Eighty-eight years ago, the Earth had been invaded, and Humanity had come close to extinction. Due in large part to the actions of an otherwise inconsequential freighter captain named Joel MacAlister and his crew, who managed to turn their creaky old ore carrier into a shotgun blast that destroyed most of the alien fleet, Humanity survived. The result was the construction of the ADS systems at certain favorable gravitational points around the solar system. This put overlapping early warning and point-defense systems into the most likely paths of any future invaders. The ADS sites were almost undetectable by design, and any ships traveling to them needed to be as well, or an invading force would simply bypass the โTurretsโ. And now Jock, great-nephew of Joel, was about to be launched like a dart at one of them. ๐๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ? ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด. Jock went through the checklist yet again, for the twentieth time he figured. Busy work! Oh, well, he was getting the assignment he had dreamt of since he was ten. Command of a Turret! โT minus ten minutes, and counting!โ the computerized voice informed him. Jock thought about the launch; 1,100 ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ค ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ๐ด. 100 ๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ๐ด! ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต-๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ! fortiterpublishing/fortiterpublishing/OUR_BOOKS.html
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