The Rods of God Protocol
A Novel of Orbital Artillery

About this book:

When a logic-virus blinds the fleet’s AI targeting systems, the *UNS Dreadnought* becomes a billion-dollar paperweight drifting in low orbit above Kaelus Prime. The coalition’s ground-to-space plasma batteries are warming up. The automated fire-control is dead. And the only thing standing between the carrier and a plasma incineration is Targeting Officer Aaron Vance, a brass periscope, a crank-driven calculator, and forty tons of tungsten falling at Mach 22.

No guidance packages. No mid-course correction. Just Newton, Kepler, and a man doing orbital mechanics by hand while the ship shudders under enemy fire. *The Rods of God Protocol* strips space warfare down to its skeleton—pure mass, pure velocity, and the terrifying elegance of a weapon that cannot be hacked, jammed, or spoofed. Every chapter tightens the screw: thermal drift, Coriolis correction, a drifting hull, a closing launch window, and the longest fourteen-minute fall in military history.

For readers who like their science hard, their stakes existential, and their heroes competent under pressure, this is orbital artillery written at impact velocity. The automation has failed. The math is manual. And the rods are away.