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Danny and her allies brace themselves for war.
The bellicose Slavers are hellbent on war. While the Slavers fight each other, Danny and the Carinad worlds work to find a way out of a seemingly inevitable conflict they are ill-equipped to face.
When a Terran falls into their hands who knows the Slavers’ plans for invading the Carinad worlds, Danny thinks she may have found the key she needs to delay war, if not halt it forever…
Waxing War is the fourth book in the Iron Hammer space opera science fiction series by award-winning SF author Cameron Cooper. The Iron Hammer series is a spin off from the acclaimed Imperial Hammer series, and features many of the characters and situations from that series.
The Iron Hammer series:
1.0: Galactic Thunder
2.0: Stellar Storm
3.0: Planetary Parlay
4.0: Waxing War
5.0: Ruled Out
6.0: Stranger Stars
7.0: Federal Force
8.0: Redline Rebels
8.5: Iron Hammer Boxed Set
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EXCERPTWAXING WAR COPYRIGHT © CAMERON COOPER
“I don’t want to take you away from your business,” I assured her. “I actually have a couple of questions for you. Stuff I didn’t want to run through a communications beacon.”
“The beacons are perfectly secure,” Kristiana assured me, moving around behind her desk. “I’ve seen Lyth’s blueprints. They’re a marvel.”
“But they’re not unhackable, are they?”
“Who would want to…?” She sat down suddenly. “Terrans,” she concluded.
I sat in the visitor chair opposite her and leaned forward. “The Terrans are trying to figure out how to access our computer systems, Kristiana. That’s what the raid on Blinni was about. I don’t see why they wouldn’t hack our communications while they’re at it. Good intelligence can win wars.”
She glanced at me, even more startled. “War?”
I nodded. “It’s coming,” I said grimly. “That’s why I’m here. After Terra, you sort of took over as spokesman for the diplomats on board the Lythion.”
“We didn’t have Jai to speak on our behalf any more,” Kristiana said, her tone remote. Her gaze fixed on me once more. “It’s inevitable? War?”
“Not if I can help it,” I said gently. “But all I might be able to do is slow it down.”
“You’re Danny Andela. I’ve seen you do miracles.”
“Only because everyone else was in there, sweating along with me,” I pointed out.
“Yes,” she said, in that same distant tone.
“The diplomats,” I said gently, returning to my point. “Are you still the de facto spokesperson for them, Kristiana?”
Her distracted, remote expression cleared. She studied me. “Good guess? Or had you heard something?”
“Heard what?”
“I was just elected the director of the newly formed presidents club.”
Heads of state, but in different words. A shudder ran through me. I pretended it was a shiver and rubbed my arms as if I was cold. “Is this presidents club talking about war at all, Kristiana?” Although I already had my answer.
She shook her head. “Most of the discussions I have about Terrans are on the side. There hasn’t been an official agenda item about them for…months.”
“And those unofficial discussions say what?”
“Are you looking for support to build an army, Danny?”
I jumped. “Why would you think it was up to me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Are there any generals left? From the Shield or the Rangers?”
“Probably.”
“But none of them went to Terra. And none of them were on Nijeliya. If anyone gets to form an army, it will be you.”
That was something I’d have to think about. But later. Much later, if at all possible. “I’m not here for support to build an army,” I told her. “At the moment, I’m trying to slow down a war that everyone says I can’t stop.”
“That sounds about your style and speed, Danny.” Kristiana smiled fondly at me. Then her smile faded. “It sometimes feels to me as though we never went to Terra and everything we went through there is a product of my imagination. It seems very…unreal.”
“That’s what battle shock does. It cushions the memory, makes the colors fade and makes it seem remote, to take the edge off it, or you’d walk around with adrenaline leaking out your ears every time you recall it.”
“Is that what it is? I thought it was because no one seems to remember that we went there.”
I looked at her, my heart thudding. “Huh?”
Kristiana smiled. “You asked what the conversation were, that I was having on the side, when we spoke about Terrans? Those are the conversations I’m having. Everyone who didn’t go seems barely capable of remembering that there are Terrans out there. When I mention the original raids, they open their eyes and say something like, ‘Oh, yes, I remember those!’ As if it had been a hundred years ago.”
“That bad…”
Kristiana nodded. “I tried to add a discussion about increased security and preparations for Terran raids on the agenda, about three months ago, and was told it wasn’t necessary, that the Terrans were busy wiping themselves out and we had better things to do with our time.”
I sighed. It was as bad as I had feared.
“Gratia and Peter and Arata, they all agree with me that we have to do something, but none of us knows what we can do when everyone else is asleep on us. I’m the director of the club, Danny. I have to do as the majority of the members wish, and they wish to not be reminded of the Terrans.” She leaned forward. “I hope you can figure out what to do, because I can’t do a damn thing, from where I’m sitting. I think you were the smart one all along. You’ve kept yourself a free agent, no matter what.”
It didn’t feel that way to me right now.
