They were called the Hunters of the Dawn.
Their own name for themselves did not translate well into the language of lesser beings. It might have been rendered, very approximately, as “the Sentient Ones”, or even, more approximately, as “Living Ones”, or simply as “We Who Are”.
All who were not We Who Are were lesser life forms, scarcely worthy of notice save when they become threats.
When that happened, they became prey.
Solid stuff, this.
In fact, I would easily recommend the whole Legacy trilogy for readers who enjoy Military Science Fiction. The author paints a fairly comprehensive picture of combat, dealing with everything from logistics and planning, to chain of command and bureaucratic red tape. However, once the plasma cannons and the gauss guns come out, all bets are off.
As the title of the novel suggests, the action here is for the most part (but not exclusively) focused on marine action (that’s to say, infantry in combat armour). However, I can fairly guarantee it is not what you probably envision. The author comes up with some very innovative ideas as to how this kind of thing might be applied in space warfare.
As you would expect, there is some really cool tech depicted here (and loads of very big guns), but one of my favourites would have to be the nanodissasembler pack, which can be slapped on just about any barrier (or bulkhead) to, for lack of a better description, make an entry (or exit) hole. Neat.
Edge of Night. The poetic name was apt. Ahead, the vast sweep of the Galaxy, seen from a viewpoint just above one of the uncoiling spiral arms, stretched off into infinite vistas compressed and flattened by perspective, creating a misty blue horizon, of sorts, against the emptiness of Night Absolute. To the one side, the galactic core lay embedded within the spiral arms, swollen and red tinged, edged with dark tendrils of interstellar gas and dust that here reflected, there obscured the ruddy glow from the Galaxy’s central heart.
One thing that I really, really enjoyed about these books is the internal mythos that the author has created, tying ancient history and future history together. The notion of extra terrestrials being the gods referenced in ancient religion and history isn’t a new concept, but the way the author handles it here is really interesting, and the references to real (historical) findings and events, along with imagined (future-historical) findings and events, together in context, adds a rich layer to the overall story.
The author also pays attention to detail. For example: the differences between maneuvering in micro gravity as opposed to atmosphere (where pilots can bank and brake), and the relativistic effects of time (subjective vs objective), and, most importantly, the effects of relativistic speeds on kinetic energy (when it comes to Military Science Fiction, a genre that deals with destruction on a grand scale, this is where the metal meets the meat) et al.
This book also contains a good example of the Chekov’s gun principle, and in fact, only those who have read Star Marines will know just how apt this description is. There is some very clever foreshadowing here, and a nail-biting final act that had me holding my breath.
As a last word: all the while, reading this, I couldn’t help but think: back then when they were looking for writers for the Halo novels, this is one of the places they should have come knocking.
And nothing in that volume of space was safe from the incoming storm.