Red Company: First Strike!

My eyes were drawn to them and away from my drill-bot. That was a dangerous thing to do, but I couldn’t help it. The marines were

carried stubby laser carbines and wore bulky armored vests. They seemed so superior to me, so organized, well-trained—and above all, dangerous. Their flying steps soon

She commanded the mining rig Borag, an aging but formidable vessel that prowled the darkest, most remote corners of the Solar System in pursuit of rare elements. Borag, with her patchwork exterior and mismatched

A group of four Red Company marines marched by. “Marched” was possibly the wrong word, as under the low-gravitational pull of an asteroid, they appeared to be taking a series of leaps. Each step took them