The Hero (Human-Posleen War Series #5)

The Hero (Human-Posleen War Series #5)

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by John Ringo, Michael Z. Williamson

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It's a matter of trust. For thousands of years the Darhel, a warrior species conditioned to be incapable of killing, manipulated and controlled the human race. Then the humans threw off their yoke. Now, for the first time, a Darhel has been assigned to the elite Deep Reconnaissance Team commandos. Trust, in a small unit, is vital. And there was no trust to be had


It's a matter of trust. For thousands of years the Darhel, a warrior species conditioned to be incapable of killing, manipulated and controlled the human race. Then the humans threw off their yoke. Now, for the first time, a Darhel has been assigned to the elite Deep Reconnaissance Team commandos. Trust, in a small unit, is vital. And there was no trust to be had on either side. But when the mission encountered an alien device worth more than a king's ransom, it was the humans who betrayed the trust. Now the despised Darhel must race against the team's sniper to prevent the artifact falling into the wrong hands. The Darhel has empathic powers, superhuman strength and the speed of a cheetah. The sniper has years of experience and enormous ability. The sniper can kill. The Darhel cannot. The fate of the galaxy and the human race for the next thousand years rests on the shoulders of a Darhel. The Hero has a thousand faces, but is one of them the face of an elf?

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Human-Posleen War Series , #5
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The Hero

By John Ringo Michael Z. Williamson

Baen Books

Copyright © 2004 John Ringo & Michael Z. Williamson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-7434-8827-X

Chapter One

The assembly room of the Deep Reconnaissance Team was as utilitarian and sere as the team itself. The walls, floor and ceiling were a matte-gray unmarked plasteel, blank of lockers, tables or any other appurtenances of human existence. There were two doors on opposite walls, both made of heavy plasteel like a bank vault. The materials were as much a matter of safety as security; power packs and ammunition bins did get damaged, and accidents happen. And when accidents happen with the power packs, catastrophic was the mildest word possible.

Nobody wanted the accidents to happen to the troops, either. But better to lose a DRT than a base. Or, at least, that was the opinion of the rest of the base.

Ferret was the first one in the room, carrying a snubby punch gun. Four others followed with grav-guns and assorted personal weapons that were officially unauthorized, but few people were inclined to dispute their right to carry them. Pulsers predominated. There was an extra grenade launcher and a couple of large-caliber pistols also. Dagger came in last, easily swinging his sniper-spec gauss rifle.

They were bantering as they entered, Ferret laughing at Thor for taking on Dagger in a shoot-out. "What, you thinking of trying out for the Olympics?" He laughed again as Thor winced.

Thor's account was lighter by five hundred credits. He'd been sure that with standard weapons he could outshoot Dagger. After all, the sniper's rifle was a hideously expensive and custom piece of equipment that took hours of tuning to set up properly. He would be chagrined at the outcome for days, and could expect to hear it bandied about forever.

Dagger had used a standard grav-rifle, as requested, to put ten rounds in the X ring at five hundred meters as fast as he could pull the trigger, then ten more at a thousand meters nearly as fast. He'd had one flyer at that range, just out of the five and into the four ring. He'd barely taken time to aim, it seemed, and had turned and left the firing line the moment his last round was fired, before any tally showed on the screen. His features hadn't moved until he heard about the flyer, and then had sneered in disgust at himself. The man was inhumanly accurate. It showed in his movements. They were fast but smooth and with never a clumsy bump. Sniping involved stalking as well as shooting, and he was as good at both skills as humans came.

Thor winced again as the rest chuckled. Finally, Gun Doll chimed, "Okay, this is getting boring," and they took the hint and changed subjects.

Dagger still didn't say anything about it as Ferret hit a switch and a set of tables and seats extruded out of the floor. They were sterile gray, just like everything else. Gun Doll eased her lanky frame up against the wall and hit a switch with her elbow-as her hands still cradled a bulky assault cannon-and throbbing music came from all sides. It was one of the abrasive dance tunes she liked, but the volume was quiet enough to prevent complaints. Holograms on the wall flared up, too, displaying unit murals. One of them showed a garish swath of destruction, smashed hovertanks, bent rocket howitzers, crushed combat bots. It started on the left at an insertion pod and terminated on the right at a huge, chiseled NCO wearing the black beret of a DRT commando. His caricature had a heavy grav-gun in his hands, an automatic grenade launcher over one shoulder, a light mortar over the other, knives and hatchets all over his combat harness and a teddy bear sticking out of one pocket. It was captioned, "Excuse me, just passing through." Another showed a drop gone horribly wrong with shattered combat armor scattered all over it, smashed shuttles, artillery still splashing rings of dirt and small killer bots swarming everywhere. At the center was a guy wearing major's tabs, tapping on a long-range communicator. Caption: "I love it when a plan comes together." At that, the artwork was tame compared to pieces that drifted around the nets and were posted on screens here and there, many of them making light of the acronym DRT... "Dead Right There." Or sometimes, DRTTT: Dead Right There, There and There. Or the DiRTies. Though few people would say that to one in a bar, unless they were very good friends. Masochism was the prime requirement for recon in nasty territory, so DRTs could take a lot of damage. They could also dish out their share and a bit more.

The chat dulled slightly as they start laying out their weapons and stripping them down for cleaning. The team was filthy with mud, sweat, grime and assorted shredded greenery; the weapons were merely dirty from use. Good troops took care of their weapons because their lives depended on them. Between pirates, feral Posleen still romping around from the war that had almost wiped out humanity and the new Blob menace, these troops expected to see action at any time. The weapons were cared for because they were the difference between life and a cold e-mail to their survivors.

The weapons' receivers were coated with a chameleon surface that assumed the colors and pattern of anything in the vicinity. As they were laid on the table, they shifted to match, becoming all but invisible. Ferret cursed and said, "The surface stays active damned near forever, even when there isn't enough juice left to shoot with." He pressed the surface switch to drop the weapon to neutral gray.

Gorilla, being one of the technical specialists, said, "No, it won't last forever. It will last a while, though. The surface is small and the environment in here doesn't take much shifting. But I wouldn't try to get that long out of an intruder suit. Otoh, it's easier to detect."

Ferret replied, "Teach your granma to suck Posleen; 'The expert scout uses guile and deception rather than relying on technical devices.'" Shrugging his shoulders he turned back to his weapon.

The troops' sure fingers handled the parts without effort, as they would even in the dark. The dull coated barrels with their internal grav drivers and small bores were shoved to the middle of the table and the receivers to the edge, in a standard layout. In the frame of these, smaller parts, trigger assemblies and sights were set in positions personalized by years of practice. The punch guns were rather simple: an energy unit that slid out and wasn't to be messed with and the frame. Each soldier had his or her own favorite layout, but all were clearly the product of the same basic training. Dagger sat off at a table by himself, his sniper rifle being cared for by hands that almost caressed it. Dagger was like that. Always part of the team, always alone.

Thor pulled the breech of his grav-gun and stared into it while waving his glowing light ball across the table and down to illuminate it from the bore. As he inhaled the astringent tang of burned metal wafting from the tube, he cursed at what he saw. The main problem with the weapons was that the ammunition they had used was substandard. The factory-recommended ammunition was depleted uranium coated with a carbon-based witches' brew and charged with a tiny droplet of antimatter. The antimatter droplet was released by a shot of power and then the charge was scavenged from the AM disintegration. However, the Islendian Republic did not have the facilities to produce such sophisticated ammo, so the grav-guns were driven off external packs and most of the rounds used were simple depleted uranium with a graphite coat.

The problem was that at the incredibly high speeds of the rounds, the carbon and then the uranium sublimed and coated the breech and bore of the rifle with a substance that was damned near uranium-carbon alloy. And nearly as hard to get off...

Thor reached into his ruck for a bulb of soda from his "emergency" rations, and paused. "What the hell?" he muttered, finding something hard and not bulb-shaped. He grasped it and pulled it out. It was a rock, about five kilograms' worth. Just a rock.

"You rat bastards," he said disgustedly. It was a running gag. Every time they came back from a mission or a field exercise, some jackass was able to slip a local boulder into his gear. He must have a pile of forty of the damned things in the corner of his barracks room now. No one knew why he kept them. Neither did he, except that they were mementos, sort of. He even had one from Earth.

Everyone laughed aloud, except Dagger, and even he snickered. Gorilla said, "Another rock for your collection, Thor."

"Yeah, yeah. Rocks, concrete core samples from the engineers, always something. Sooner or later someone's going to get me busted for smuggling a Rumakian Sacred Piece of Granite or some shit. And I'll make you guys cough up the duty."

"You'd have to," Ferret said. "Dagger would have all your cash." Everyone laughed at that, even Dagger.

The hazing about the shootout picked up again.

"'Hi, my name is Thor, and I can't hit the broad side of a warehouse.'"

"'Dagger, shoot me now before I try to beat you again.'"

"'Duh, me Thor, me think me shoot straight.' 'Dat's okay, said the young maiden,' not wanting to embarrass him, 'I'm thore too!'"

Dagger said nothing. He didn't need to. Thor said nothing, trying to make them pick something else by being boring.

Ferret made a single comment and shut up. "You better be able to shoot better against the Blobs than against Dagger," which let the conversation segue into a discussion of what the next mission might be. There was no question that the next mission would be against the Blobs. There were few other threats currently, and none that required the special skills of DRTs. The question was whether it would be a raid, a recon, another casualty-racking attempt at a snatch or some new vac-brained plan from the whiz kids on the Strategic Staff.

The so-called Blobs, the Tslek, were a recent enemy to the loose federation of planets that made up the Islendian Confederation. They were dark, soft creatures with no fixed form, that extended pseudopods for manipulation. So far, not many humans had seen a Tslek up close. At least not to report back afterwards. Several remote colonies had been lost, their administrative centers smashed into incandescent vapor by what were reported as kinetic weapons but seemed to pack more energy than simple rock falls. As with nukes and antimatter weapons, such devices were forbidden among the civilized races, especially among humans. The shock of the attacks had rippled through space with the first reports. Reconnaissance and special operations craft had been sent out to determine the nature of the threat. Some had come back.

The Tslek occupied an undetermined number of planetary systems near the fringe of human exploration. So far the humans had only found one planet that had a Blob "civilian" presence. Or at least a moderately large presence, because it was difficult to tell the difference between Blobs that were military and civilian. The human task force commander had dropped a series of kinetic strikes in retaliation and retreated. At the moment the situation was something like a "phony war" with both sides probing forward. One could get just as dead in a phony war as a real one, though. The front was insubstantial and shifting, but very real.

So far the Blobs had gotten the best of it; the frontiers in that direction had been hammered with millions of dead colonists as a result. If, or more accurately, when a Blob raiding force got through to the more heavily populated worlds the civilian casualties would be enormous; on the order of billions.

There were indications from scouting ships that the Blobs were planning on attacking towards the Core worlds with a large fleet. The humans were grudgingly willing to accept the casualties that came with this; the normal technique was to let a group attack then slash in behind them with light forces and sever their supply lines. But the line of advance was the question. While Earth and the Core might not care, the Islendian Republic didn't wish to be the route used.

The Blobs apparently had the same needs as humans: hydrogen to refuel their ships, spare parts, oxygen and water and fresh food. They also used the same drive systems as humans, the low energy "valley drive" that would take ships from system to system along "valleys" between stars called transit lanes and the "tunnel drive," originally introduced to the humans and their allies by the enemy Posleen, which at enormous energy cost could "tunnel" at hyperluminal speed through any region of space. This meant that from time to time they had to resupply with hydrogen for their valley drives and antimatter for their tunnel drives, besides taking on other consummables. Some of that could be brought forward by resupply ships. But some of it, fuel especially, was more efficiently gathered along the way. It still made more sense to have ships resupply on food rather than "grow their own"; plants took up space that could be used for ammo and "legs" and weren't as efficient at cleaning the air as recycling systems.

For all these reasons the Blobs were going to need an advanced base on their line of march. It would have certain requirements: it would have to have more than one good transit lane, it would need a Jovian-type planet for fuel and it would probably possess a terrestrial planet with signs of Blob agriculture.

The Blobs didn't strictly need a system with an Earth-like class planet, but that was the way to bet. Not only did it permit areas to grow and process food without the expense of domes and other necessities on moons but it permitted crew rest in decent conditions. The biosphere also was a remarkably good cloaking material for all the normal methods of detection; it meant atmosphere to deflect particles and other life signs to disappear among.

The Blobs did not appear to be stupid and they seemed to use the same general logic system as humans. That meant that they were as aware of the needs as the humans. And they would guess that the humans would know this. So they were probably prepared for a reconnaissance of some sort.

The missions related to this might be very nasty, brutish and short. The team knew this, and tried to avoid admitting it by joking around the subject. Any mission could be their last, and current events were less than promising. A couple of teams had disappeared lately. Nobody knew where they went, or what had happened; they weren't on the need-to-know list about other team mission. They simply received the bald reports that team such-and-so was "missing; presumed lost."

While the team discussed missing comrades, the team commander showed up.


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Meet the Author

John Ringo is author of the New York Times best-selling Posleen War series which so far includes A Hymn Before Battle, Gust Front, When the Devil Dances (New York Times best seller), and Hell's Faire (New York Times best seller), and is the hottest new science fiction writer since David Weber. A veteran of the 82nd Airborne, Ringo brings first-hand knowledge of military operations to his fiction. He had visited 23 countries and attended 14 schools by the time he graduated high school.
Michael Z. Williamson, an 18-year veteran of the US Army and US Air Force, is a state-ranked competitive shooter in combat rifle and combat pistol. As with John Ringo, Williamson's military experience gives him the first-hand knowledge to bring an adventure yarn to vivid life and keep it moving at a breakneck pace. Williamson's first novel for Baen was Freehold (January 2004). He has also written three action-suspense novels in the Target: Terror series for Harper-Collins, which will publish One Shot, One Kill; Scope of Justice; and By the Book in 2004.

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Hero 2.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
Aelius More than 1 year ago
I read all of John Ringo's 'Posleen War' books, and loved every one of them. THIS book was a big disappointment to me. The trouble is, it is marketed as `Military Fiction' and it takes place in a military environment, but it is definitely a CHARACTER STUDY, not Military Fiction as most people would define it. Set in the same general universe as the `Posleen' series, but at some unspecified future date, it is about an alien `The Hero' who works with a Human Combat Team. They are sent on a Recon mission. Lots of strife, tough environment, but no significant combat. Then, VERY late in the book, we get some combat action, mostly between "The Hero" and a renegade human. Mano a Mano on a wild, dangerous alien planet. Big deal. You can guess the rest. I give it 2 stars, because it was technically well written, and Ringo certainly seems to understand military characteristics, but I REALLY think I am being generous. I don't think it will appeal very much to the `target audience.' It didn't satisfy ME. If I am going to read military fiction, I want strife and battles and bravery and cowardice in a larger context, and I want it to mean something. This book just seemed like they were exploring character relationships for future books in the series. If that sounds like your cup of tea, then go for it. Personally, I felt cheated.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
After reading the Posleen series Hero was a tremendous let down. This story never gets going a whole book devoted to a Sniper stalking and being stalked. One chapter maximum would cover it. Don't waste your money on this one. Too bad there is no 0 star rating.
kamas716 More than 1 year ago
Overall, I liked it. Where the previous novels in the series were solid 4 to 4.5, this was more like a 3.5 to a weak 4. While the first part of the story introducing all of the characters was OK, it seemed a little slow going. Things picked up once the team got inserted on the planet, but it didn't really get good until the betrayal and stalk. I feel like I've read the stalking sequence, at least in part, before. But, I'm not sure where, perhaps John Ringo or Michael Z. Williamson put out a short story similar to it? Set a thousand years in the future, I felt like I was missing some part of the story. I liked the characters, wish Gun Doll and Ferret could have made it all the way through. The resolution of the hunt was fairly predictable. Decent book, but not quite as strong as the others. Definitely worth the read if you liked the previous novels, but not something to start with. The eBook was formatted fine with no obvious spelling/grammar errors. Thanks to Baen for the F r e e Library and promotional CDs
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I picked this book up because I was looking for a fast, fun read that would not require too much out of me. This book meets that requirement well, but so do many others. I would recommend this book to you if: (1) you were looking for a fast read; (2) like stories about a smart, capable hero on the run for their life against seemingly impossible odds; (3) don't mind having some sci-fi elements thrown in on top of a story that may actually be more interesting than the story itself; and (4) don't need to be immersed in a world / get to know characters / where you will really care what happens next. The plot of the book - and I'm not giving away here more than you can derive from the cover - is that a stealth mission to a hostile planet discovers a powerful artifact that splits the team into competing factions who are in a race against time to control it. Positives. What I do like about the book is that it was reasonably fast paced - in the first half of the book because characters and technologies are being introduced, and in the second half because of the direct, and deadly, competition between the characters to control the artifact. The use of military technology, motivation (albeit simple), and capabilities of the characters are clearly laid out. Negatives. The narrative switches from one type of book - a group on a mission - to another type - two characters in direct deadly conflict - about halfway through. The transition is expected (you read the cover after all!) but still jarring. The resolution of the conflict at the end of the book is pretty much as you would expect (after all, the bad guy, while competent, is always clearly bad), but at the end the appearance of a random third party does let one of the key characters off the hook when they are backed into an impossible situation. Conclusion. A reasonably interesting book - I did after all read the whole thing. You have to be in the right mood to read it though. Several interesting scientific, military and cultural elements are introduced that could have been followed up on in more detail and with more consistency. Note. This is the first John Ringo book I have read, so I am not sure that I "get him" as an author yet. I did however, based on this book, go pick up a Michael Williamson book ("The Weapon") to try next.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A novel concept for the storyline but alluding to many things not yet written (possibly other books??). I would have expected other books prior to this one for basis and tie-ins. Compared to other books in the world of the Posleen, this was rather simplistic containing only one story line. Characters were not developed to the depth of previous offerings - without the overleaf, would not know who the central character is until well into the book. My expectations based on the premise made as to places and times, I found that there was less than expected change or growth/progress.
Guest More than 1 year ago
John Ringo is one of my favorite authors. I was disappointed in the characters, events and ending of this book. The main character was a Darhel from the previous series (Gust Front, Hymn Before Battle, etc) so we got to learn some interesting information about them and that was neat. But I guess I like my space opera standard, not focusing on the negative. Good plot and cast of characters, I just did not like what they did with them and where they were going. The ending seemed like they realized they must tie up the book so, and so surprise! bam! which could have happened anywhere in the story, just seemed convenient that it happened there. If you like dark characters and plot twist zingers, this is well written but just not for me. More like previous please!