The Ghalian Code

Some say there is no honor among assassins. That might be true of many, but not the Ghalian.

The master assassin had survived a whirlwind of chaos as hidden enemies moved against his order. And he was pissed. Now, with his ex-pirate friend at his side, along with their smack-talking navigator and an assassin protegee of the deadliest variety, they were geared up to strike back.

But fate, it seemed, was not through with him. And she had a wicked sense of humor.

A new problem dropped in his lap. One that would delay his revenge. A debt had been called in, and the code dictated it must be repaid, even if the timing was as bad as it could get. There simply wasn't a choice to be made. He had to respond. But once the dangerous endeavor was undertaken and the wheels set in motion, what at first seemed to be merely an inconvenient task of honor soon revealed itself to have far greater repercussions.

Much rode on this quest, and it would be a harrowing effort for even the most skilled members of the order of assassins. And this time the crew's success or failure could very well shift the balance of power in the entire galaxy.

No pressure.