Earth and her colonies aren’t alone.

Politics, discussions, and alliances. Mark doesn’t care about any of it. Exactly what does it matter when the artillery falls and blood is spilled?

All that matters is who stands beside you when bloodstream is spilled and hell lies throughout you.

‘Centurion Victor’ has a fine band to it. Major Victor, Corporal Victor, Personal Victor; his path has not been a short one. Siblings have fallen beside him, casualties of battle. He believed Tyler and Alexis were simply casualties of war, he recognized that.

Politics, conversations, and alliances killed them and really should have killed him. Tag Victor is on the warpath, a route leading to the very best.

The secretive Roma Union has stepped forward. The warlike Maraukians are arriving, and mankind must rally collectively or shatter into oblivion.

Alliances, placement, power-when a Victor has your name and a blood debt to become paid, it will be paid.