Ryck Lysander has proven himself as a Marine, as a warrior. As he is promoted to sergeant, though, his responsibilities expand beyond merely fighting to leading other Marines into battle.
When an old ally becomes a new enemy, one well-equipped and trained, Ryck is pushed to his very limits as he tries to keep his Marines alive while fulfilling his mission of defeating the enemy on the field of battle.
Faced with extraordinary challenges and grueling missions, Ryck discovers love, loss, brotherhood, and dogged inner strength as he learns what it means to be a sergeant in the United Federation Marine Corps.
This book broke made it into the low #200's for Amazon's Kindle books. It is now at 9,204 16 months after it's release. It has generated $29,886 in royalties as of Dec 31, 2015.
The book was translated into Spanish and had a flurry of sales and KENP pages read until the reviews complained that the translation was bad. I've had it checked out by someone else, and I was told the grammar used was simplistic and many scifi-type words and nicknames were translated word-for-word instead of the best Spanish for the intent. I would accept someone merely fixing up the current Spanish version for his or her royalty split.
“Look sharp, Tizzard! Keep your team up,” Sergeant Ryck Lysander sent to Cpl Rey, his First Team leader.
Ryck knew that was easier said than done. The squad was moving down a wide boulevard to the Tylarian government house, but with thirteen Marines in the squad, all in Personal Integrated Combat Units, or PICS, they easily filled the road. Add in the civilians lining the edge of the road, and it was a pretty tight fit.
Those civilians were none too happy, and they didn’t hesitate to let the Marines know that. The locals didn’t appreciate “foreign mercs” in their country, which seemed ironic to Ryck as the Marines themselves were not mercenaries, but they were there to get mercenaries out of a jamb.
The Foreign Legion might be semi-official, but in this case, they had been hired on as mercenaries no matter how it was cut. A negotiating team from the Legion had arrived to work out a contract with the Tylarian government, evidently without the support of the people.
A flash on his visor grabbed Ryck’s attention. After four years in a PICS, the electronic displays on the visor were second nature to him, but this signal was different. He swung his head and looked past the images to the real world beyond. Something trailing smoke had arched up and was coming back down. Ryck spun around, weapon ready, as the Molotov cocktail registered in his mind. It hit LCpl Teung in the back with a burst of flames as a blanket fire spread over him.
