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Former captain Jani Kilian is a genetically altered human-idomeni hybrid who acts as a bridge of communication between two fiercely incompatible races. With intergalactic civil war looming large -- with renegades in the Service secretly plotting extermination -- Jani Kilian is being pulled once more into perilous space. Because a horrific act of terror is about to ignite a long-feared conflict between human and alien and the key to the survival or destruction of human civilization is waiting for her somewhere on ...
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Former captain Jani Kilian is a genetically altered human-idomeni hybrid who acts as a bridge of communication between two fiercely incompatible races. With intergalactic civil war looming large -- with renegades in the Service secretly plotting extermination -- Jani Kilian is being pulled once more into perilous space. Because a horrific act of terror is about to ignite a long-feared conflict between human and alien and the key to the survival or destruction of human civilization is waiting for her somewhere on the edge of the universe.
"Chicago is a cold place. In every way."
Clase, Thalassan Histories, Book I
"Coppélia is a classic tale. In it, a doctor named Coppélius builds a clockwork doll and tries to give her life." Colonel Niall Pierce sat with his booted feet propped on the edge of the portable comarray console, hands folded primly in his lap. "A young couple, Franz and Swanilda, cross his path. Franz falls in love with the doll, named Coppélia, whom he thinks is a real girl. Swanilda becomes determined to find out more about this mysterious beauty who has stolen her lover's heart, and breaks into the doctor's house to find her." He leaned back, the harsh overhead light washing out his bronze Service burr to pale brown and casting his features in sharp relief. Narrow. Angled. The wolf in repose. "And it's a comedy, I'll have you know. Nobody dies."
"Imagine my amazement." Jani Kilian tucked her hands inside the sleeves of her field coat and huddled against the curved wall of the prefab bunker. Outside, freezing rain fell -- she could hear it patter on the domed roof. Insets in the polyfoam wall and floor supplied the heat that made the space bearable -- she pressed against the hard smoothness, soaking up all the warmth she could. "I thought someone had to keel over every five minutes for an opera to qualify as a classic."
"Coppélia is a ballet, not an opera." Niall tilted his head back and spread his hands palms up, begging the ceiling for respite. "I told you all about it at lunch last week, but it appears to have slipped your mind." He turned to look toward the figure who sat on the floor next to Jani. "Have you ever attended a ballet, ní Tsecha? Humanish dancing?"
"No, Colonel." Ní Tsecha Egri, the Haárin dominant, shook his head back and forth, his latest adoption of humanish gesture. "I have seen plays, and holoVee programs. Histories and such. No dancing." He pushed up the edge of his head-scarf with one gold-skinned finger and scratched his scalp. "Nìa," he leaned close to Jani, his voice falling to a whisper, "ballet is leaping about to music?"
"Pretty much, inshah."
"I saw a dancing goat once. Is that as ballet?"
"It is quite similar, yes." Jani unfolded to her feet and walked across the shelter to join Niall at the console. She placed a hand on his shoulder, felt his warmth through his blue fatigue shirt, and tried to remember the days when she could feel warm under conditions like this. "Any change?"
Niall glared in injury, the scar that cut his left cheek from his nose to the corner of his mouth deepening as he frowned. "A dancing goat?" His eyes spoke to the frustrated patron of the arts that he was. Honey-brown and long-lashed, his only handsome feature, they were currently laced with aggravation and regret over missed performances and unappreciative students who ignored lunchtime instruction.
Jani offered a rueful grin. "I'm sorry you couldn't attend your ballet. I know you looked forward to it." She dragged a stool from beneath the console and sat next to him, then pointed to the display screen in the center of the flickering communications array. "Doesn't look any different than it did twenty minutes ago."
"Part of that's the fact that the pickup's malfunctioning. Our comtech should be back any minute with the replacement parts." Niall sighed. "The image straightens out every few minutes. From what I can see, they're still clearing snow. Marking out the cordon." He massaged the back of his neck. "Mine clearance is one of those dichotomous activities. Nerve-wracking to perform, but boring as all hell to watch. Especially when no one seems to be doing anything."
"I heard that." A male voice laced with annoyance emerged from the array's speaker system. "If you're both bored in that nice, warm, dry bunker, two hundred meters from all the stuff that goes boom, I'd be more than happy to trade places with you."
Niall and Jani looked at one another and smiled. "Hey, Pull," Niall said with a laugh. "How's it going?"
"Saturday night at the Haárin enclave -- what a rip-roaring place." The irritation in Lieutenant Randal Pullman's voice was palpable.
Jani glanced back at Tsecha, who had risen and now walked across the bunker to join them. He stood taller than she by a head -- the top of his headscarf grazed the light fixture as he passed beneath it, sending it swinging back and forth and casting his thin frame in weird shadows on the wall.
"Rip-roaring, nìa?" Tsecha stood over Jani, arms folded and hands tucked in his sleeves, his long face skull-like. "What is rip-roaring?"
No sound emerged from the speaker for a time. Then came a throat-clearing cough. "Is that you, ní Tsecha?"
"Yes, Lieutenant Pullman -- glories of the night to you." Tsecha glanced at Jani and bared his teeth, cracked amber eyes bright with humor. "What is rip-roaring?"
"Rip-roaring? It's—it --" A long sigh rattled. "Ah, boy."
"Out with it, Pull." Niall's shoulders shook.
"Rip-roaring means ...exciting, ní Tsecha. Thrilling."
Pullman's voice grew softer with each passing syllable. "Electrifying."
"So you find standing in deep snow late at night an excitement? I learn more of you each day, Lieutenant." Tsecha's air of mischief faded. "What of the mine?"
Pullman's voice emerged more businesslike. "From what I have been able to determine thus far, ní Tsecha, the mine is most likely a remnant from an old field exercise. The Service used to operate training facilities here before the land was leased to the idomeni."
"What sort of mine -- have you yet determined such?"
"No. Ní Tsecha. That's still under investigation."Contact Imminent. Copyright © by Kristine Smith. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Posted May 24, 2004
Jani is the first genetically engineered human-idomeni hybrid. Humans and idomeni do not have idyllic relations and Jani is not completely trusted on either side. She does serve as a bridge for communications. Contact Imminent begins with an attempted mine disposal on the grounds of the idomeni enclave near Chicago. The deaths resulting from the explosion of the mine increase the tension between the two races. Xenophobic zealots on both sides are plotting death and destruction. Tsecha, Jani's idomeni dominant, asks her to travel to the planet Elyas in his place to try to stave off a potential civil war among the idomeni. She travels with Niall Pierce, a Service officer, and John Shroud, the doctor who saved her life by making her a hybrid. Before they leave, they discover the possibility that there might be another hybrid on Elyas. Upon arrival, Jani is thrust into the middle of the leadership crisis and the related existence of an entire enclave of hybrids. Jani must remain independent of the two factions and act quickly to keep peace among the idomeni. In the meantime, Jani's friend Lucien remains on Earth to investigate the mine explosion. In the process, he finds a human plot to attack the embassy in order to drive the idomeni out of human space. While trying to warn the embassy about the attack, he is challenged to a duel by the hostile idomeni Ghos. Jani and Niall have to race back to Earth, hopefully in time for the duel and the attack. Kristine Smith does and excellent job presenting a complex and well-realized alien culture, complete with religion and politics. Jani is a very strong character who is struggling with her identity as a hybrid. Smith gives us a good view of Jani's internal turmoil as she deals with her human and idomeni relationships. The supporting cast is fairly well developed, although without reading the previous novels, their motivations aren't always clear. Contact Imminent is the fourth novel in the Jani Kilian series. It can be read stand-alone, but the start can seem a little slow as you figure out the back-story from clues. Once you get settled in and comfortable with the setting, the story takes off and it's hard to put down.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 29, 2003
It is such a large universe that the sentient races should co-exist peacefully but that is not the case. Although humans and idomeni have enclaves on each other¿s home worlds there is little trust between the races and much fear. Jani Killian is, thanks to a medical practitioner that saved her life, a hybrid, part humanoid and part idomeni. She has one foot in each world but the humans fear her for what she has become and what it could mean to the human race........................................ Even though it is treason, zealots, who hate the Idomeni and want them to leave human space, are using violent means to start a war. Some factions of the Idomeni want to use Jan to further their own agenda but the hybrid is a strong-willed independent thinker who will use whatever means at her disposal to make certain that there will be peace between the two races.................................... Kristine Smith knows how to tell a fascinating story about two races in conflict with each other because each is xenophobic. The heroine is a master of diplomacy who wants the best for two races and favors neither when it involves xenophobic plots and politics. The culture of the Idomeni is complex and alien but not dangerous to humans unless they provoke them. CONTACT IMMINENT is a stellar example of excellent space opera............................... Harriet KlausnerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 27, 2011
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Posted July 11, 2012
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