the-art Patton.
Lieutenant Terrence Tordon, called “Trouble” by both his enemies and his friends, and even himself, is a career marine. The word “quit” isn’t in his vocabulary.
Now Lieutenant Trouble and his troops have signed on with Commander Umboto, trading a higher paycheck for the promise of action.
For all is not well in the galaxy. On the scattering of planets along the rim, remnant thugs of the Unity Party still hold power. In the shipping lanes of rim space, pirates roam freely.
Umboto and Tordon will soon learn that enforcing the peace can be just as expensive as fighting the war—and the cost will be counted in human lives…
meetings in the seventeenth-floor conference room,” he said evenly. “Those in attendance have asked not to be disturbed. Rod, I’ve called in the unknown. No reaction team available. They don’t want to call out the junior militia.” “Thank you,” Zylon huffed. “Maybe Big Al will send me and my boys out to settle your little problem.” That got a rise out of them. She signaled her crew to a bank of elevators; Mordy rejoined them. For not yet three in the morning, the place was alive. She shared the
boiling her blood. All she wanted to do was claw his eyes out—or rip off what Mordy was so careful to protect when he knocked her around. The marine was trying to keep the boss happy. She dared not look at the boss. She couldn’t bear to look at Trouble. His face, his body were frozen. He was hurting inside, but too proud to let the boss see…or anyone else. Was the fire that important? “You really wanted us warm, didn’t you?” Ruth risked asking him. Trouble broke his stony demeanor just enough
located the marines on it, and took her leave. Ruth expected to be told to get lost too, but the marine never got around to it. Instead, he got her talking about the stations. “Farming can’t be that good.” “Oh, but it is,” she shot back, and only stopped talking during the next hour when he checked his marines. She wouldn’t have kept talking, but he kept listening. Somewhere in all those words, Mordy came up. That did end her cascade of words. “I thought the farmers figured out how to avoid the
a flick of her hand, or maybe just a tremble, she gave them leave to go. The room emptied quickly. Only Trouble and Elie remained. “You had no way of knowing, skipper. We didn’t run into the kidnapping routine until after we burned the pirate.” “If we’d interrogated prisoners, we might have found out sooner.” “Yes, Izzy,” the other woman answered. “I’ve read your report. It’s already been endorsed up the chain of command. No one faults your decision.” “Nobody knows how many innocent
short guy. “We can jack it into the tractor’s receiver, use its antenna. The GPS satellite will accept a message. Every satellite’s got to send and receive maintenance checks, updates, and the likes. The Surveyor 2000+ series is no different from the rest…if I remember the codes for that puppy.” Steve headed for the clinic’s tiny diagnostic unit. “You mean we could have sent a message out anytime?” Tom was incredulous. “You got anybody you want to send a letter to? ‘Help, I’m being held