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.
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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.
This week, when Jean-Luc fails his Academy entrance exam, his father squashes dreams of further attempts like grapes underfoot. But the young Picard is convinced he’s seen the last of the summer wine. Will Jean-Luc buckle under the twin weights of tradition and parental expectation? Is everything better under the sea? And what exactly is Louis getting up to with those twins? All this and more in Starfall, the book where you find out who your true friends are.
This week, when the Enterprise checks out a warp signature a few light years off course, they find a people huddling in a galactic corner waiting for the end. But when it turns out they’ve arrived ahead of the expected company, Picard’s mediation skills will be stretched to their limits. Does a Star Trek novel need an “entr’acte”? Should Tamarian reference-speak be Starfleet SOP in dangerous situations? And are y’all ready to talk some poop-beaming theory? All this and more in The Last Stand, the book that dares to ungrow the beard.