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Das uralte Schlachtschiff Leviathan ist längst in Vergessenheit geraten, als Major Declan Payne mit seinem Team an Bord geschickt wird, um es zu reaktivieren. Das Blaze-Kollektiv, ein Zusammenschluss feindseliger Alienspezies, bedroht den Fortbestand der Menschheit, und der Major soll herausfinden, ob eine der mächtigsten Waffen aus der kriegerischen Vergangenheit einer früheren Zivilisation noch funktioniert.

A planet in dispute. Farmers vs miners, and no one knows the full story. The Federation sends Rivka and her team to resolve a case of settlers squatting on a remote planet when the owners finally came calling. Not what it seems. Three generations of settlers and more. A planet that isn't as welcoming as it appears. Crops coming ripe. Miners ready to dig. Tempers flare as the sides face off. Until the Magistrate gets in the middle of it with all the firepower at her command—the law, a calm voice, and a good railgun.

Rivka's latest case has her hunting fugitives. Red is on a mission to find them and make them pay for what they've done. Her search leads her through dark warrens of political intrigue and ecological disasters. All the while, Rivka is swinging the scales of justice, judging the guilty, and delivering punishment. Villainy and scum have toe-holds throughout the galaxy, but Rivka doesn't mind stepping on their toes even when she's not judging them. She considers it her job because no one is above the law.

Trapped in Ga'ee space, Leviathan runs for its life. And the lives of its crew. Declan Payne and Harry Wesson decide to go on the offensive. They have no choice. They can't go home. It only delays the inevitable. The Ga'ee march relentlessly into the space of the seven races while turning an inward eye toward the interloper, the ship they call God1. They direct tens of thousands of Ga'ee carriers to destroy Leviathan. The silicon-based life forms have to be stopped. Declan Payne comes up with a plan, and no one is sold on it, but it's the only plan they have.

Alien ambassadors are dying. The locals are in over their heads. Or are they turning a blind eye? The Magistrates band together to learn about the law, each other, and even themselves. They still need outside help to solve the case. Who do they call? And Barnabas stops by to refuel and spin a tale. More training for the Magistrates. But duty takes them away. Another Ambassador is brutally murdered. Rivka takes her team to find the perp and end the violence.

The Borwyn remain undeterred as they gather hardware and rally their allies. It’s best not to fight from within a vacuum, unless that vacuum is space, and the fight is between starships. The crew of Chrysalis are challenged afresh when their goal is changed in light of new revelations. Jaq, Crip, Max, and the rest continue their fight against the Malibor in this fast-paced continuation of the Starship series.

Make a high-speed run of Septimus, the Borwyn home planet, but the Malibor have a different idea about where the battle will be fought. Who is the predator, and who is the prey? The Borwyn find their new friends can be both a hindrance and helpful. Liberate Septimus and free the Borwyn. It takes all of Jaq’s willpower to focus the crew on their singular goal.

Ian and Jenny Bragg are called to a meeting by those who are paid to deliver justice. Some call them assassins. Others call them hitmen. Ian knows them as operators. Market share is about taking business from others. A zero sum game. The Peace Archive is growing, and it’s making the wrong people uncomfortable.

No one runs a racket and gets away with it. Not in the Federation and not when it steals business from The Bad Company. Punish the interlopers! But justice must be served. Is it a racket? Or are they just better at business? Send in the Magistrate to investigate and apply the law. What will Rivka uncover? What justice will she deliver? Keep pulling the threads. See what unravels. They keep leading her . . . somewhere. She knows she has to follow. Even if it smells like a trap.

Rivka Anoa has a gift and a galactic mandate. She's a lawyer accused of a murder she did commit. She stands ready to accept her fate, even though her victim was a murderer. A second chance appears. Become more than a lawyer. Be one who judges and punishes the guilty. Could she look herself in the mirror after meting out justice? She's about to find out. Rivka heads to space to be the Judge, Jury, & Executioner. Criminals have nowhere to go.

Magistrate Rivka Anoa and her team are ordered to get to the bottom of what's plaguing businesses across the Federation. Getting supplies and turning those into a product that can be sold is the foundation of every business. When those basics devolve, it throws the system into disarray. A new mob with a new life, sending legitimate businesses into turmoil. Or is it? Rivka has to get to the bottom of it and quickly.

Can you succeed yourself by downloading your consciousness? Will your family let you? Hidden micro-blasters, paper-thin blades, plasma torches, and surges in voltage come into play as the jockeying begins for the vast estate of the honorable J. Bennet Johnstone. Is a downloaded consciousness eligible to be a citizen of the Singularity? Erasmus goes on a mission without Ankh. Will their worlds end, one without the other? Rivka tossed into the middle of deceit and selfishness. Even seeing into their minds cannot unravel the sordid truth.

The ship survived, but over time, the original crew died out. Their children were left to continue the fight for their home against their sworn enemy, the vicious alien Malibor. They’ve lived their whole lives in space. Their idea of heaven is open air, blue skies, and the quiet of peace. But they'll never have that if they don't take it by force.

The arrogance of success. The criminality of using it to crush people under one's thumb. A license to destroy. More than a single life, entire cultures replaced. For a few credits more. Find the crime! Rivka can't touch him or can she? Will he allow it? In this part of space, he calls the shots. The Federation is on the outside looking in. From the frontier, a single business starts to take over. Not a crime family, like Nefas, but a single individual forcing people to sell their souls. Unlimited power. Like Satan has returned and demanded payment.

Die Vestrall schlagen zurück, aber die Leviathan stellt sich ihnen in den Weg. Derweil eröffnet Major Payne eröffnet eine neue Front in diesem Krieg. Sein Ziel ist nichts Geringeres, als die Verbündeten der Vestrall gegen sie aufzubringen, um der Galaxie endlich Frieden zu bringen. Doch die Vestrall haben Geheimnisse. Der Krieg wird weitergehen, weil es das ist, was ihren Plänen am meisten dient. Um ihn zu durchkreuzen, muss sich die Menschheit endlich ihrem wahren Feind stellen.

Dismantling the Blood Trade wasn't the end, but the beginning. Everything the Magistrates do has been called into question. Do they have probable cause? Are they respecting a suspect's right against self-incrimination? The ambassadors have questions, and they think they know the answers, but only the Magistrates know the truth. Called before the Federation Council, the collective body for discussing matters that affect all member planets, Magistrate Rivka Anoa is put under the spotlight to answer for all she had done.

A crime against all—stealing one's life blood. It prolongs life! It gives strength and power. Such exotic luxuries come at a high price. Those who have been drained? "Donors" but not quite volunteers. That's why they're kidnapped, never to be heard from again. Taken from their families and removed from existence. Who would do such a thing? Do the ones paying for this blood know where it comes from?