Resultados para "Los Watson" en Primer contacto

The Humtars have returned as a schism threatens the Zodarks. Could the Collective intervene to save its proxy? The balance of power shifts once more in this Galactic game of chess. The Humtars, having been the architects of scientific knowledge all nations are built upon, have not only returned from the void beyond—they have chosen a side. A coup is discovered. Clans began to fracture—Tribes were taking sides. Can Zon Otro convince the High Council to strike the usurper or risk a Civil War?

After the triumphs of the Battles of the Forts, with Serenea now firmly under Allied control, Brigadier General Spartacus Varinius set his sights upon the Pharaonis home world. The Allies used a tactic reminiscent of Earth's Second World War—however, instead of island hopping, they began planet-hopping, bypassing Pharaonis strongholds as they zeroed in on the planet Eurysa.

For years, the Zodarks plotted their revenge against the Republic. Spies infiltrated their colonies and eventually found their seat of power—Earth, located in a previously unknown system. A plan was hatched, a force made ready. The Zodarks would unveil a superweapon that was sure to tip the balance of power back in their favor. Then the Zodarks learned of Murphy's Law—and their plans were never the same.

When the war ended, the Zodark spies—the Mukhabarat—were dispatched to find Earth and to map Sol, the heart of the Republic. Upon its discovery, a plan was hatched, a fleet was formed, a superweapon was created, and nothing would be the same. The calm had been breached. A new war began. When a momentary rip in space-time appeared, a hostile fleet emerged. The Zodarks’ superweapon caught the Republic by surprise. As they approached Earth, the invasion force had a final obstacle to overcome—the vaunted yet untested planetary defense system. Would it hold?

When I woke up and took in my surroundings, I knew I was in deep trouble. From the way the aliens eyed me, to the silks draped on everything, including me, it wasn't hard to believe I was in a brothel. What I didn't count on was it being upscale. Apparently, there is a high demand for entertainment across the galaxies, and humans are rare. I would think that's a good thing, but it's not. As the bidding price goes higher and higher, so does my anxiety levels. Who knows what my buyer is going to expect from me, but I can guarantee it's nothing I'd do willingly. Until I meet Castien.