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The Lost Fleet: Victorious [Format Kindle]

Jack Campbell
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He had faced death many times and would cheerfully do so again rather than attend this briefing.

“You’re not going to face a firing squad,” Captain Tanya Desjani reminded him. “You’re going to brief the Alliance grand council.”

Captain John Geary turned his head slightly to look directly at Captain Desjani, commanding officer of Geary’s flagship, the battle cruiser Dauntless. “Remind me again of the difference.”

“The politicians aren’t supposed to be carrying weapons, and they’re more afraid of you than you are of them. Relax. If they see you this tense, they’ll believe you really are planning a coup.” Desjani made a face. “You should know that they’re accompanied by Admiral Otropa.”

“Admiral Otropa?” Geary had literally been out of the loop for a century, so his knowledge of current officers was limited to those in the ships of the fleet itself.

Desjani nodded, somehow investing the simple gesture with disdain that obviously wasn’t aimed at Geary. “Military aide to the grand council. Don’t worry about the grand council trying to hand command of the fleet to him. No one would accept Otropa the Anvil as fleet commander in place of you.”

Geary looked back at his reflection, feeling nervous and uncomfortable in his dress uniform. He had never enjoyed briefings, and a hundred years ago he would never have imagined that he would be called upon personally to brief the grand council. “The Anvil? That sounds like a strong nickname.”

“He’s called the Anvil because he’s been beaten so often,” Desjani explained. “With his political talents far exceeding his military skills, Otropa finally figured out that the position of military aide to the grand council was risk-free.”

Geary almost choked as he tried to swallow a laugh. “I guess there are worse nicknames than Black Jack.”

“Many worse ones.” Out of the corner of his eye, Geary saw Desjani cock her head to one side questioningly. “You’ve never told me how you picked up the Black Jack name or why you don’t like it. Like every schoolkid in the Alliance, I learned the official story in your biographies, but that story doesn’t explain your feelings about the nickname.”

He glanced her way. “What’s the official story?” Since being awakened from survival sleep in a lost and damaged escape pod, he’d made an effort to avoid reading the authorized accounts of his supposed heroic nature.

“That you never got a red deficiency or failure mark in evaluations of yourself or any units under your command,” Desjani explained. “Your marks were always ‘meets or exceeds expectations’ black, hence Black Jack.”

“Ancestors preserve us.” Geary tried to keep from breaking into laughter. “Anyone who really looked at my records would know that wasn’t true.”

“So what is the truth?”

“I should have at least one secret from you.”

“As long as it’s a personal secret. The captain of your flagship needs to know all of your professional secrets.” She paused before speaking again. “This meeting with the grand council. Have you told me everything? Are you going to do as you told me?”

“Yes, and yes.” He turned to face her fully, letting his worries show. As commander of the fleet, Geary had been forced to project confidence publicly no matter how bad things got. Desjani was one of the few people to whom he could reveal his qualms. “It’ll be a tightrope act. I need to convince them of what we have to do, convince them to order me to do it, and not make them think I’m taking over the government.”

Desjani nodded, seeming not the least bit concerned herself. “You’ll do fine, sir. I’ll go make sure everything is ready at the shuttle dock for your flight to Ambaru station while you straighten up your uniform.” She saluted with careful precision, then pivoted and left.

Geary kept his eyes on the hatch to his stateroom after it had shut behind Desjani. He’d have the perfect professional relationship with Tanya Desjani except for the fact that he’d done the incredibly unprofessional thing of falling in love with her. Not that he’d ever openly said that, or ever would. Not while she was his subordinate. It didn’t help that she apparently felt the same way about him, even though neither of them could openly speak of it or act on it in any way. That should have felt like a small problem in a universe a century removed from his own, where the Alliance believed him to be a mythical hero returned from the dead, where an unwinnable war had been raging for that entire century between the Alliance and the Syndicate Worlds, and where the worn-out citizens of the Alliance were so disgusted with their own political leaders that they would have welcomed him declaring himself dictator. Sometimes, though, that “small” personal problem felt like the hardest thing to endure.

He focused back on his reflection, not able to spot any imperfections in his uniform but knowing that Desjani wouldn’t have dropped that broad hint about straightening up if she hadn’t seen something. Scowling, Geary moved a few things a fraction of a millimeter, his eyes going to the multipointed Alliance Star hanging just beneath his collar. He didn’t like wearing the medal awarded him after his supposed death in a last-stand battle a century ago, not feeling that he had really earned such an honor, but regulations demanded that an officer in dress uniform wear “all insignia, decorations, awards, ribbons, and medals to which that officer is entitled.” He couldn’t afford to pick and choose which regulations to follow because he knew that he had the power to do just that, and if he started, he had no idea where it might end.

As he began to leave, his comm alert sounded. Geary slapped the acknowledgment and saw the image of Captain Badaya appear, smiling confidently and apparently standing before Geary even though Badaya was physically still located aboard his own ship. “Good morning, Captain,” Badaya beamed.

“Thanks. I was just about to leave to meet with the grand council.” He had to handle Badaya carefully. Although Badaya technically was simply commanding officer of the battle cruiser Illustrious, he also led the faction of the fleet that would, without a second thought, back Geary as military dictator. Since that faction made up almost the entire fleet by now, Geary had to ensure they didn’t launch such a coup. Since assuming command of the fleet, he had gone from worrying about mutiny against himself to worrying about mutiny against the Alliance itself in his name.

Badaya nodded, his smile getting harder. “Some of the captains wanted to move some battleships over near Ambaru station just to remind the grand council who’s really in charge, but I told them that wasn’t how you were playing it.”

“Exactly,” Geary agreed, trying not to sound too relieved. “We have to maintain the image that the grand council is still in charge.” That was the cover story he was using with Badaya anyway. If the grand council ordered Geary to do something the fleet knew Geary wouldn’t have chosen to do, Geary would feel obligated to follow those orders or resign, and all hell would probably break loose.

“Rione will help you handle them,” Badaya noted with a dismissive gesture. “You’ve got her in your pocket, and she’ll keep the other politicians in line. Since you say time is tight, I’d better let you go, sir.” With a final parting grin and a salute, Badaya’s image vanished.

Geary shook his head, wondering what Madam Co-President of the Callas Republic and Senator of the Alliance Victoria Rione would do if she heard Badaya saying Rione was in Geary’s pocket. Nothing good, that was certain.

He walked through the passageways of Dauntless toward the shuttle dock, returning enthusiastic salutes from the crew members he passed. Dauntless had been his flagship since he’d assumed command of the fleet in the Syndic home star system, the Alliance fleet trapped deep inside enemy territory and apparently doomed. Against all odds, he’d brought most of those ships home, and their crews believed he could do anything. Even win a war their parents and grandparents had also fought. He did his best to look outwardly calm and confident despite his own internal turmoil.

But Geary couldn’t help frowning slightly as he finally reached the shuttle dock. Desjani and Rione were both there, standing close together and apparently speaking softly to each other, their expressions impassive. Since the two women usually exchanged words only under the direst necessity and often had seemed ready to go at it with knives, pistols, hell lances, and any other available weapon, Geary couldn’t help wondering why they were getting along all of a sudden.

Desjani stepped toward him as he approached, while Rione went through the hatch into the dock. “The shuttle and your escort are ready,” Desjani reported. She frowned slightly as she examined him, reaching to make tiny adjustments to some of his ribbons. “The fleet will be standing by.”

“Tanya, I’m counting on you, Duellos, and Tulev to keep things from going nova. Badaya should be working with you to keep anyone in the fleet from overreacting and causing a disaster, but you three also need to make sure Badaya doesn’t overreact.”

She nodded calmly. “Of course, sir. But you do realize that none of us will be able to hold things back if the grand council overreacts.” Stepping closer, Desjani lowered her voice and rested one hand on his forearm, a rare gesture, which emphasized her words. “Listen to her. This is her battlefield, her weapons.”

“Rione?” He had never expected to hear Desjani urging him to pay attention to Rione’s advice.

“Yes.” Stepping back again, Desjani saluted, only her eyes betraying her worries. “Good luck, sir.”

He returned the salute and walked into the dock. Nearby, the bulk of a fleet shuttle loomed, an entire platoon of Marines forming an honor guard on either side of its loading ramp.

An entire platoon of Marines in full battle armor, with complete weapons loadout.

Before he could say anything, a Marine major stepped forward and saluted. “I’m assigned to command your honor guard, Captain Geary. We’ll accompany you to the meeting with the grand council.”

“Why are your troops in battle armor?” Geary asked.

The major didn’t hesitate at all. “Varandal Star System remains in Attack Imminent alert status, sir. Regulations require my troops to be at maximum combat readiness when participating in official movements under such an alert status.”

How convenient. Geary glanced toward Rione, who didn’t seem the least bit surprised at the combat footing of the Marines. Desjani had obviously been in on this, too. But then Colonel Carabali, the fleet’s Marine commander, must have approved of the decision as well. Despite his own misgivings at arriving to speak to his political superiors with a combat-ready force at his back, Geary decided that trying to override the collective judgment of Desjani, Rione, and Carabali wasn’t likely to be wise. “Very well. Thank you, Major.”

The Marines raised their weapons to present arms as Geary walked up the ramp, Rione beside him, bringing his arm up in a salute acknowledging the honors being rendered him. At times like this, when he seemed to have been saluting constantly for an hour, even he wondered at the wisdom of having reintroduced that gesture of respect into the fleet.

He and Rione went through to the small VIP cabin just aft of the pilots’ cockpit, the Marines filing in behind them to take seats in the shuttle’s main compartment. Geary strapped in, gazing at the display panel before him, where a remote image showed stars glittering against the endless night of space. It might have been a window, if anyone had been crazy enough to put a physical window in the hull of a ship or a shuttle

“Nervous?” Rione asked.

“Can’t you tell?”

“Not really. You’re doing a good job.”

“Thanks. What were you and Desjani plotting about when I got to the shuttle dock?”

“Just some girl talk,” Rione said airily, waving a negligent hand. “War, the fate of humanity, the nature of the universe. That sort of thing.”

“Did you reach any conclusions I should know about?”

She gave him a cool look, then smiled with apparently genuine reassurance. “We think you’ll do fine as long as you are yourself. Both of us have your back. Feel better?”

“Much better, thank you.” Status lights revealed the shuttle’s ramp rising and sealing, the inner dock doors closing, the outer doors opening, then the shuttle rose, pivoted in place with jaunty smoothness, and tore out into space. Geary felt himself grinning. Autopilots could drive a shuttle technically as well as any human, and better in many cases, but only humans could put a real sense of style into their piloting. On his display, the shape of Dauntless dwindled rapidly as the shuttle accelerated. “This is the first time I’ve been off Dauntless,” he suddenly realized.

“Since your survival pod was picked up, you mean,” Rione corrected.

“Yeah.” His former home and former acquaintances were gone, vanished into a past a century old. Dauntless had become his home, her crew his family. It felt odd to leave them.

The journey seemed very brief, the huge shapes of Ambaru space station’s exterior structures looming near as the shuttle slid gently toward its assigned dock. Moments later, the shuttle grounded. Geary watched until the status lights indicated that the dock was pressurized, then took a deep breath, stood up, straightened his uniform yet again, and nodded to Rione. “Let’s go.” Rione nodded back at him, something about her feeling both familiar and yet out of place. Geary realized that Rione was exhibiting the same manner Desjani showed when combat loomed. Like Desjani facing Syndic warships, Rione seemed in her element at that instant, ready to do battle in her own way.

The dock was much larger than the one on Dauntless, but the first thing that Geary registered was that his Marine honor guard had deployed around the ramp in a circular formation, facing outward, their weapons in ready positions rather than at present arms and their armor sealed. Raising his gaze, Geary saw that on three sides of the shuttle dock the bulkheads were lined with what seemed to be an entire company of ground forces, all of them armed but none of them armored, the ground troops staring nervously at the Marines.

So Rione had been right. She’d warned him that the grand council might try to arrest him immediately and isolate him from the fleet, in the belief that he would want to become a dictator. Feeling a tight coldness inside at the insult to his honor, Geary stalked down the ramp to where a familiar shape waited. He’d never actually met Admiral Timbale, but he had received several messages from the man, every one begging off any conversation and completely deferring to Geary.

He stopped in front of Timbale and saluted, holding the gesture as Timbale stared back in momentary confusion. Then a light of understanding appeared in Timbale’s eyes, and he hastily sketched a crude return salute. “C-captain Geary. W-welcome aboard Ambaru station.”

“Thank you, sir.” Geary’s flat words echoed in the otherwise-silent dock.

Rione came up beside him. “Admiral, I suggest you disperse your honor guard now that they have greeted Captain Geary.”

Timbale stared back at her, then at the Marines, a drop of sweat running down one side of his face. “I . . .”

“Perhaps if you contacted grand council chair Senator Navarro, he would modify whatever your original orders were?” Rione suggested.

“Yes.” Backpedaling with ill-concealed relief, Timbale muttered into his comm unit, waited, then muttered again. Forcing a smile, the admiral nodded to Rione, then turned toward the ground forces arrayed along the bulkheads. “Colonel, return your troops to their quarters.” The ground-forces officer stepped forward, her mouth open in apparent protest. “Just do it, Colonel!” Timbale snapped.

The ground-forces soldiers pivoted in response to their orders and filed out, more than one of them casting awed glances toward Geary before they left. He wondered what would have happened if he had simply given orders directly to those soldiers. Would they have done what Black Jack ordered? The thought brought a tight sense of worry as the reality of what he could do, of what he might cause to happen if he didn’t handle things right, came home to him clearly.

When the last ground-forces soldier had left, Geary looked to his Marine major. Now what? Bring his escort with him? Bring some of them? What reason did he have to believe that more ground-forces troops wouldn’t appear and try to arrest him again as soon as he left the dock? Prudence dictated taking at least some of the Marines with him.

Which would also mean walking into the presence of the grand council with armed and armored Marines at his back. To anyone watching or hearing, such an action would scream two things: an imminent coup and a fundamental distrust on Geary’s part of the Alliance’s political leaders. The impact of those things could destroy everything he hoped to achieve and trigger the coup he feared.

But if he was arrested, the fleet would act, no matter his expressed wishes.

Présentation de l'éditeur

The Lost Fleet: Relentless found its way onto the New York Times bestseller list...

Now Victorious leads the charge again-and "Black Jack" Geary is in command...


As war continues to rage between the Alliance and Syndicate Worlds, Captain "Black Jack" Geary is promoted to admiral-even though the ruling council fears he may stage a military coup. His new rank gives him the authority to negotiate with the Syndics, who have suffered tremendous losses and may finally be willing to end the war. But an even greater alien threat lurks on the far side of the Syndic occupied space.

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2.0 étoiles sur 5 la flotte perdue , est perdue 3 octobre 2013
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Le personnage central , notre héros ressuscité , est globalement un des points forts du roman avec également et ceci , avec une assez grande constance , une scénarisation des batailles ainsi que des autres engagements militaires , dans l'espace , qui est une scénarisation de qualité . Elle est bonne et de ce fait c'est très agréable car réussi et bien factorisé dans l'équation du contexte et de l'univers , enfin disons le plus souvent .

Ce tome cependant c'est surtout la rentrée au bercail , et elle est mièvre à mon humble avis ...

Notre sénatrice est toujours ici , aussi ridicule , aussi incontournable et aussi peu crédible que d'habitude ...
C'est franchement aussi pénible que gênant parce que , surtout c'est très visible comme ridicule et cela apparaît comme une imperfection quasiment structurelle finalement .

Un tome de science-fiction militaire bien ficelé , avec une stratégie et un contexte tactique qui passent bien , car ils sont suffisamment fonctionnels pour être distrayants et crédibles .

Des descriptions et des dialogues assez crédibles aussi , du point de vue militaire , mais assez faciles , presque enfantins , lorsque l'on aborde le terrain de la politique et de ceux qui font de la politique et de la diplomatie .

Un roman donc , plus que jamais représentatif des défauts de ce cycle excessivement inégal , mais dans le cas de ce texte les aspects de l'ordre du bon petit roman d'action sont très saillants et ils rendent la lecture de ce tome incontestablement gratifiante et plaisante .
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Il me semble... 18 octobre 2010
Par Sirtis
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... avoir lu dans un interview ou dans je ne sais plus quel papier que l'auteur avait l'intention ou envisageait de développer une suite (plus politique peut être). Cela serait bienvenu. L'histoire de cette flotte perdue est passionnante, tant sur les aspects "stratégico-géopolitiques" que tactiques (sans compter les histoires humaines bien sur). De la très bonne SF d'action.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Y'a une suite ? 16 juin 2010
Par Dom
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Très bonne conclusion au cycle. Un seul regret, il y a de quoi faire une suite, ce qui est dommage si c'est vraiment la conclusion.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Du très bon Space Opera Classique 11 juin 2010
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L'auteur est un ancien militaire de la Navy et cela se sent. Les combats spatiaux et les déploiements tactiques sont très prenants. La gestion et le management des hommes pourraient en remontrer à bien des manuels de DRH. Mais l'humour permet de rendre tout cela très digeste et l'intrigue reste passionnante.

Je recommande chaudement la série
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Black Jack Geary just keeps on honoring his ancestors 3 mai 2010
Par H. Bala - Publié sur Amazon.com
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I continue to get stoked reading about Captain John "Black Jack" Geary. Black Jack, woken from a hundred-year sleep and saddled with command of a demoralized fleet, continues to be a compelling character, one of the classic reluctant heroes in sci-fi. It's only been six months since his resuscitation, but his legend has only grown... but so have the pressures and responsibilities. Six months after fleeing the enemy's home star system, six months of being relentlessly harried thru enemy territory and surviving many epic, harrowing battles in space, the crippled Alliance fleet has at last come home. But it's a quick turnaround. There's unfinished business.

Now is the time to finally end the century of war between the Alliance and the Syndicate Worlds. And so the Alliance fleet makes its way back to the Syndic's home star system for one final battle. And yet beyond the far Syndic borders lurks a frightening and unknown enemy, a hostile race of aliens who has influenced the course of history for humanity. This "enigma race," as the Syndics call them, seems intent on once again tampering with human affairs.

THE LOST FLEET: VICTORIOUS is the sixth entry in Jack Campbell's Lost Fleet series, and it's more of the same. And, by that, I mean that this book, like the five before it, is thoughtful and absorbing military space opera. The space combat is dictated by the laws of physics and relativity and the writer makes it easy for the reader to grasp the tactics and envision the movements and maneuvers of the many warships involved. It's a bit funny to me that, at this stage, the enemy has picked up on and begun to mimic Black Jack's tactics. Not that Black Jack gets snookered...

The character dynamics and interactions continue to be governed by military rote and environment, and I find a welcome familiarity in this, having served in the armed forces. But for Captain Tanya Desjani and that walking anachronism, "Black Jack" Geary, both cautiously in love but restricted by stringent rules against fraternization, all they can do is warily circle each other, maintaining that professional distance.

One of the fascinating elements of this series is that the extended war has had horrific consequences, not the least of which is a deadening of ethics and a gradual erosion of traditional core values within the Alliance. Black Jack Geary has had success in restoring time-honored military codes of conduct and the concepts of honor and mercy and teamwork and fighting smart, but now he faces the internal challenge of not only integrating brash and eager new crew members to his fleet but also infighting among the politicians assigned to him and to the mission. Needless to say, the Alliance's grand council is concerned with Geary's ever growing popularity and fears a military coup.

A nice bit of trivia the author gives us, by the way, is the reasoning behind why Alliance naval ships are named after attributes (Valiant, Dauntless, Invincible, etc.) rather than, say, planets or people.

If you like Battlestar Galactica... If you like Horation Hornblower or Honor Harrington... you should take a look at The Lost Fleet. Thankfully, VICTORIOUS isn't the last book set in this universe. But even if it were, there's enormous gratification in reading this one because Jack Campbell rewards us with big resolutions to several hanging story threads. VICTORIOUS paves the way now for Campbell's two proposed follow-up series: The Lost Fleet: Beyond the Frontier, which chronicles the further exploits of Black Jack and his crew, and The Phoenix Stars series, which takes place in a Syndic star system and focuses on its inhabitants as they cope with the ongoing dissolution of the Syndicate Worlds. I'm really glad Campbell is sticking with John Geary. It's a sad day when Black Jack isn't out there, beating them long odds while chafing under all the adulation.

(I wish, though, that John G. Hemry (Jack Campbell's real name) would catch us up with what his other protagonists, Sergeant Stark and JAG Lt. Paul Sinclair, have been up to.)

And I still don't know how Black Jack got his nickname.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Good, fun sci-fi 23 mai 2010
Par Clifford Scot Hudson - Publié sur Amazon.com
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I've read all of the Lost Fleet books in order since the first came out a few years back, so this review encompasses all of them rather than Victorious alone. These books are capably-written, very easy to read, and to my mind they are appropriately sized for the genre (military sci-fi.) After ready each book you feel like you've just finished watching a longish, action-oriented episode of your favorite space series. Additionally, unlike many books containing space battles which you might have read, Jack Campbell spends a bit of time describing the hows and whys of each engagement. Depending on your personal tastes, this may become slightly annoying after a while, but you have to remember that this is not space opera, and we aren't reading Niven or Heinlein here. Overall I would rate the series highly by these measures.

Where I feel the series (and each book individually) suffers a bit is in the characters themselves. There are three main characters: Capt. John Geary, Capt. Desjani and Co-President Rione. Each of these characters is portrayed as the embodiment of a particular archetype, and to me that makes them feel just slightly unbelievable. Geary is the traditional hero - compassionate, willful, thoughtful and strong, with no desire for power. Desjani is the hero's anchor - utterly loyal, reliable and professional. Rione is the representation of imperfect society with which the hero must deal - distrustful, political, scheming.

There are also a bevy of supporting characters who mostly show up in fleet conferences and the occasional fireside chat with Geary, but by and large they do not contribute much to the series. They come in two distinct flavors: supporters of Geary and detractors. The supporters are portrayed as thoughtful, conscientious persons who act with logic and an eye on the future. They are thus very morally aligned with the hero. Geary's detractors, however, are almost always bloodthirsty or crazy in some way - their views are so short sighted, irrational and unrealistic that you almost feel like you are watching a poorly dubbed anime when they speak. Moments like these can pull you out of the story, and I feel like the author simply didn't want to spend enough time determining how to create good internal friction in the fleet without introducing crazy people. It's a bit ham-fisted in that regard.

Throughout the series there is little character development. True, Desjani does become a bit more rational as time goes by, and Rione a bit more trustworthy, but Geary is essentially stagnant. His heroic qualities which were firmly established in the first book do not change in any appreciable way by the last book, and the author's attempts to humanize him with the two love interests over the series generally fall flat against those qualities, if only because he could not act in any other way. The Alliance villains are always blustering and inept. The Syndic enemies are always hidebound, incompetent and evil (except in the last book where they finally get to speak with people who do not act as if they were guards at Auschwitz.) The aliens remain reasonably mysterious, but come off being much like the Syndics. By way of analogy, characters in this series are drawn in crayon, versus the more nuanced development you would get from someone like Iain M. Banks. If your enjoyment of a series depends on strong characterizations, this is probably not the series for you.

However, when I put it all together, I ask myself, "Did I enjoy reading this series?" Then answer is yes, and thus I give this series three stars. The books are quick reads, and as I said, you feel like you just watched a good episode of your favorite sci-fi series after each one. Don't pick them up expecting to be blown away by the characters, and you will be rewarded with a fun and enjoyable experience.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Last but not Least 6 mai 2010
Par Elaine C McTyer - Publié sur Amazon.com
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WOW! WOW! What a conclusion to a series!! I only hope it is not the conclusion. Way to go, Jack Campbell. I loved it, couldn't put it down. Cried on several pages. What a wonderful addition to the series.

The fleet has finally finished up with the Syndics and has to face the Ruling Council. What he has brought to the fleet, honor, respect, integrity, and conscious, need to be brought to the council. But Geary is a man of honor and stands as a sign of the best of humanity. Something lost in the hundred yrs of war. He faces each and every challenge with the strength and honor that we can only hope for. He is a strong example to his men, his woman, and his country. I love this guy!!!

In command of the fleet he sets out to end the war. Through his leadership he helps humanity to recognize itself, and get ready to face a faceless enemy, that has exploited every evil, instinct and weakness of humans. Geary brings the light to the darkness.

I don't want to ruin any of the book for you, I sat and was totally moved by this book. What a great character, one to cheer for. Yea! Yea! Go Geary!!! And kudos to Jack Campbell.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 What else could happen next? 8 mai 2010
Par Amazon Customer - Publié sur Amazon.com
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Thank you, reviewers, for helping me find The Lost Fleet: Dauntless(book 1)! It was engaging, because it introduced a defrosted man called to duty again after an enemy ambush. It ended with the hero left fighting behind enemy lines. I was hooked. Book 2, The Lost Fleet: Fearless, saw him using imaginative tactics to claw just a little closer to home. All your sympathy is for Capt. Geary, who had not requested this challenge.
Read the books in order, because Campbell includes much character and weapons description in each. This must be the only series that describe fleet-vs-fleet clashes beginning with planning scenarios, through each encounter and including the losses of unlucky ships and fate of their crews. (Don't question how they make spaceships change course like airplanes.) You can appreciate how the opposing force might match them on paper, but leadership will make the difference.
Now we know the fleet will exhaust their power supplies- can they get more? In that, he receives help from an early love. A lot of previously discovered information is reviewed, and the story turns to a different kind of power.
Eventually, the mysterious enemy challenges Geary- how will he cope with them? And still, Capt. Desjani is tantalizingly beyond reach.
It is smoothly written, fast paced, reminiscent of World War II Pacific battles.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Sorry to See It End 19 mai 2010
Par Jacqueline - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format:Poche
I'm really sorry to see this series end. It has been an enjoyable ride since the very first book. I've loved to watch all the myriad ways that Black Jack Geary has pulled the Alliance fleet's hind end out of the fire time and again. The series has been realistic in that not everyone lives but it hasn't been so maudlin and depressing with everyone dieing so that you couldn't enjoy it either.

This book started a little slow but once they left Alliance space and headed out things picked right up. Good space battles and convoluted political thinking, and plenty of mental acrobatics that we've come to expect from Jack Geary. Several enjoyable speeches by Black Jack and a satisfying ending.

This isn't a series that you can read out of order and you definitely shouldn't read this one first. It's a great story arc. Do yourself a favor and start at the beginning.
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