The Year is After Colony 198, and in a perfect society, there would be no need for soldiers. But nobody believes the world is perfect, and as humanity pushes beyond Mars it's getting less so. When even the voice in your head has apparently taken up arms against you, you have fallen far indeed.

A somewhat older, more worldly Edison Trent's logs. First day on the job for this LSF secret agent lady? Donau getting blown up? Rogues all over the place? Oh god, what have I gotten into?