This week, the Supreme Ruler of Jibet flees an uprising, but misses a few million snoozes on his alarm. Eight hundred years later, his missing Uhaul has been found, and now the entire Alpha Quadrant is stopping by to rubberneck—and get in on the storage wars. What qualities get an ensign picked for Defiant duty? What does the officers’ handbook say about swearing? And can Smith and Rusch make alien fetch happen? All this and more in The Long Night, the book that—BAH GAWD! THAT’S JAKE SISKO’S MUSIC!
This week, Picard must convince the Dragon Empire to join the Federation to keep them from becoming Chinese food. But if he doesn’t want to abide by the worst possible interpretation of the Prime Directive, he’ll have to make sure the impending nuptials go smooth as butter. Can Riker make poker sound honorable? Will Data have Kivas Fajo flashbacks? And exactly how many nasty dishes will Picard have to choke down with a smile? All this and more in Dragon’s Honor, the book that takes its inspiration from an unexpected source.
This week, the planet Rimillia needs Scotty’s help to escape the No-Spin Zone. But when Bones speaks for the trees, he and Sulu find themselves committing to a marathon Spore stream. Which will prevail: plants or machines? And will one of them emerge the victor before rotation can turn into revolution? And also, should Chekov be here yet? All this and more in Twilight’s End, the book that won’t get all judgey about your hobbies.
This week, Cadet Picard confronts the uncomfortable truth that there’s always someone better than you. But when he and his friends run into trouble on an elite training exercise, they aren’t sure if it’s the Kobayashi Maru or the real deal. Can total jerks have bits worth stealing? Who should be getting Academy buildings named after them? And will white people ever stop claiming Cherokee ancestry? All this and more in Nova Command, the book that forces a revision to the “Boothby is a Q” theory.
This week, Spock’s first field trip with his class ends in their capture. But help is on the way, from a cantankerous Starfleet admiral hitching a ride on the flagship and a friend who still checks his Google Alerts. Will Admiral McCoy become everything he used to hate? Has the typesetter gone on an unannounced vacation? And can that shuttlecraft settle on a dang name already? All this and more in Crossover, the book born under a blood-green sky.