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Omega's Edge — Volume 1: Shattered Parallax — Chapter 11

The name on the badge read HOLLACE BROOKS KIRBY. She was identified as ‘Political Reporter’ for the Usona Times. Officially, legally, that was all there was to her.

Security eyed the face on the badge and the face in front of them. Both had the same youthful face and green eyes, unkempt brown mullet hair, and the same black stud earrings that Hollace never took off. And a huge, dorky grin of a smile.

Hollace tried her best to smile normally and pretend she wasn’t nervous as hell, walking into the Usona Convention Center where she would soon come face to face with Maren Whitlock.

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Omega's Edge — Volume 1: Shattered Parallax — Chapter 9

“Signal jamming engaged,” Banks called from the comms station.

Andar turned to her and said, “Connect to fleetwide comms.”

Within moments, the Chrysalis was linked to every other Starlancer in the 17th fleet, on a comms line the Federation couldn’t access.

From the Captain’s seat, Vae hoped there were no codebreakers on board in the Federation fleet before her.

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Omega's Edge — Volume 1: Shattered Parallax — Chapter 8

With comms shut down by the Fed, there was no way of knowing if the city garrison had received the signal that the Congressional Building’s power had been cut. 

“Devana, we need you back up in the communications center,” Sorenna said. “Find out if the garrison has been deployed.” 

Standard emergency protocol dictated that they should have been, but nothing was certain under enemy occupation.

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Omega's Edge — Volume 1: Shattered Parallax — Chapter 6

“Hell of a day to miss work!”

Hollace hurried back to the corner of the library where she’d been sitting for uncounted hours, lifted the empty coffee cup one more time only to find it still empty. It probably wasn’t a great idea to be slamming caffeine so late in the day, she admitted, and the most monumental political earthquake of her entire life had her buzzing with a shock of adrenaline regardless.

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Omega's Edge — Volume 1: Shattered Parallax — Chapter 2

The resupply of the Dreadnaught at Erania took so little time that Rane did not even have the chance to go planetside on his own homeworld.

Not that he wanted to. The first priority in Rane’s mind was Thalassar and Vice Admiral Roland Scothern. The plan required a delicate balance and he couldn’t let Scothern blunder into a moment of accidental competence and ruin the whole operation. 

The details had been kept to a select few higher in the chain of command – outside of the Security Council, Fleet Admiral Hammersley of the Federation Space Armada, and the President and Vice President, only Rane knew how the Thalassar operation was meant to play out.

He liked it that way.