The Last Fleet: A Military Sci-Fi Series cover art

The Last Fleet: A Military Sci-Fi Series

The Last Fleet, Book 1

 Preview

Get 30 days of Standard free

£5.99/mo after trial. Cancel monthly.
Try for £0.00
More purchase options

The Last Fleet: A Military Sci-Fi Series

By: Joshua T. Calvert
Narrated by: Paul Heitsch
Try for £0.00

£5.99 a month after 30 days. Cancel anytime.

Buy Now for £15.17

Buy Now for £15.17

Season's Savings | £0.99/mo for 3 months

£5.99/mo after 3 months - terms apply. Cancel monthly

For generations, we colonized worlds, and the human race spread throughout the galaxy. One discovery could end it all.

They called the ship Lady Vengence, and her Captain, Gavin Andal, was young, a bit arrogant, and the perfect fit for a bunch of misfits more interested in shore leave than work.

Nobody was interested in being a hero. Sometimes there's no choice.

A mysterious swarm devoured an entire system, and the aliens were headed their way. The clock was ticking, and the Terran High Command was unable to stop the mysterious orbs that seemed bent on destroying everything in their path.

Captain Andal had an idea…

…but would it work?

PLEASE NOTE: When you purchase this title, the accompanying PDF will be available in your Audible Library along with the audio.

©2023 Joshua T. Calvert (P)2024 Podium Audio First Contact Military Science Fiction Space Opera
adbl_web_anon_alc_button_suppression_t1
All stars
Most relevant
When a cringeworthy “love scene” is shoved into the narrative within the first few minutes of Chapter 2, it’s a dead giveaway that the author’s priorities lie elsewhere because storytelling always takes a back seat to personal indulgence! Joshua Calvert has apparently waited long enough by chapter 2, everyone must be subjected to just how hot his idea of space sex is, and how impossibly cool his made-up man appears to be. What a legend.

More care is lavished on the dramatic “ripping of buttons” than on anything that precedes it, resulting in a scene that is both astonishingly clichéd and transparently a sycophantic male fantasy. The approving nod toward toxic masculinity, domination, control, and ownership of women, isn’t even disguised. It’s raw and stomach-turningly self-congratulatory.

I genuinely do not care whether a future plot arc redeems the protagonist through growth or self-realisation. That’s beside the point. This isn’t about the character, it’s about the author. It is (currently) 2026, and while the book was published only three years ago, that’s no excuse. Seriously, Calvert: grow up. I have no interest in whatever your other books contain if you can’t resist injecting juvenile mental masturbation into the opening chapters.

Dont Even Bother

Something went wrong. Please try again in a few minutes.