Daedalus Chronicles

Daedalus Chronicles

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In the beginning, there was war. The people of the world surged up against their governments in what became known as Global Civil Battles. For decades, citizens held their cities and their homes with walls of mortar and outdated arms. They were winning. But the governments always had tricks up their sleeves, and when they united their global powers, the devastation brought humanity to its knees--to the brink of extinction. Desperation forced the people into action. They began to genetically modify their soldiers for massive suits of power armor to fight the enemy's extreme fire power. Then they really began to win. One branch at a time, the United Government Powers fell to the people. When the final battle had been won and the final blow dealt, the relieved whisper of all could be heard across the world. "Victory." A new government rose to power--a civil government, formed and ran by the people. The nations were united as one. And the modified pilots? Global entertainment. But during the world championship battle, the undefeated Daedalus mech is easily matched by an unrecognized corporation's older model Vault Minotaur. Was it a fault of Daedalus's pilot, or was there foul play involved? Something sinister is boiling the the core of the United Civilized Government, and the truth may bring world peace to its knees. (Cover art my Andrey Terentev)
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