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Their leader has been taken by the enemy. Secrets are at risk of being exposed. The enemy offers such a bad deal, it has to be a joke. They must think Kaz is stupid, and he's not. But sometimes, a bad deal is the best you can hope for.

Disaster. There was no other word to describe how Operation Olympic had changed in a flash from a triumph to the worst failure the Merry Band of Pirates had ever experienced. A failure that meant the fight was over. Unless the Pirates could perform a miracle, without Skippy.

El segundo volumen de la apabullante saga de ciencia ficción y space opera de Craig Alanson nos trae la hazaña del coronel Joe Bishop, dispuesto a cumplir su promesa de llevar la nave estelar alienígena "Holandés Errante" de regreso a su lugar de origen.

Los Rujarras atacaron el Día de Colón. Habíamos navegado con inocencia por el cosmos en nuestra pequeña canica azul, como si fuéramos nativos americanos en 1492. Varias naves aparecieron en el horizonte, representantes de una cultura agresiva y avanzada y, ¡zas!, los viejos días en los que los humanos nos matábamos unos a otros se fueron por el desagüe—en el Día de Colón. Tiene sentido.

Le colonel Joe Bishop a fait une promesse et il compte bien la tenir : ramener le Hollandais Volant, un vaisseau extraterrestre capturé. Il n'est pas d'accord lorsque les Nations unies décident d'envoyer avec lui près de 70 soldats d'élite des opérations spéciales, des pilotes de pointe et des scientifiques ; car la mission est une course sans espoir dont il ne s'attend pas à revenir un jour. Au moins, cette fois, la Terre est saine et sauve, n'est-ce pas ? Et bien pas vraiment.

Les Ruhars nous ont attaqués le jour même de Christophe Colomb... On était là, à dériver innocemment dans le cosmos sur notre petite bille bleue, exactement comme les Américains d'origine en 1492. Et voilà qu'à l'horizon avaient surgi des navires d'une civilisation agressive technologiquement supérieure et... BOUM ! Adieu le bon vieux temps, adieu les temps "bénis" où les humains n'étaient jamais massacrés que par leurs propres congénères. Alors… Le Jour de Christophe Colomb ? Mais que voulez-vous. On ne peut vraiment pas dire mieux.

Alors que l'équipage du vaisseau nommé le Hollandais volant tente de s'assurer que des extraterrestres hostiles n'ont pas accès à la Terre, la force expéditionnaire des Nations Unies, elle, reste bloquée sur la planète qu'elle a surnommée « Paradis ». Le Hollandais volant repart alors en mission. Les Nations Unies veulent que le vaisseau s'informe de la situation des humains sur cette planète. Mais le colonel Joe Bishop les prévient qu'ils risquent d'être très déçus de ce qu'ils vont découvrir à leur arrivée et qu'ils ne pourront rien y faire sans mettre la Terre en danger.

Non è d'accordo, però, quando le Nazioni Unite decidono di inviare con lui quasi 70 soldati d'élite delle Operazioni Speciali, piloti straordinari e scienziati. La missione è una folle impresa dalla quale si aspetta che non torneranno mai. Almeno questa volta la Terra è al sicuro, giusto? Non più di tanto.

Ein Mann, ein Wort. Seit Colonel Joe Bishop unverhofft zum Weltraumretter wurde, geht in seinem Leben so einiges drunter und drüber. Aber er hat ein Versprechen gegeben, und er wird alles tun, um es zu erfüllen–koste es, was es wolle. Sein Auftrag: das gekaperte Raumschiff "Fliegender Holländer" zurückzubringen. Das Problem: der Beschluss der UNO, fast siebzig sogenannte Spezialisten mit auf die heikle Mission zu schicken.

Die Ruhar griffen uns am Columbus Day an. Wir trieben auf unserer kleinen blauen Murmel durch den Kosmos–arglos, wie die amerikanischen Ureinwohner im Jahr 1492. Dann tauchten am Horizont Raumschiffe einer technisch überlegenen Spezies auf. Und–BAM!–war die gute alte Zeit vorbei. Jene Zeit, als wir Menschen uns nur gegenseitig töteten. Also Columbus Day–Kolumbustag. Das passt.

I ruhar ci colpirono nel Giorno di Colombo. Eccoci là, a vagabondare ignari nel cosmo sulla nostra piccola biglia blu, come i nativi americani nel 1492. Da oltre la linea dell'orizzonte, giunsero navi provenienti da una cultura aggressiva e tecnologicamente avanzata. E BAM! Addio bei vecchi tempi in cui noi umani ci ammazzavamo gli uni con gli altri. Ecco perché viene chiamato il Giorno di Colombo. Calza a pennello.

The Merry Band of Pirates stopped the enemy from stealing a Sentinel, and destroyed its Elder starship, so why weren’t the Pirates planning a victory party? The enemy was not what they thought it was. It was much, much worse.

Kaz Wolfe has everything he needs to prevent a Convergence that would allow gods and monsters from the Nether to invade our world. Everything, other than a single clue about what a Convergence is. Or how it works. Or how to stop it. To get answers, he might have to take a fun-filled family road trip to the last place he wants to go: the Netherworld.

Zasłużony w boju lotniskowiec Sił Ekspedycyjnych ONZ "Latający Holender" wraca wreszcie na Ziemię, po szeregu wyjątkowo udanych misji, dzięki którym po raz kolejny udało się ocalić świat. Teraz okręt wymaga naprawy, a załoga marzy o chwili wytchnienia od tajnych operacji i zmagań z zaciekłym, potężnym nieprzyjacielem. Czy marzenia się spełniają? W przypadku Wesołej Bandy Piratów – niekoniecznie.

After the Renegade mission by the crew of the starship Flying Dutchman, the UN Expeditionary Force thought Earth was safe for hundreds of years, at least. After there was trouble on the home front and the president had to authorize a nuclear strike on an American city, UNEF decided they did need the Merry Band of Pirates again. So, the Flying Dutchman is sent out on a simple recon mission. But for the pirates, nothing is ever simple, and their mission will become Armageddon.

For years, the ancient alien AI known as Skippy (the Magnificent, don’t forget that part) has been able to do one impossible thing after another. What is his secret? It’s simple: 100 percent Grade-A extreme awesomeness. And also because he had never been faced with an opponent of equal power. Until now. This time, he might need a little help from a band of filthy monkeys.

The Merry Band of Pirates are in desperate trouble after the end of their last mission, and the real danger to humanity is just getting started. Hostile aliens have discovered there is something odd going on with wormholes in the galaxy, and their investigations could lead to finding a shortcut to Earth....

The problem with lying about having a super weapon is that the bad guys might believe they have nothing to lose by doing something stupid that both sides will regret. Or, they might just call your bluff. Either way, the Merry Band of Pirates need a plan to deal with the Fallout.

The remnants of the Expeditionary Force stranded on the alien-controlled planet "Paradise" get a chance to prove themselves, in a simple off-world training mission with a ship full of teenage alien cadets. When the mission goes horribly wrong and the survival of everyone on Paradise is at risk, the Merry Band of Pirates may have to come to the rescue. Unless they get killed first....

The Aftermath of a stunning victory—especially an unexpected, complete, and final victory—should be high-fives all around, listening to politicians give boring congratulatory speeches, and a well-deserved rest for the Merry Band of Pirates. Yes, the galaxy is still a freakin' mess, but that is nothing new, and for a change, that can be someone else's problem. Until, you know, something really bad happens, and only the Pirates can deal with the problem... Or not.