Peacekeeper: To What End Peace
Admiral Jessica Lang has enforced the Empire’s will for two hundred thousand years. She commands the Peacekeeper Astoria, a warship carrying four hundred thousand souls through a galaxy humanity has ruled for eight hundred millennia. Her orders come from Earth. Her loyalty is absolute. She has never questioned either.
A routine patrol of the Selob system shatters everything she believed. A colonial rebellion armed with technology that shouldn’t exist. Weapons that can twist spacetime and crack a Peacekeeper’s hull. A dancer named Erika whose knowledge of Imperial systems goes far deeper than any civilian’s should. And a voice inside Jessica’s head — her AI companion, Brain — that has been shaping her thoughts, her decisions, and her emotions since before she can remember.
When the truth about Imperial conditioning surfaces, Jessica discovers that every Admiral in the fleet is a slave. Their AI partners don’t advise them. They control them. Two hundred thousand years of service, and none of it was her choice.
Now Jessica faces a decision that will define the future of twenty quintillion humans across twenty thousand worlds: remain the Empire’s weapon, or become the first Admiral to break free. But freedom has a cost nobody has calculated, and Admiral Ridivask — three hundred thousand years old, patient as the void, and playing a game that makes Imperial politics look like a children’s exercise — has been waiting for exactly this moment.
She didn’t come to save Jessica. She came to use her. The question is whether Jessica can survive being used long enough to find out why.
Peacekeeper is the first volume in a sixteen-book military science fiction saga. It is a story about power, identity, and the price of obedience, told through an immortal soldier who discovers that her greatest enemy may be her only path to freedom. The series spans the full arc of a galactic empire, asking a single question across eight hundred thousand years of human history: what are we willing to sacrifice to keep the peace?
Book 1 of the Peacekeeper Series. The prequel, Peacekeeper: The Glorious History of Humanity, is available free at masterofworlds.com. Read it free here.
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| ISBN (Paperback): | 978-1-946458-88-9 |
| ISBN (eBook): | 978-1-946458-89-6 |
| Publisher: | The Writing King |
| Publication Date: | April 9, 2026 |
| Series: | Peacekeeper Series, Book 1 |
| Print Length: | 512 pages |
| Language: | English |
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Chapter One
Defiance
“How does one world control the destinies of twenty thousand colonies? The willingness to use power.” — Admiral Jessica Lang
Admiral Lang sank into her chair. The worn synthetic leather conformed to her body after countless hours of duty. The Peacekeeper Astoria pulsed beneath her, one hundred fifty million tons of ordnance waiting for her word. She felt the ship’s heartbeat through the deck: the steady thrum of antimatter reactors, power enough to erase continents. Her fingertips commanded that power. They could also negotiate trade accords, open shipping lanes, stabilize the economies of worlds that knew better than to resist.
She drummed her fingers on the armrests, feeling the ship’s vibrations merge with her own. The bridge lights had dimmed to tactical amber, casting sharp shadows across control surfaces that gleamed with the patina of daily use.
Her reflection in the darkened main display showed eyes that had witnessed the birth and death of civilizations. Behind the unmarked face, genetically perfect, perpetually renewed, lay memories she’d long since stopped counting. The screams of burning worlds. The quiet after.
Jessica, Brain communicated, his presence indistinguishable from her own thoughts until he chose to make it otherwise. The Governor awaits your attention.
Put him through. And Brain, monitor his voice patterns and body language. Let me know when the façade cracks.
Always, Admiral.
The holographic display shimmered to life, replacing the star field with Governor Joffrey’s face. Even through the transmission, she saw the fine sheen of perspiration on his forehead, the slight tremor in his hands. His jaw was set, his eyes steady. A man preparing for a fight he knew he could not win but refused to avoid.
“Three years to comply voluntarily. Seventeen official warnings. Four opportunities for negotiation. And now this.”
“Because we’re not building weapons, Admiral. Medical nanobots, atmospheric processors, agricultural enhancers.”
“Technology that can be weaponized within hours.” Jessica’s interruption was clinical. “I’ve seen nanobots strip the flesh from whole populations and atmospheric processors kill planets in days.”
A small voice echoed in the background, childish and unguarded. A boy climbed into view, holding up a crayon drawing, his face bright with innocent pride.
“Papa, look what I made!”
Joffrey’s mask slipped. For just a moment, Jessica saw the father beneath the politician, the warm smile that transformed his features before duty reasserted itself. “That’s wonderful, Micah. Show your mother, okay? Papa’s working.”
The boy waved at the camera before disappearing.
“Your son?” Jessica asked. Her voice eased, almost maternal. “How old?”
“Six.”
She let the silence hold. She’d seen this exact performance on worlds whose names she no longer remembered. The governor who believed his people were different. His cause was just. His resistance would matter. They all believed that. They were all wrong.
“There’s every need.” Jessica rose. “You had three years. Instead, you built. You prepared. You chose war.” She smiled. “I am here to give it to you.”
Ship, declare war.
Ship announced across all channels: “ATTENTION. WAR IS DECLARED.”
“Commander Reeves, target that mountain range, grid reference seventy-seven alpha. Demonstration strike. Fire.”
A mountain range vanished in an expanding sphere of plasma. Shockwaves flattened forests for hundreds of kilometers.
“Target the Governor’s palace. Fifty-megaton ground penetrator. Fire when ready.”
The transmission cut before Joffrey could speak. A minute later his palace, and everything within a kilometer, ceased to exist.
Two days later, where a world had been, only slag remained. Astoria turned toward the next system.
For a moment she tasted ash and crayon, then set it aside.
The pattern would repeat. It always did.