In today’s episode, when Voyager stumbles upon the Fury homeworld, they also discover the galaxy’s largest gas-siphoning operation. But there isn’t much time to crack the Furies’ endgame, and Voyager’s only source of intel is nuttier than a squirrel turd. How are Tuvok’s students getting along? Is it even possible to make a dent in the Furies’ operation? And since when is Neelix the paragon of calm, cool, and collected? All this and more in The Final Fury, the book that really socks it to those pesky combadges.
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In today’s episode, when a 5000-year-old Defiant pops up on Antiques Roadshow, Sisko takes no joy in verifying the certificate of authenticity. But if he can’t stop a nasty case of space termites from gobbling up everything in the Alpha Quadrant, he’ll find out exactly how he ended up on the rocks. Has spinal meningitis got Morn down? Is the Hainish Cycle canon? And is the Bronto Burger back on the menu? All this and more in Time’s Enemy, the book that asks: what if we take the wormhole and push it somewhere else?
This week, the Furies are back, and they’ve traded scaring the hell out of people for scaring it into them. But the Enterprise crew has to find a way in through the out door if they ever want to see snowy Idaho again. Can the Furies really be negotiated with? Are they truly as afraid of the Alpha Quadrant as the A.Q. is of them? And why aren’t they more baffled by Data? All this and more in The Soldiers of Fear, the book that reminds us why we don’t get attached to redshirts.
This week, an invading force arrives with One Weird Trick for losing weight, but the Klingons are more concerned with the boogeyman that just jumped out of the closet. But if the Enterprise wants any data on the new arrivals, they may have to dig into their own lore first. What newspaper comics are still known in the 23rd century? How many middle initials does Kirk have floating around out there? And is Carey the right Diane for this job? All this and more in First Strike, the first book of the Invasion! saga, or as I like to call it, The Rath Cycle.