Rhea Hawke is a Galactic Guardian, and I love to say her name. Her name alone let’s you know that there is a bad ass super hero of a woman on site. I can picture her boots, her great coat, and her side arms. I want to be her when I grow up. Obviously, you can tell I developed some hero worship for her by the end of this book. Back to the story, where we start off with the massacre of a religious sect. Hawke has her ideas about who is ultimately behind it, but, alas, the more bureaucratically minded in the Galactic Guardians refuse to listen to her. Read more here.