Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Coalescence (Dragonfire Station, Book 3) by Zen DiPietro

Release date: February 6, 2017
Subgenre: Space opera

About Coalescence


Fallon’s back, and ready to settle things with Blackout once and for all. If she and her team can’t take control, the PAC will splinter and massive intergalactic war will decimate the populace.

Can one little rebellion save an empire? Avian Unit—and their friends—are sure as hell going to try.



Fallon kept her attention fully on Nevitt as she settled across from her. “It was kind of you to give me time to get my bearings. But it’s been over a week, and we can’t lose any more time.”
“Of course. So say whatever it is you so clearly do not want to say.”
Fallon considered leading into it gradually, but doubted Nevitt would appreciate the evasiveness. So she dove right in. “I want to set up a rebel headquarters here on Dragonfire.”
Nevitt’s eyebrows moved toward her hairline. “Is that all?” Her quiet words blistered with sarcasm.
“Before I left here, you said you wanted to join the upper echelons of the PAC, so you could make changes for the greater good. This is your chance.”
Despite the bombshell, Nevitt remained composed. The time she took to respond was the only indication of the magnitude of what Fallon had laid on her.
“And you have a plan to do that?” Nevitt sounded skeptical.
“Not a precise plan. More like an agenda of potential tactics, each of which will require their own contingencies. But I need to get your approval before we go deep into the logistics.”
“What if I say no?” Nevitt’s gaze didn’t waver.
Fallon met her eyes. “Then we select another, less ideal site. Someplace less protected, where we have fewer assets and allies. But we’ll still go after Blackout.”
“And if I say yes?”
“Then you’ll be putting the lives of everyone on this station in jeopardy. You’ll become an enemy of the state. And you might just save the PAC from intergalactic war.”
The quiet of Nevitt’s quarters roared in Fallon’s ears as she waited for a reply.
“Agreed.” Nevitt snapped the word out like a stinger blast. “But I have some conditions.”
“State your terms.”
“Protecting this station and the people on it will be among your top priorities. You will remain security chief here.” She ticked off the points on her fingers as she went. “You will not fail to fix whatever’s wrong with Blackout. And, finally, I will be consulted on all matters regarding the safety of Dragonfire and the progress of your mission—” she broke off and corrected herself, “—our mission.”
Fallon opened her mouth to speak but Nevitt cut her off. “Don’t give me a bunch of scrap about top secret protocols or giving me plausible deniability. If you want to operate on my station, I’m going to be part of the team. That’s not negotiable.”
Fallon met her captain’s narrowed eyes. “Agreed.”
Nevitt’s brow furrowed in puzzlement. Or surprise, perhaps. Fallon had never seen such an uncertain expression on Nevitt, so she wasn’t entirely sure.
Nevitt’s brow smoothed, and her lips curved into a smirk. “I can’t believe you agreed to that.”
The absurdity of it all struck Fallon, and she laughed. To her even-greater surprise, Nevitt chuckled.
“Considering that my team has stolen data, broken into a PAC base, and taken down an illegal research lab manufacturing treaty-prohibited items, I’d say your lack of proper security clearance is a minor offense. And it makes sense that you should be informed.”
Nevitt’s amusement faded to seriousness. “It sounds like you need to fill me in on some things before we proceed.”
For the next two hours, Fallon did her best to bring Nevitt into the loop on all of Avian Unit’s activities and intentions. Nevitt’s expression grew increasingly grave.
When Fallon finished, Nevitt said, “There’s one more condition I want to add.”
“If it’s one I can’t agree to, it would put me in a very tricky position, given all that you now know.”
Nevitt ignored her. “When you’ve taken control of Blackout and gotten things sorted, I will be part of the new administration.”
Fallon wouldn’t have had it any other way. “Agreed.”




About the Dragonfire Station series: 

About Zen DiPietro: 

Zen DiPietro is a lifelong bookworm, dreamer, writer, and a mom of two. Perhaps most importantly, a Browncoat Trekkie Whovian. Also red-haired, left-handed, and a vegetarian geek. Absolutely terrible at conforming. A recovering gamer, but we won’t talk about that. Particular loves include badass heroines, British accents, and the smell of Band-Aids. Writing reviews, author interviews, and fun stuff at www.womenofbadassery.com. 

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