The Complete Legacy Trilogy: Star Corps, Battlespace, Star Marines. Ian Douglas

      Ian Douglas

      The Legacy Trilogy Books 1–3

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Star Corps

       Battlespace

       Star Marines

       By Ian Douglas

       About the Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       STAR CORPS

      BOOK ONE OF THE LEGACY TRILOGY

      IAN DOUGLAS

      Table of Contents

       Title Page

       Eight Light Years From Home

       Prologue

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Epilogue

      EIGHT LIGHT YEARS FROM HOME

      “All is quiet on the perimeter, Captain,” Aiken said. “Sounds like the Frogs’re pretty riled up in the ’ville, though. Do you think they’ll attack us?”

      “It could happen,” Pearson replied. “The ambassador still hasn’t answered Geremelet’s ultimatum.”

      “They’re not talking about … surrendering, are they?”

      “Not that I’ve heard, Master Sergeant. Don’t worry, it won’t come to that.”

      “Yeah. The Marines never surrender.”

      “That’s what they say. Keep a sharp watch.”

      “Aye aye, sir.”

      Aiken turned and looked into the southern sky, where the first stars were beginning to appear. Eight light-years from home had not much altered the familiar constellations, though the dome of the sky was strangely canted against the cardinal directions. There was a bright star, however, in the otherwise dim and unremarkable constellation Scutum, not far from the white beacon of Fomalhaut.

      Sol. Earth’s sun. As always, the sight of that star sent a shiver down Aiken’s spine. So far away, in both space and time.

      Eight point three light-years. Help from home could not possibly arrive in time …

      Prologue

       12 MAY 2138

       Firebase Frog

       New Summer

       Ishtar, Llalande 21185 IID

       72:26 hours Local Time

      Master Sergeant Gene Aiken leaned against the sandbag barricade and stared out across the Saimi-Id River. Smoke rose from a half-dozen buildings, staining the pale green of the early evening sky. Marduk, vast and swollen, aglow with deep-swirling bands and storms in orange-amber light, hung immense and sullen, as ever just above the western horizon. The gas giant’s slender crescent bowed up and away from the horizon where the red sun had just set; its night side glowed with