Sons of Baal
The opening book in the seven books series starts with the men of the 7th Baalite Guard fighting a rear guard action, after being sent to Gameroon to set up a radar post. Over the next six books the men find themselves cut off in dead space, beyond communication range with their home on Baal. They come across a deserted station, but who, or what called to them? “Corpsman, on my call you get us the hell outta here,” Sergeant-Master Dennis Charnellor yelled, his voice carrying above the screams of the invading Orman army and the cries of the wounded and dying aboard the beleaguered exploratory vessel Forgestriker. “But Sergeant...” Before the corpsman ended the sentence, Charnellor yelled back to the helm station, “Give me all you got left and get us outta this shitty mess-if we don’t get off now, the Orman fleet will be here before we get airborne and we’ll be dead on the ground.” “What about your hand? It’s jammed in the air lock and if we take off...” “Son, I’m way ahead of ya. Do as I say and leave my hand to me; the only thing I ask is that you rush me to the emergency ward once we are airborne.” “Are you sure about this?” Charnellor grimaced through his pain and replied, “Hell, no! I ain’t been sure of a damn thing since we landed, other than we got sent to another shit hole to bust our guts and get our asses handed to us, again. Remember, on my call give this little gal all we have and don’t stop ‘til’-we get clear of the hills.” There was a short gap as he braced himself for the next action and he yelled, “Go!” Engines strained at their limits as the ship started to lift and a corpsman called back, “We can’t gain the height, something is holding us down.” The corpsman’s face turned white with horror as he saw what he had hoped Charnelleor was not going to do-Charnellor gave a yell and cried out, “Here’s what you want!”…