### Review
"A modern descendant of the Doc Smith Lensman series. Space opera in the Grand Ol' Tradition."
--Other Realms
"Devotes of militaristic SF should enjoy [Berry's] books." --Kliatt
"Kick-butt military science fiction." --Amazon reader review
### From the Author
*Biofab: biological fabrication.* Biofab is a term growing in vogue with those who strive to engineer synthetic life. (Never thought I'd write that as fact.) I may be the progenitor of the term, having coined it in 1980 for *The Biofab War*, but I'm not militant about it. There's a collective unconscious of science fiction archetypes that slips quietly from generation to generation, Jules Verne to E.E. "Doc" Smith, Smith to Heinlein, Heinlein and Smith to many others. We read, we forget and yet we don't: *biofab*.
My former student, the much-loved Christopher Blair of Venice, Florida, to whom this book is dedicated, died last year. He was 20. A tall thin blond kid with an infectious grin, an unruly shock of hair and an other-worldly affect, he'd read all my books, memorizing them in startling detail. He toted *Terra Two* around more than the other titles. (Though rumor has it he had two copies, one for reading and one for stashing.)
A lad out of time, Chris would have been happy on *Implacable,* a Fleet commando, M11A blaster strapped low, the battle klaxon banging away as he rushed for the assault boats and another desperate fight.
Upshield, upship, Chris. Godspeed.
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### Review "A modern descendant of the Doc Smith Lensman series. Space opera in the Grand Ol' Tradition." --Other Realms "Devotes of militaristic SF should enjoy [Berry's] books." --Kliatt "Kick-butt military science fiction." --Amazon reader review ### From the Author *Biofab: biological fabrication.* Biofab is a term growing in vogue with those who strive to engineer synthetic life. (Never thought I'd write that as fact.) I may be the progenitor of the term, having coined it in 1980 for *The Biofab War*, but I'm not militant about it. There's a collective unconscious of science fiction archetypes that slips quietly from generation to generation, Jules Verne to E.E. "Doc" Smith, Smith to Heinlein, Heinlein and Smith to many others. We read, we forget and yet we don't: *biofab*. My former student, the much-loved Christopher Blair of Venice, Florida, to whom this book is dedicated, died last year. He was 20. A tall thin blond kid with an infectious grin, an unruly shock of hair and an other-worldly affect, he'd read all my books, memorizing them in startling detail. He toted *Terra Two* around more than the other titles. (Though rumor has it he had two copies, one for reading and one for stashing.) A lad out of time, Chris would have been happy on *Implacable,* a Fleet commando, M11A blaster strapped low, the battle klaxon banging away as he rushed for the assault boats and another desperate fight. Upshield, upship, Chris. Godspeed.