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The Star Carrier Series Books 1-3: Earth Strike, Centre of Gravity, Singularity
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The Star Carrier Series Books 1-3: Earth Strike, Centre of Gravity, Singularity
Ian Douglas

The greatest threat to humanities survival is about to emerge from the depths of space.This bundle includes the first three books in New York Times bestselling author Ian Douglas’ Star Carrier series.There is a milestone in the evolution of every sentient race, a Tech Singularity Event, when the species achieves transcendence through its technological advances. Now the creatures known as humans are near this momentous turning point.But an armed threat is approaching from deepest space, determined to prevent humankind from crossing over that boundary—by total annihilation if necessary.To the Sh'daar, the driving technologies of transcendent change are anathema and must be obliterated from the universe—along with those who would employ them. As their great warships destroy everything in their path en route to the Sol system, the human Confederation government falls into dangerous disarray.There is but one hope, and it rests with a rogue Navy Admiral, commander of the kilometer-long star carrier America, as he leads his courageous fighters deep into enemy space towards humankind's greatest conflict—and quite possibly its last.Includes: Earth Strike, Centre of Gravity and Singularity.

Ian Douglas

The Star Carrier Series Books 1–3

Table of Contents

Cover (#ubb7e8f55-d566-501e-bb73-c6ca827e0906)

Title Page (#u1b04a686-496d-5133-961b-243225f4243c)

Earth Strike (#u9b2bcfe0-e6f8-5ee3-bb6d-c291526889a0)

Centre of Gravity (#u18043ca6-1739-5bcc-bd83-a986b491e020)

Singularity (#u1882b0e0-b92a-547e-81ff-7520ae02d5f5)

Extract from Deep Space (#u5e9d9fca-b1b3-591b-af4c-c75c3aa2cb86)

By Ian Douglas (#u9377ad81-3902-5145-bda7-bdf986d3922e)

About the Author (#ubad66cc9-3865-50da-90c8-c8e92a1ac19e)

Copyright (#u3c5880f6-d8c7-5bc5-8572-dea50c883d60)

About the Publisher (#u9c25e85f-362c-5899-a442-981c3d0a8f32)

“Too little, too late, I fear. We have lost the planet, either way.”

He dipped his gravfighter’s nose and accelerated.

He wasn’t quite “down to the deck,” as he’d reported, but close enough. The Starhawk was dropping now past the twenty-kilometer mark. The sky above was still space-dark, the brightest stars—Arcturus, especially—still gleaming and brilliant, but the cloud decks below rose thick and towering, their tops sculpted by high-altitude winds and tinted red and gold by the rising sun. He’d crossed enough of the planet’s face that the local sun was well above the horizon now, casting long, blue-purple shadows and hazy shafts of golden light across the distinctly three-dimensional surface of the cloudscape below.

Gray adjusted his ship’s hull-form again, sculpting it for high-speed aerial flight, absorbing the deep entry keel and extending the wings farther and deeper into their forward-canted configuration. Behind him, a sudden burst of shooting stars marked another cloud of sand or debris entering atmosphere, a barrage of silent flick-flick-flicks of light.

He let his AI target on the Marine beacon, bringing the SG-92’s prow left across the horizon, then dipping down into a plunging dive. He opened his com suite to the Marine frequency and began sending out an approach vector clearance request.

He hadn’t crossed seventy-one AUs and survived a near-miss by a thermonuke to get shot down by the damned jarheads.

For Brea,who has seen me through many, many light years

Table of Contents

Too little, too late, I fear (#u1e824920-7338-5798-bba9-2cd04292e473)

Title Page (#u9767eb5d-c718-56e0-a50a-db33978adb28)

Dedication (#u93c1378b-c6df-5141-84f0-08d8e2839340)

Author’s Note (#uf0e00920-c549-5864-bc41-05fd279d8ce0)

Prologue (#u9fa5b10b-bd08-51d9-8009-774d9de89f76)

Chapter One (#u5d028896-7866-5ca2-ad7b-f66b1bf2f560)

Chapter Two (#u70911368-6671-5125-a086-7ff68e3b2934)

Chapter Three (#ua5424ac3-fb3b-5a7f-b54c-aafbd33220fa)

Chapter Four (#ue7af2739-2a29-50f9-8254-ced7b9550a4a)

Chapter Five (#ue8a423bd-238b-5d82-8172-07bc0d93f900)

Chapter Six (#udb6d78a3-527a-5856-931c-febbfc1cacf9)

Chapter Seven (#ub3ebbdb1-ae20-536f-a507-c718b5c0ae4c)

Chapter Eight (#ubbd06e00-4994-56b8-a925-b93299194287)

Chapter Nine (#u9218be04-2a13-5c3d-94fa-496843256df5)

Chapter Ten (#u0a27c8bb-63f3-59de-8059-44b5247a1a58)

Chapter Eleven (#u821ba98c-25ea-5d9d-92cf-7636f56893f3)

Chapter Twelve (#u1611d537-a9c3-5437-a0c1-6fa9c9734221)

Chapter Thirteen (#u736e952e-a4c3-52c8-be28-0997efba6964)

Chapter Fourteen (#u12fc4661-ce1e-57c5-9247-cf18a9989fbe)

Chapter Fifteen (#u3318749e-5084-5fd1-a6ab-6cfce804bd43)

Chapter Sixteen (#u8172a5d0-3ae2-5f13-82e7-ce5f2212589e)

Chapter Seventeen (#u16e8ec03-fafa-5219-a09b-bd6afb39799f)

Chapter Eighteen (#u1706f616-1354-5ec2-a5c0-534312c0d2fc)

Chapter Nineteen (#u7b5dff3b-772f-5bb5-91c0-f35a406f5708)

Chapter Twenty (#ub11158b8-2982-5f33-964e-c2e5d1678028)

Chapter Twenty-One (#u3fc64a3c-571f-5920-89f7-2fcfa8a2835c)

Chapter Twenty-Two (#u7a8935ad-dc30-5182-b547-3d456fcd5e7d)

Chapter Twenty-Three (#ue2211cd2-bad6-5a52-8397-bb3164d1e4c0)

Chapter Twenty-Four (#u25b5628f-0e3d-5531-ae9f-8bbec30ee2c7)

Chapter Twenty-Five (#u68abfb79-4240-5314-aea4-a2d2ed191ca4)

Epilogue (#u124f9428-b940-5993-b293-dda79334a449)

Copyright (#ua5a1efbf-f83d-594c-8570-33037998e91c)

Author’s Note

Readers of the Galactic Marines series may wonder at first why the background for Earth Strike seems so different from the universe of Heritage, Legacy, and Inheritance. Where are the Xul, the Builders, the Marine Corps families and traditions extending across two millennia?

There’s a simple explanation. Earth Strike is the opening volley of a completely new military-SF series, Star Carrier, which explores the lives of Navy combat fighter pilots of the far future. Welcome aboard the Star Carrier America as she faces a new and deadly threat to Earth and all of humankind.

I hope you enjoy the cruise!

Ian Douglas

December 2009

Prologue

25 September 2404

TC/USNA CVS America

Emergence, Eta Boötean Kuiper Belt

32 light years from Earth

0310 hours, TFT

The sky twisted open in a storm of tortured photons, and the Star Carrier America dropped through into open space.

She was … enormous, by far the largest mobile construct ever built by humankind, a titanic mushroom shape, the kilometer-long stem shadowed behind the immense, hemispherical cap that was both reaction mass and radiation shielding. Her twin counter-rotating hab rings turned slowly in the shadows. Swarms of probes and recon ships emerged from her launch tubes, minnows streaking out into wan sunlight from the bulk of a whale.

Around her, the other vessels of the America Battlegroup emerged from the enforced isolation of metaspace as well, some having bled down to sublight velocities minutes before, others appearing moment by moment as their emitted and reflected light reached America’s sensors. Some members of the battlegroup had scattered as far as five AUs from the star carrier in realspace, and would not again rejoin her communications net for as much as forty more minutes.

The ship’s pitted and sandblasted forward shield caught the wan glow of a particularly brilliant star—the sun of this system nearly seventy-one astronomical units distant. The data now flooding America’s sensors were almost nine and a half hours old.

Within his electronic cocoon on the America’s Combat Information Center, the Battlegroup Commander linked in through the ship’s neural net, watching the data scroll past his in-head display.

STAR: Eta Boötis

COORDINATES: RA: 13h 54m 41.09s Dec: +18? 23’ 52.5” D 11.349p

ALTERNATE NAMES:Mufrid, Muphrid, Muphride, Saak, Boötis 8 (Flamsteed)

TYPE: GO IV

MASS: 1.6 Sol; RADIUS: 2.7 Sol; LUMINOSITY: 9 Sol

SURFACE TEMPERATURE: ~6100

K

AGE: 2.7 billion years

APPARENT MAGNITUDE (SOL): 2.69; Absolute magnitude: 2.38

DISTANCE FROM SOL: 37 ly

BINARY COMPANION: White dwarf, mean orbit: 1.4 AU; period: 494 d

PLANETARY SYSTEM: 14 planets, including 9 Jovian and sub-Jovian bodies, 5 rocky/terrestrial planets, plus 35 dwarf planets and 183 known satellites, plus numerous planetoids and cometary bodies …

Rear Admiral Alexander Koenig was, in particular, interested in the planetary data for just one of the worlds circling that distant gold-hued star: Eta Boötis IV, known formally as Al Haris al Sama, informally as Haris, and more often and disparagingly within the fleet as “Ate a Boot.”

“God,” he said as he watched the planetary data unfold. “What a mess.”

America’s AI did not reply, having learned long ago that human statements of surprise or disgust generally did not require a reply.

Eta Boötis IV was not even remotely Earthlike in atmosphere or environment—greenhouse-hot with a deadly, poisonous atmosphere—a wet Venus, someone had called it. What the Arabs had seen in the place when they put down a research station there was anybody’s guess.

As the America’s computer net built up models of the sensor data, it became clear that the enemy fleet was already there, as expected, orbiting the planet—or, rather, that they’d been there when the electromagnetic radiation and neutrinos emitted by them had begun the journey over nine hours ago. It was a good bet that they were there still, circling in on Gorman’s Marines. America’s delicate sensors could detect the hiss and crack of EMP—the telltale fingerprints of nuclear detonations and particle beam fire—even across the gulf of more than seventy AUs.

“All stations, we have acquired Objective Mike-Red,” the fleet commander said. “Launch ready-one fighters.”

The America had a long reach indeed.

And now she was going to prove it.

Chapter One

25 September 2404

VFA-44 Dragonfires

Eta Boötis System

0311 hours, TFT

Lieutenant Trevor Gray watched the numbers dwindle from ten to zero on his IHD, as the Starhawk’s AI counted them off. He was in microgravity at the moment, deep within the carrier’s hub core, but that would be changing very soon, now.

“Three …” the female voice announced, a murmur in his ear, “two … one … launch.”

Acceleration pressed him back into the yielding foam of his seat, a monster hand bearing down on chest and lungs until breathing deeply was nearly impossible. At seven gravities, vision dimmed…