I felt utter boredom reading this. It’s liked a rejected novel from 1996. I don’t care about Riker’s reticence and inner angst. Treat this novel with indifference and discard this tale of capricious aliens, mean spirited moral insanity, passionate outrage and a denouement that belongs in the substratum of Treklit.
“That thing wasn’t on any chart we’ve ever seen.”
“What did it take to be invited into a secret cabal?”
“Didn’t you notice the Red Alerts? Or the fact that we were in combat?”
“Big heads things.”
“We have put her out on the street.”
“They made you talk funny.”