Starship Troopers Novel Novels & Stories

Katherine Thomas Chapter 1 There is only one planet that we know of that holds life. It is the Earth. Our home. However, there is a small percentage of the population that never lost their true parentage. They know where they really come from, and it isn’t Earth’s perfection. They are called to watch the stars. They can see the differences that the normal humans can’t see. They instinctively know they came from the heavens. They are the ones who call themselves the Seeds of the Stardust.

I feel heavy and worn down as I look up into his Neron-blue eyes. “Survivors have to act fast,” Valen says. “It’s an evolutionary fact. Sometimes we make the right decisions in those snap moments, and sometimes we don’t.” The look in his eyes deepens. He brings a hand up to my cheek, caressing it. “Your quick thinking got us out of the Compound, Nova,” he says. “Cyrillius has thousands of ships that could have taken us down in an ordinary ship. His soldiers are the best in the galaxy. If you hadn’t stolen this exact ship, and if we hadn’t somehow punched a hole through space, he would have won. We would be on Isroth right now, either locked in a cage, or being mentally twisted by his Kinduri

"Take them! Just take them and go!" I was slammed into the bulkhead by a massive blast of concussive force. I saw Jax dive in front of me, a human shield, as the troopers opened fire. "NO!" I screamed. Jax crumpled. He didn't make a sound. He just hit the deck, a pool of dark, thick blood blooming beneath him. The ship tilted again, the Voyager losing power. The Vanguard troopers surged forward, their eyes cold and inhuman, their visors reflecting the carnage of the room. They weren't here to capture me anymore. They were here to finish the job.

I truly appreciate it. Now, on to the real reason for this note. Upon speaking with my editor about the next book in this series, we decided to put Loner to Luna, and The Oracle and The Dragon Prince in the same book as the next in the series, The Witch's Window. We did this so that the people who loved Loner to Luna so much, could continue the series, without having to search for it. I am including Ashina's Quest with Loner to Luna, so you will see two Epilogues under that title. They were in the original book together, so they will stay that way.

It explodes and stops three drones from flying. We ran through a fire door into the vehicle bay. Cold metal presses against my back as Gideon spins me against an armored truck. His breathing comes out heavy and uneven. Eyes roll between my face and the red dots dancing across his chest. “Listen fast,” he says, slipping out the childhood nickname he hasn't used in years: “Nova-star.” For a brief moment, I stop breathing. Only one person ever called me that. "They called me Alpha-One." He says as red laser dots dance across his back like fireflies as the drones aim. He doesn't even blink.

His mud-covered hands left marks everywhere he touched, and Sloan chose not to sit. When they got out of the pod, the three of them ended up in the hallway of a spaceship. Every time they passed any Dagerstanteens, the warriors would stare at the bag. Sloan could feel their concern for their leader. Octnavin often worried he wasn't doing a good job as the leader of his species. But the alien was wrong. This was love and devotion in the Dagerstanteen's eyes. They all wanted Octnavin to live and be well. Sloan could tell.

I also won't beg. I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it. In the beginning, there were two. In the beginning, one male, one female. In the beginning, no war, no famine. In the beginning, love. Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events happened. This book is about their history. I stop myself. My history. It's told by a female Shadow Warrior named Nalista.

Marinah lifts the top book, shuffles pages, and begins reading. War is the world of Shadow Warriors. For Shadow Women this is unacceptable. We are mothers, nurturers, providers. That which is war will never touch our door again. I, as Nova Warrior, have suppressed that which weakened me. My Nova will stand guard as we walk a path of harmony. She is at peace with my decision. "Who wrote it?" I ask when she gently closes the book and looks up at me. "My grandmother." It makes sense the woman was Nova. They didn't all stay on the home planet as our texts suggest. We also have no information on female Novas. Maybe the women kept secrets.

The ship’s light returned, but it was different—tempered, resilient, woven with threads of the freighter’s steadfast loyalty. We couldn't stay. Every moment, the Weavers' Plot Storms were descending on new worlds, ironing out the wrinkles of free will, replacing messy histories with clean, dramatic arcs. The galaxy was being turned into a library of approved fiction, and we were the last piece of unauthorized, non-fiction truth.