This is the final installment in the saga of Defense Corps struggle with the corrupt Mining Syndicate. As a huge armada moves to attack Chronos, the battleground becomes space itself, as the two armies attempt to concentrate their forces and organize themselves.
""Minervadoe was smiling. “Think of it Mr. Murphy. The layers of our attempts to rewind and redo the events of Chronos’ history are so myriad that we have lost track of how many times events have been played out and repeated.” Minervadoe turned and faced Tracy. “Through repetition, rules have evolved that seem ridiculous. One of them is that we are not allowed to discuss the origin of certain artifacts which are being distributed among your people. I can tell you that the origins of Colonel Magnuson’s belt, Colonel Falcone’s cloak, Mr. Mur-phy’s android, and the large hammers must, for the time being, remain unknown. I know it is a subject of great curiosity to you, but it is this trait of your simian ancestry which has proven to cause the greatest difficulty during our ordeal with your race.""