By Other Means (On Silver Wings)
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The Hayden War has ended, and now SOLCOM and the Alliance are face to face in talks, but neither side has the slightest idea what happened in the ultimate battle of the war. Amid political jockeying and diplomatic gamesmanship, Captain Sorilla Aida has been given an assignment: Find a weakness to exploit, buy SOLCOM time to learn just what the hell happened to Valkyrie, and make sure that the Alliance isn't prepared to risk another conflict in the open.
Sorilla has problems of her own, however, and after losing so much in the war she isn't as certain of her life choices as she used to be. Unfortunately for her, the Alliance, SOLCOM, and others don't intend to let her have time to figure it out for herself. The Hayden War is over; the Cold War is just beginning. By Other Means is the fifth book in the On Silver Wings series.
the base of her gravity core, the Mexico would have been limited to the same few gravities of acceleration as her ancestors. Even at their best the Los Angeles, Hood, and Cheyenne class ships were little more than stationary targets to a ship like the Mexico. For Sorilla walking the decks of the still gleaming ship was a bittersweet homecoming. She’d served on all of the last several generations of ships, beginning with the Los Angeles herself. They’d all been great ships, crewed by incredible
she’d been in very similar circumstances. “Look, you’ve got guns, we’ve got guns, if you want a shootout we can do that,” She said as calmly as possible, “but if you want our weapons, you can come over here and take them.” “You are not giving orders here!” Sorilla remained where she was, standing between the human ambassador and the Alliance one, “Neither are you just yet. You showed some balls walking in here like this, but you have to know that there’s no exit strategy for you, so what’s
a roll that brought her to a stop and to her knees just as he hit the deck and remained unmoving. Silence fell for a moment as Sorilla checked her six and cleared the corridor. All the enemy combatants were down, most weren’t moving and the few that were showed no signs of becoming an immediate threat. She rose to her feet, kicking weapons away from the bodies as the Marines ran up around her and secured the area. “Section clear,” Sorilla said, breaking open both M-Tac weapons with a flick of
as she swept out along the catwalk that overlooked the main engineering section and brought her guns to bear on the enemy from behind their position. The metalstorm weapons roared, blowing through the unarmoured interior glass with ease as she tore up the visible opposition before landing against the rail of the catwalk on the other side of the target room. It was a bizarre sensation, to say the least, to be walking horizontally on a safety rail, with the whole of Engineering looming out at her
crew was… for the most part, intact. There were broken bones aplenty, a few even more serious injuries as well, and a half a handful of deaths beyond the Marines who died in the assault on the enemy controlled positions. In trade, they’d gotten their peace treaty, with a few concessions for their troubles. Nothing too blatant, but more than they’d expected to get in the deal. Those weren’t the real prizes, however. They now had a prisoner, one of the rebels… and the only one to survive, was a