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The Solarian League lies in defeat, crushed by the Grand Alliance of Manticore, Haven, and Grayson.
Obedient to the Alliance's surrender demands, the League is writing a new Constitution, to prevent the reemergence of out-of-control bureaucrats, like the "Mandarins" who led it to disaster. Frontier Security has been disbanded, the outer worlds have regained control of their own economic destinies, and multiple star systems will soon secede from the Le... >Voir plus
Obedient to the Alliance's surrender demands, the League is writing a new Constitution, to prevent the reemergence of out-of-control bureaucrats, like the "Mandarins" who led it to disaster. Frontier Security has been disbanded, the outer worlds have regained control of their own economic destinies, and multiple star systems will soon secede from the Le... >Voir plus
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La Grande Alliance a obligé la Ligue solarienne à établir une nouvelle constitution capable de la protéger des dérives récemment constatées. Nouvelle constitution, nettoyage des institutions contaminées par la corruption, toutes choses qui amènent au premier plan les rares individus restés honnêtes et conscients de la situation, ce qui les pénalisait dans l'ancien ordre des choses.
Les anciens ennemis pourraient peut-être se rapprocher de l'Alliance s'ils devenaient conscients de la réalité de la menace de l'Alignement - une enquête conjointe mêlant des personnes issus de la Flotte alliée, aussi bien que des Citoyens Mesans, d'anciens esclaves du Théâtre et des solariens issus des "Chasseurs de Fantômes" devrait être capable de dénouer le vrai du faux et de déterminer qui sont les vrais responsables de l'hécatombe atomique sur Mesa - La réalité d'une organisation secrète puissante se confirme et incite les parties en présence à s'unir pour la traquer, les plus improbables unions partent en chasse et remontent la piste …
Après avoir dévoré 36 livres brochés de "l'Honorverse", il ne me restait plus qu'un livre à lire, paru aux États-Unis en Octobre 2021, il était hors de question d'attendre quelques années la traduction française, alors je l'ai lu en V.O et je ne le regrette pas - une occasion de réaliser que les traductions françaises restituaient plutôt bien le ton de la série - La lecture m'a semblé facile, et si vous maîtrisez l'anglais c'est très avantageux, pas d'attente, la moitié du prix pour le tome relié et si vous avez la patience d'attendre Août le pocheV.O sera à votre disposition pour 8,36 Euros.
Ce livre débute juste après le quatorzième tome de la série principale, il était temps ! j'attendais ça depuis Sept tomes (13 livres en français) - Ça n'avance pas vite et quasiment pas d'action, par contre de très nombreuses réunions aux quelles participent les personnages de tous les partis en présence, nous retrouvons des personnages bien connus et d'autres rencontrés antérieurement et qui maintenant changent de rôle (vous risquez d'être étonnés) - Virus oblige, tout le monde semble avoir attrapé une réunionnite suraigüe - même la bataille spatiale qui clôture le tome n'est pas vraiment développée.
Nous suivons la piste de l'Alignement, mais rusés comme ils sont les Detweiler maintenant basés dans le monde de Darius ont laissé des fausses pistes, qui, fidèle à leur habitude, risquent de générer un holocauste laissant sur le tapis des millions de victimes.
L'Alliance se laissera-t-elle embobiner ou découvrira-t-elle de nouveaux indices ? Pour ça il faudra attendre le prochain tome - Il semblerait que Weber a encore l'intention d'ajouter quelque tomes au monument …
Enfin une confrontation directe avec l'Alignement, mais il y a Alignement et Alignement, et heureusement que le troisième a changé de nom, ouf. Je continue à râler, mais rassurez vous je ne suis pas maso, j'aimerais juste que les publications des livres soient plus rapprochées dans le temps, combien d'années devrons nous attendre le prochain tome ? …
Les anciens ennemis pourraient peut-être se rapprocher de l'Alliance s'ils devenaient conscients de la réalité de la menace de l'Alignement - une enquête conjointe mêlant des personnes issus de la Flotte alliée, aussi bien que des Citoyens Mesans, d'anciens esclaves du Théâtre et des solariens issus des "Chasseurs de Fantômes" devrait être capable de dénouer le vrai du faux et de déterminer qui sont les vrais responsables de l'hécatombe atomique sur Mesa - La réalité d'une organisation secrète puissante se confirme et incite les parties en présence à s'unir pour la traquer, les plus improbables unions partent en chasse et remontent la piste …
Après avoir dévoré 36 livres brochés de "l'Honorverse", il ne me restait plus qu'un livre à lire, paru aux États-Unis en Octobre 2021, il était hors de question d'attendre quelques années la traduction française, alors je l'ai lu en V.O et je ne le regrette pas - une occasion de réaliser que les traductions françaises restituaient plutôt bien le ton de la série - La lecture m'a semblé facile, et si vous maîtrisez l'anglais c'est très avantageux, pas d'attente, la moitié du prix pour le tome relié et si vous avez la patience d'attendre Août le pocheV.O sera à votre disposition pour 8,36 Euros.
Ce livre débute juste après le quatorzième tome de la série principale, il était temps ! j'attendais ça depuis Sept tomes (13 livres en français) - Ça n'avance pas vite et quasiment pas d'action, par contre de très nombreuses réunions aux quelles participent les personnages de tous les partis en présence, nous retrouvons des personnages bien connus et d'autres rencontrés antérieurement et qui maintenant changent de rôle (vous risquez d'être étonnés) - Virus oblige, tout le monde semble avoir attrapé une réunionnite suraigüe - même la bataille spatiale qui clôture le tome n'est pas vraiment développée.
Nous suivons la piste de l'Alignement, mais rusés comme ils sont les Detweiler maintenant basés dans le monde de Darius ont laissé des fausses pistes, qui, fidèle à leur habitude, risquent de générer un holocauste laissant sur le tapis des millions de victimes.
L'Alliance se laissera-t-elle embobiner ou découvrira-t-elle de nouveaux indices ? Pour ça il faudra attendre le prochain tome - Il semblerait que Weber a encore l'intention d'ajouter quelque tomes au monument …
Enfin une confrontation directe avec l'Alignement, mais il y a Alignement et Alignement, et heureusement que le troisième a changé de nom, ouf. Je continue à râler, mais rassurez vous je ne suis pas maso, j'aimerais juste que les publications des livres soient plus rapprochées dans le temps, combien d'années devrons nous attendre le prochain tome ? …
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She limped across the office. She no longer needed her crutches, despite the fact that she was one of those unfortunate souls who responded poorly to the regeneration therapies, but the cane still came in handy. It took her a while to get there, but then she settled into the other armchair. They faced one another as the director resumed his own seat, and she took a moment to study the man.
The man being the now famous Saburo Lara, formerly Saburo X—one of Jeremy X’s top subordinates. For someone from Barrett’s background, this was a bit like meeting Satan would have been for someone from a JudeoChristian background.
Well…like meeting Beelzebub or Moloch, anyway. Satan himself would be Jeremy X.
She couldn’t say he wasn’t what she’d expected, because she’d had no idea what to expect. She wouldn’t have been completely astonished to discover that Director Saburo had cloven hooves, horns, and a tail.
But…
He didn’t. She was sure about the horns, because his hair was close cropped and there was nowhere they could have been hidden. She was almost as sure about the feet, because she could see his shoes and she didn’t think any kind of hooves could have fitted into them. The tail…maybe, but she didn’t think it was likely.
First, because he seemed to be sitting completely at his ease in the armchair, which she’d think would be awkward for someone with a tail. Mostly, though, it was because he just plain didn’t look like a devil. And didn’t seem to be acting like one, either.
He was taller than she was, by perhaps eight centimeters. Given that she was only a hundred and seventy centimeters, that made him a bit shorter than the average male. Average Mesan full citizen male, that was. Slaves—former slaves—varied a lot when it came to height and weight.
His physique wasn’t exactly stocky, but she suspected there was plenty of muscle hidden under the loose garments he favored. He’d probably looked pretty good in the new uniform of the MUMP, because the green would match his eyes and go well with his almost bronze skin color.
She wondered why he wasn’t wearing that uniform. Was its absence a statement on his part? She felt herself relax a bit further at that possibility. Perhaps Saburo actually intended to run the MUMP as a police agency rather than a paramilitary organization like the MISD had been.
The man being the now famous Saburo Lara, formerly Saburo X—one of Jeremy X’s top subordinates. For someone from Barrett’s background, this was a bit like meeting Satan would have been for someone from a JudeoChristian background.
Well…like meeting Beelzebub or Moloch, anyway. Satan himself would be Jeremy X.
She couldn’t say he wasn’t what she’d expected, because she’d had no idea what to expect. She wouldn’t have been completely astonished to discover that Director Saburo had cloven hooves, horns, and a tail.
But…
He didn’t. She was sure about the horns, because his hair was close cropped and there was nowhere they could have been hidden. She was almost as sure about the feet, because she could see his shoes and she didn’t think any kind of hooves could have fitted into them. The tail…maybe, but she didn’t think it was likely.
First, because he seemed to be sitting completely at his ease in the armchair, which she’d think would be awkward for someone with a tail. Mostly, though, it was because he just plain didn’t look like a devil. And didn’t seem to be acting like one, either.
He was taller than she was, by perhaps eight centimeters. Given that she was only a hundred and seventy centimeters, that made him a bit shorter than the average male. Average Mesan full citizen male, that was. Slaves—former slaves—varied a lot when it came to height and weight.
His physique wasn’t exactly stocky, but she suspected there was plenty of muscle hidden under the loose garments he favored. He’d probably looked pretty good in the new uniform of the MUMP, because the green would match his eyes and go well with his almost bronze skin color.
She wondered why he wasn’t wearing that uniform. Was its absence a statement on his part? She felt herself relax a bit further at that possibility. Perhaps Saburo actually intended to run the MUMP as a police agency rather than a paramilitary organization like the MISD had been.
“That ends.” She tapped her right index finger on the tabletop. “It ends now. Maybe not instantly, if it turns out we’ve underestimated their defensive strength, but it ends.” Her finger tapped again. “This isn’t another star nation we’re fighting. Not this time. This is a cancer, and we’re going to cut it out and cauterize the wound. Whatever it takes, we will do it.”
She let her final sentence settle into their bones, then folded her hands on the table and leaned forward.
“But we will not become them in the process,” she said softly, quietly. “We’ll remember who we are. We’ll remember that our navies and our star nations fight with honor and a sense of decency. We will destroy the Mesan Alignment and consign it to the ash heap in the corner of Hell reserved for genocidal perversions. But when we do, we’ll also remember that the initial labor force that built the Alignment’s fortress consisted of slaves. Slaves who had no voice in what they did, or how they did it, or for whom. Those slaves’ descendants are undoubtedly still there, still with no voice, no choice, but to do the Alignment’s bidding, and we will not massacre innocents just because the Alignment doesn’t care who or how many of the people we loved it’s killed. So, whatever else happens, there will be no Eridani Edict violations.
“Believe me when I say I understand the desire to turn their planets and their habitats into cinders. To pay them in their own coin. To stand back and watch as they burn to the ground. I’ve been there. I’ve wanted that so badly I could taste it, like poison. And I almost did it.”
She let her final sentence settle into their bones, then folded her hands on the table and leaned forward.
“But we will not become them in the process,” she said softly, quietly. “We’ll remember who we are. We’ll remember that our navies and our star nations fight with honor and a sense of decency. We will destroy the Mesan Alignment and consign it to the ash heap in the corner of Hell reserved for genocidal perversions. But when we do, we’ll also remember that the initial labor force that built the Alignment’s fortress consisted of slaves. Slaves who had no voice in what they did, or how they did it, or for whom. Those slaves’ descendants are undoubtedly still there, still with no voice, no choice, but to do the Alignment’s bidding, and we will not massacre innocents just because the Alignment doesn’t care who or how many of the people we loved it’s killed. So, whatever else happens, there will be no Eridani Edict violations.
“Believe me when I say I understand the desire to turn their planets and their habitats into cinders. To pay them in their own coin. To stand back and watch as they burn to the ground. I’ve been there. I’ve wanted that so badly I could taste it, like poison. And I almost did it.”
“I think you’re right about his sense of humor,” Umebayashi said, then looked up from his minicomp’s display. “And I hope you’ve got a sense of humor, Kondraty.”
“What?” Akdag’s eyebrows rose, because there was something odd about Umebayashi’s tone.
The other man didn’t reply. Instead, he looked over his shoulder at a much younger fellow.
“Cameras are down, Indy,” he said.
“All right!”
The young man had set his personal carry-on bag on the table in front of him and opened it. Now he reached in and brought out a military-grade pulser.
“Hey! What—?!”
Akdag’s blurted question was interrupted as “Indy” tossed a second pulser towards Umebayashi…who caught it neatly without seeming to actually look at it at all.
Akdag, on the other hand, looked at it very closely. That tended to happen when someone aimed a pulser directly between his eyes.
“Now, don’t get excited, Kondraty.” Umebayashi’s tone was calm, almost soothing. “First, we’re the good guys, not the bad guys. Secondly, I doubt very much that you’re one of the bad guys, either. So there’s no need for any unpleasantness, as far as I’m concerned. How do you feel about that?”
“What?” Akdag’s eyebrows rose, because there was something odd about Umebayashi’s tone.
The other man didn’t reply. Instead, he looked over his shoulder at a much younger fellow.
“Cameras are down, Indy,” he said.
“All right!”
The young man had set his personal carry-on bag on the table in front of him and opened it. Now he reached in and brought out a military-grade pulser.
“Hey! What—?!”
Akdag’s blurted question was interrupted as “Indy” tossed a second pulser towards Umebayashi…who caught it neatly without seeming to actually look at it at all.
Akdag, on the other hand, looked at it very closely. That tended to happen when someone aimed a pulser directly between his eyes.
“Now, don’t get excited, Kondraty.” Umebayashi’s tone was calm, almost soothing. “First, we’re the good guys, not the bad guys. Secondly, I doubt very much that you’re one of the bad guys, either. So there’s no need for any unpleasantness, as far as I’m concerned. How do you feel about that?”
Finally, Tretiakovna glanced at Zilwicki with one eyebrow raised. The Manticoran looked back, then checked his chrono just a bit conspicuously, and nodded.
“All right, Victor,” she said. “Time’s up! What’s more ridiculous than a one-armed bimbo?”
Cachat’s lips might—might—have twitched slightly, but he gave no other sign that he’d even heard her. Instead, he gazed down at the table for another several seconds before he looked up.
“The answer to your question,” he told her, “is organizing an expedition to find out what happened in that star system, using some of the Attila ships captured at the Battle of Torch. And we need to do it with a reasonably powerful force. I’m figuring at least a cruiser and two or three destroyers.”
Tretiakovna rolled her eyes. Daud al-Fanudahi frowned. Most of the others only looked confused, however, and Zilwicki smiled to himself.
Welcome to Victor’s Wild Ride, he thought. I’d call it Cachat’s Folly if he hadn’t pulled these schemes off way too many times.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Tarkovsky demanded.
“All right, Victor,” she said. “Time’s up! What’s more ridiculous than a one-armed bimbo?”
Cachat’s lips might—might—have twitched slightly, but he gave no other sign that he’d even heard her. Instead, he gazed down at the table for another several seconds before he looked up.
“The answer to your question,” he told her, “is organizing an expedition to find out what happened in that star system, using some of the Attila ships captured at the Battle of Torch. And we need to do it with a reasonably powerful force. I’m figuring at least a cruiser and two or three destroyers.”
Tretiakovna rolled her eyes. Daud al-Fanudahi frowned. Most of the others only looked confused, however, and Zilwicki smiled to himself.
Welcome to Victor’s Wild Ride, he thought. I’d call it Cachat’s Folly if he hadn’t pulled these schemes off way too many times.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Tarkovsky demanded.
“Then we’re done for the moment.” Cachat rose. “Let me introduce you to some of the people waiting outside.”
The first person they encountered after leaving the pavilion was a tall, powerful looking blonde.
“Here’s one of your commissioners,” Cachat said. “Yana Tretiakovna. And here are a couple of others.” Two more people came from around the side of the pavilion. “The one on the left is Indiana Graham,” he said.
But all three of the PNE officers’ eyes were fixed on Indy’s companion. Or rather, on his companion’s companion, who rode his human’s shoulder.
“That’s a treecat.”
There was more than a trace of protest in Trevithick’s tone, and Cachat glanced at him. The dispassionate, almost bored expression was back.
“What part of ‘I am a very difficult person to betray’ are you having the most trouble with, Citizen Commander?”
The first person they encountered after leaving the pavilion was a tall, powerful looking blonde.
“Here’s one of your commissioners,” Cachat said. “Yana Tretiakovna. And here are a couple of others.” Two more people came from around the side of the pavilion. “The one on the left is Indiana Graham,” he said.
But all three of the PNE officers’ eyes were fixed on Indy’s companion. Or rather, on his companion’s companion, who rode his human’s shoulder.
“That’s a treecat.”
There was more than a trace of protest in Trevithick’s tone, and Cachat glanced at him. The dispassionate, almost bored expression was back.
“What part of ‘I am a very difficult person to betray’ are you having the most trouble with, Citizen Commander?”
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