They say you need three things: Honor, Integrity, & Courage. What you really need is the nerve to fly half a billion light years, touch down on alien soil, and fight in a major land war... ...every other week. In the far future, aerospace navies ply the void between planets, guarding their governments against threats. These monuments of complexity and cost drain the coffers of the people and require constant upkeep, as well as endless training for their professional crews. Wars are fought in the cold, uncaring expanse of space except when everything goes horribly wrong. When the enemy sets foot on your soil, when civil unrest or revolution raise their bloody hands to the stars, when governmental factions leave words behind and reach for guns and knives and bombs, there is little that the aerospace navies can do. This is when planets contact mercenaries, the last scions of professional ground troops. Teams like The Radiation Angels. Lead by Captain Todd Rook, this misfit crew is...