Even humans tire of war, and so have allowed the galaxy to enjoy a time of peace. But the ambitious are quick to cast peace aside and General Hexera has as much as done so when she wakes her armies from a fifty-eight year slumber endured in hibernation pods.
The General will need all her strength and the malice of her cunning, for the species she hopes to conquer is the most dangerous of foe, her own kind. Her path to conquest is promised in blood and fire, that is until the small crew of the Missing Madam intrudes on her cruel design. . .
Not on purpose of course.