Book 1: An imperfect hero for an imperfect time. For generations, the Riker men have been the best of the best. For the Battleborn, that comes with a cost.
Book 2: I watched as the alien weapon’s neutronium hull fractured, and then, exploded. The antimatter driven explosion engulfed the remaining three ships. Even neutronium is not impervious to antimatter.
Book 3: I was drifting alone in intergalactic space…in a suit of busted up Battleborn armor. My oxygen was almost gone. No power. No heat. I was freezing. I only had one question. Would I suffocate...or die of hypothermia?
