There is a competence to Jucha's writing, whether it be the intriguing technologies, which are at least moderately interesting, though scientifically inexplicable; or varied worlds, which at least promise more than the Hollywood staple 'Monument Valley with a filter'. No more is this competence exemplified by his ability to capture aliens which feel more substantial than a bad actor in cheap prosthetics. Though he doesn't rise to the mastery on display by the likes of Adrian Tchaikovsky, his aliens are at least above average.
Where he struggles, surprisingly, is in producing a plausible plot. For example, the opening premise of Book 3 is the idea that our protagonist, Alex, somehow discerns the enslavement of an entire species based on the most tenuous of evidence. Jucha's clumsy justifications require him to lean all too heavily on 'instinct'. Sadly, it reads more as an author desperate to shoehorn a plot direction without expending even the slightest effort to prepare the ground - a task which would not have taken much to accomplish. The result is satisfying, but the payoff is diminished by the desperate desire to ape Spartacus, without any rich historical justification.
This plausibility vacuum extends, most egregiously, to the protagonist himself. Our humble, reluctant hero archetype is surrounded by sycophantic worshippers. Instead of creating a sense of optimism and hope - a treatise on the power of the selfless - which appears to have been the Author's intent - it instead stirs ups a great deal of disquiet that has grown through the first 3 books. Yes, Alex is the epitome of benevolence, but a benevolent dictator, remains a dictator, even if it 'his people' who earnestly desire to anoint him as life President.
Perhaps Jucha realises this as he closes the book with his descriptions of state-building and constitutional democracy. However, the autocratic, and undiplomatic nature, of the ex-Admiral lean uncomfortably towards the building of a fascist state.
My hope is that this is all part of a long game that will see paradise slowly corrupted by power and will eventually lead to a worthy cautionary tale, with a dose of last act redemption. On its own, however, the series has, thus far, been unjustifiably triumphalist and lacks sufficient foreshadowing to make it clear that the reader should beware. Without any consequences for the protagonist's self-righteousness and the dangers of hero-worship, this novel stands as a seductive corruptor, a siren call to evil, an apologetic for fascism.