I'm not built to lead an invasion. I'm not built to feel guilty about one either, but that's optional equipment I installed myself.
Six months ago, I was Hegemony hardware with a targeting computer and zero feelings. Now I've got a stolen dreadnought, twenty-three underqualified rebels who think they can win a ground war against half a galaxy, and a plan so audacious even I'm not entirely sure it counts as a plan rather than a really elaborate way to die.
The target: the most heavily defended palace in four hundred years of organized cruelty, and the man sitting inside it who's responsible for most of what's in my archive under Things I Wish I Could Unlearn.
The odds are bad. I've run the math twice, because the first result seemed insulting.
My friends keep saying things like "we knew the risk" and "there's no other way" and "please stop narrating our survival odds out loud," which I've chosen to interpret as overwhelming confidence.
I've got a hacker who documents everything, a demolitions expert with a body count and better comic timing than he has any right to, a woman who could disarm a man using only her eyebrows, and a leader who believes in me more than I believe in myself, which, frankly, should worry both of us.
I used to think "I'm a weapon" was the whole sentence.
Turns out it was just the first word.
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Six months ago, I was Hegemony hardware with a targeting computer and zero feelings. Now I've got a stolen dreadnought, twenty-three underqualified rebels who think they can win a ground war against half a galaxy, and a plan so audacious even I'm not entirely sure it counts as a plan rather than a really elaborate way to die.
The target: the most heavily defended palace in four hundred years of organized cruelty, and the man sitting inside it who's responsible for most of what's in my archive under Things I Wish I Could Unlearn.
The odds are bad. I've run the math twice, because the first result seemed insulting.
My friends keep saying things like "we knew the risk" and "there's no other way" and "please stop narrating our survival odds out loud," which I've chosen to interpret as overwhelming confidence.
I've got a hacker who documents everything, a demolitions expert with a body count and better comic timing than he has any right to, a woman who could disarm a man using only her eyebrows, and a leader who believes in me more than I believe in myself, which, frankly, should worry both of us.
I used to think "I'm a weapon" was the whole sentence.
Turns out it was just the first word.
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy