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Space cities have been locked in war for centuries over the resources of an asteroid belt.
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Table of Contents
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Title Page
About the series
Roaring to Life
HAMMER AND CRUCIBLE
About Hammer and Crucible
Praise for Hammer and Crucible
Hammer and Crucible Title Page
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AN AVERAGE NIGHT ON ANDROKLES
About An Average Night on Androkles
Praise for An Average Night on Androkles
An Average Night on Androkles Title Page
An Average Night on Androkles
STAR FORGE
About Star Forge
Praise for Star Forge:
Star Forge Title Page
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LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR
About Long Live the Emperor
Praise for Long Live the Emperor
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SEVERED
About Severed
Praise for Severed
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DESTROYER OF WORLDS
About Destroyer of Worlds
Praise for Destroyer of Worlds
Destroyer of Worlds Title Page
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About the series
The full, best-selling Imperial Hammer series in one set.
Binge read the acclaimed space opera series featuring ex-Imperial Ranger Danny Andela and her friends and family, as they face a unique and deadly threat to the Empire, one that will tax their strength, drain their hearts and force them toward a bleak future…
It's full of action from beginning to end. – Reader review.
The Imperial Hammer series:
1.0: Hammer and Crucible
1.1: An Average Night on Androkles
2.0: Star Forge
3.0: Long Live the Emperor
4.0: Severed
5.0: Destroyer of Worlds
Space Opera Science Fiction Series Boxed Set
Roaring to Life
I first began concept work on what would become the Imperial Hammer series in October 2019, just over two years ago, by the time this series set is released. At the time my intention was to paint an epic space opera universe where anything could happen. I didn’t have any ideas for a main character then, except that I knew she would be female.
As this is space opera, and I wanted epic adventures, my heroine couldn’t be domestically inclined. A certain degree of proactiveness might be useful…
And so the character of Danny Andela began to grow.
I had written only two pages of Hammer And Crucible, when Danny came roaring off the floor after taking a punch to the jaw, pissed and cursing. She had come alive. From then on, she cleaved her own way through the galaxy, while I played catch-up behind her.
The same happened with her friends, who soon became her tight-knit family. Most of them I had intended to be secondary characters just for a book, maybe two. They persisted in staying on-stage and influencing the series in their own ways.
It made for a fun ride. Destroyer of Worlds, the last book in the series, wrote itself, because all the characters determined how the plot would go.
Enjoy!
Cameron Cooper
August 2021.
HAMMER AND CRUCIBLE
About Hammer and Crucible
The interstellar array which links worlds together wakes to find it has enemies…
The Fourth Carinad Empire stretches across hundreds of settled worlds and stellar cities, and thousands of light years. The Empire’s people and data are linked by a space-folding gates array controlled by the Emperor and his cohorts. When the array evolves into a sentient entity, it recognizes the Emperor as its foe.
Danny Andela, once known as The Imperial Hammer, withdrew from the Imperial Rangers decades ago, her reputation in tatters. She lives on her family’s star barge, waiting to die of a rare disease: old age. She would be the array’s perfect weapon against the Emperor, except she no longer gives a damn--about anything.
Then Danny learns that the military disaster which essentially ended her life might possibly have been arranged by the Emperor himself…
Hammer and Crucible is the first book in the Imperial Hammer space opera science fiction series by award-winning SF author Cameron Cooper.
The Imperial Hammer series:
1.0: Hammer and Crucible
1.1: An Average Night on Androkles
2.0: Star Forge
3.0: Long Live the Emperor
4.0: Severed
5.0: Destroyer of Worlds
Space Opera Science Fiction Novel
Praise for Hammer and Crucible
Praise for Hammer and Crucible:
This was a fun, fast paced read full of action and humor.
I greedily read in this in one day. You will want to as well.
Lots of action and a boatload of twists and turns that grab your attention and won't let go. It has kept me up way past bedtime!
He builds the scenes in a way that I feel as though I am actually walking long the ship’s corridors and I can totally relate to all of the characters.
I loved Hammer and Crucible! Couldn’t put it down.
The plot is fascinating; it is intricate as well as filled with surprises and action.
This is a read that really sucks you in!
Excellent characters, twists and turns throughout.
Written in such a natural hand that you can fully image the spectacular universe the author has created.
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The Umb Judeste, Beyond The Inner Elbow.
STELLAR BARGES ARE GENERALLY RUN by family corporations. Mine, The Umb Judeste, belongs to Carranoak Inc. I hold a razor-thin majority of shares, so technically, the barge is mine. The irony of that struck me as I laid on steel decking, staring up at dazzling daylights, my jaw on fire. I had been slugged right on the corner of the jaw, in a near-perfect roundhouse swing, by the only member of the Carranoak family who could claim a second degree relationship to me.
Until that moment, I hadn’t known she was on the barge. Perfect fucking greeting.
I had come down to the main concourse when I heard a supply frigate had emerged through the gate and was coupled to the Judeste. Supply ships provide a break from the routine. There’s always something interesting on them, even if it was only the communications squirt which comes along for the ride when a ship used the gate. Current gossip is addictive, especially when you haven’t got much else to do.
I stood at the edge of the swirl of new people carrying sacks or briefcases, or nothing. Some sta
I got startled looks and second glances as the arrivals passed by. I was used to it and ignored it.
One of the junior pursers, Jimmy, spoke to a tall woman with wheat colored hair which matched mine—or, I should say, mine as it used to be. She was tall, had a small sack over one shoulder, a military bearing and civilian clothes. Jimmy turned and pointed at me.
That got me curious. I waited as the woman wound her way through the milling arrivals. As she drew closer, I realized it wasn’t just the hair which was similar. She came right up to me with a fast, long-legged stride, her face working. At the last second, I realized who she was.
Before I could open my mouth, she swung her fist. “Double-timing broad!” she ground out as her punch landed. I dropped heavily. Of course I did. I figure it’s been sixty years since I’d last taken one in the face. The old bones have turned brittle since then.
As everyone lingering in the arrival area formed a loose circle around us, muttering to each other with delighted horror, I pressed my fingers against the tender spot and wondered if my jaw had dislocated. These days, tripping over my own feet could be fatal. My heart staggered, righted itself and decided to keep ticking for now. The sour taste of adrenaline made me swallow. Swallowing hurt, too.
“Hello, granddaughter,” I croaked.
Juliyana bent and peered at me. Was she waiting for me to get up so she could take another swing? She’d have to live with disappointment.
Her face worked with the fury driving her. The anger checked as she watched me gasping. Her gaze measured me—properly, this time. Her mouth opened. Horror painted her face. “Shit on a shovel…you…you’re old!”
“Not too fucking old to hit, though, right?”
Juliyana propped her hands on her knees, bellowing hard. She was still a Ranger, last I’d heard, so it wasn’t unaccustomed exercise shorting her breath. I’d seen guilt rip the guts of people before, though.
I held up a hand. “Help me up,” I demanded. “Then you can explain to me what the fuck is going on.”
“I thought you were way over on the other side of the empire,” I said to Juliyana as the elevator pod rose up through the levels. We had the pod to ourselves because I’d shooed off everyone who tried to get on it. If I own the joint, I’d use the privileges which came with it. I wanted to be alone for a moment while I put myself back together. An old woman already looks vulnerable. No need to add to the impression.
Juliyana was an exception. Her, I wanted right next to me until I sorted this out.
“You were in the war with the Quintino Rim folk,” I added. Talking was not fun.
“The Quintino offensive ended ten years ago,” Juliyana said stiffly.
I shrugged and pressed my fingers against my jaw once more. I’d ask Andrain to scope the bone, just in case. I was his most consistent patient, these days.
As we passed through the greenhouse levels, Juliyana squeezed the strap of her sack, her throat working. I noticed and stayed silent. The anger would push it out of her. No need to tax myself going after it.
She held onto her tongue until we got off the elevator at my level.
“You’re not at the top?” she asked, surprise lifting her voice, as she peered up and down the blank corridor. Unlike most strangers to the barge, she had correctly named the orientation. Arriving ships always emerged through the gate with the bulk of the barge to their right. The wharf was at the bottom, down by the reaction engines. Ships cruised the length of the barge, all two kilometers of it, to reach their berth. Newts erroneously assumed the irregular, ugly triangular barge was lying down, despite internal gravity running across the ship.
If Juliyana had been a typical newt, she would have asked why I wasn’t at the end of the ship, not the top of it. But then, if she had been a typical newt, she wouldn’t have known the top of the ship was where the senior members of the family lived, and corporate headquarters were located right beneath where the gate attached to the ship like an astronomically sized hook-eye.
Because Juliyana was a Ranger, she was used to quickly orienting herself according to the local gravitational pull, even in strange places. “Up” was always against the pull of gravity. The convention saved officers from handing confusing orders to subordinates.
I stopped myself from being impressed by her grasp of local conventions. “Why should I be at the top?” I asked, as I headed down the corridor. “I’m not the CEO.” I palmed open the door to my apartment and let her in.
I followed, moving stiffly. I went straight over to the printer, clicked though to analgesics, and selected the biggest dose of the strongest meds the terminal would issue me. In response, it demanded my finger. I put my forefinger against the pad, let it draw a drop of blood. That would have Andrain demanding I attend his clinic, for sure. I’d deal with it later. For now, I just wanted to numb my jaw. I guessed there was a lot of talking ahead.
The printer pinched the end of my finger and injected the painkiller.
Juliyana parked herself on the only comfortable chair in the sitting room and stared at the wall. I had it set for a tropical beach. The waves were crystalline clear and made a pleasant background murmur. The sun was hot, and the sand came right up to the edge of the floor.
“Get out of my chair.”
She picked up her sack and stood. I sat down.
Juliyana looked around for another perch. Then she shrugged, put the sack at her feet and straightened.
“Start talking,” I told her.
She stared at me, instead.
“Ten seconds, then I’m paying you back for the punch.”
She blinked. “It’s just…you’re different from how I remember you.”
“I got old. It happens.”
“I’ve never seen it before. Does it…hurt?”
I scowled. “Your ten seconds are up.”
She put a hand on her hip. The hip was just above where the butt of her pistol would normally be. A furrow dug between her brows. I wondered if she was aware of how much she projected her thoughts. She said quickly, “You set up my father. You handed him over to the Imperial Shield.” Her expression darkened and her jaw grew hard. “You got him killed.”
Then, damn it, she wept.
While Juliyana got her shit together, hunched up in my chair, I printed a second armchair. I could afford that much. While it was growing to full size, I printed two random meals, five hundred calories each, and hot. We both needed it.
Juliyana didn’t allow herself more than a moment or two of self-indulgent pity. While I ate, she picked at the contents of the steaming bowl in her lap and gave me an incoherent story about conspiracies and bad intentions and wars and shoddy business practices…it sounded to me like just another day in the empire.
I finished my bowl, surprising myself. Getting knocked to the floor was good for the appetite, apparently. I put the bowl aside and held up my hand. “Stop, stop. Back up and start again.” I drew in a breath and added in my best military tone; “Report, Lieutenant.”
Juliyana colored to her hairline. “It’s Private now, remember?”
I had forgotten.
Yet my command got her turned around properly. She put the bowl on the floor beside the chair and pressed her hands together. “I found a report, don’t ask me where, but I verified the serial number, it’s legit….” Her wrists paled as she pressed harder. Her fingers slid between each other and gripped. “When Noam died, he wasn’t with the Rangers. He was doing something mysterious for the Imperial Shield. And you approved the transfer. You never told me that. You never told anyone.”
I weighed that closely. “That’s because I never approved such a transfer.”
“Or you did, and you’ve forgotten about it since?” she asked. “It was forty-three years ago…and you didn’t remember I was a private, just now.”
“Fair point. Only, being busted back to private is minor—”
“Not to me.” She scowled.
“—while giving up a single Ranger to the Imperial Shield is a blow any colonel would remember. Son, or not,” I added. Work with good soldiers long enough and they all become difficult to transfer out. “Basic cross checking would tell you I wasn’t his CO at the time. It wouldn’t have been me who approved the order.”
