A LEGION SLAUGHTERED.
A STARSHIP WASTED.
A PLANET NUKED.
IT’S A BAD DAY, EVEN BY MY STANDARDS.
My name is Lucky Savage. I’m a Frontier Marine, which means I’m hard to kill. I have a foul-mouthed AI living in my head that calls herself Rocky. I’m good at exactly two things: Shooting stuff and dodging responsibility.
I guess I should also mention that I have some special abilities that were imprinted on my mind by aliens … nah, let’s not get into that yet.
Here’s what matters. On my latest mission, everything has gone sideways. I’ve ended up ambushed behind enemy lines and left for dead along with a handful of privates so green they actually respect my authority.
With nobody around with a higher rank still sucking air, I have little choice but to step up.
That means mastering my inner demons, managing the ambitions of my AI, and—oh yeah—figuring out what the hell is tearing a hole in the fabric of space-time before everything goes tits up.
I don’t want to spoil anything for you but… it’s aliens. And not just any aliens, but the very same ones that experimented on me years ago. Of course it is.
So now I’m supposed to figure out how to stop all this. I’ll be honest, I don’t have a clue. But here’s one thing I do know: Somewhere, somehow, somebody is gonna pay for all this. And I’ll be right there to pull the trigger.
If the damn privates don’t get me killed first.