Spawn World

Legion Varus was promised a garrison rotation. Six months of easy duty on a quiet, compliant world where nobody has broken a rule in years.

Halfway there, something clamps onto Scorpio's hull and drills a hole into her guts. It isn't trying to destroy her. It's a needle, and the ship has just been injected.

Within hours the air is turning the crew into something else, the revival machines are printing monsters, and the sealed cargo hold nobody told the legion about—containing a thousand of Earth's combat robots—wakes up with a fresh evil behind every red eye.

Centurion James McGill has a solution, the way he always does. You can't shoot air. So, he opens the ship to space and kills everyone aboard.