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First, let's define the term "Mary Sue."​"Mary Sue" is defined as "a term used to describe a fictional character, usually female, who is seen as too perfect and almost boring for lack of flaws, originally written as an idealized version of an author in fanfiction." (* Dictionary.com )​ Is Mirov a "Mary Sue?" Short answer...NO! Let me be clear. NOOOOO!!!!​ I believe in the storytelling principle that no one in the story should get the hell kicked out of them more than the main protagonist. ​I documented my opinions on protagonists here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LN1tysv_BU ​ "I believe you should beat the living shit out of your protagonist." - Me.​ Anastasia Mirov is a female and a badass for reasons made clear in the story's unfolding. I won't spoil my book, so you'll have to read it for the answers. I wanted to have a new heroine in the spirit of The Terminator's Sarah Connor, Alien's Ripley, and Kill Bill's Beatrix. There have been many other female heroes, but I wanted one in the mold of my favorite Holy Trinity of Female Protagonists.​ I won't elaborate and try to compare Ana to those three heroes. That would only embarrass me, and I make no assumption that Mirov belongs in their company yet.    Find more on her creation here:  https://www.mirov.com/post/what-inspired-the-title-and-character-mirov Here are a few character traits Mirov has that would make her less than "perfect."​ Impatient Arrogant Impetuous Resentful Quick to vengeance Not the best transport pilot She doesn't let anything go...at all.   Her main strengths are her resiliency and tenacity. However, to her detriment, she doesn't know the meaning of the word quit. ​ When it comes to the female body's strengths and weaknesses compared to the male body's, I suggest you read the book. Everything makes sense in the sci-fi action world built in the novel.   Look, I'll be straight with you: I don't particularly care whether you're convinced. I wrote the goddamn thing, and I hate Mary Sues as much as you do — probably more, because I have to live with my characters. I wouldn't have spent years building Anastasia Mirov just to hand you a paper doll. Read it or don't. That's on you, not me. Mirov is available now on Amazon . Thanks, David C. Hoke

I'm prepping this trailer to run on marketing campaigns in select cities around the US. Hopefully, you enjoy it! Watch it at the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRMSp8JcTxw Or watch it here: Anastasia Mirov was built to kill. Trained, enhanced, and unleashed by a government that needed the best weapon money couldn't buy. She was their blade — until they decided she was a liability. Big mistake. Betrayed, exiled, and stripped of everything that mattered, Mirov doesn't fold. She doesn't negotiate. She doesn't wait for permission. She kills until she wins — and she will burn down every institution, army, and alien invasion standing between her and what was taken from her. This isn't a redemption arc. This isn't a hero's journey. This is a woman who was pushed past the point of no return and decided to make that everyone else's problem. Fast. Bloody. Unapologetic. If RoboCop and Aliens had a baby and that baby had a really bad week — you're in the right place. Mirov. Available now on Amazon .

by David C. Hoke We have finally met the enemy, and believe it or not, it is not us. Science had evolved to the point that deep space exploration was achievable and sustainable until it became standard practice. Advancements in interplanetary travel speeds cut trip times from years to days and months. The creation of artificial gravity, the ability to provide food, water, warmth, and fresh air to entire stations filled with people, had made the colonization of complete systems a reality. A new outer space Manifest Destiny had taken humanity to new worlds, but those advancements finally collided with another species capable of all we were capable of—and more. That fateful day was forever burned into the consciousness of every man, woman, and child on Earth. The audio recordings of the distress call haunted the memories of billions of souls. People changed the subject when it came up. Some committed suicide or fell into abuse or cultish behavior because of it. Some radicalized into extreme religious or political beliefs. Some ignored it and cast it all off to God's will. The videos were seldom played by the major networks anymore. You had to search hard to find the graphic images that appeared in the aftermath. Video and photos of the spacecraft's hull floating lifeless in space with the dead drifting in suspended time in the same rooms they died were leaked to the press and were seen by all. But no one wanted to remember that anymore. Even that famous distress call was barely played in public any longer. The static of the audio was memorized by people—the pops of it, the squawk of the radio. The um's and ah's and the sound of the engineer's voice on the radio was seared into people's conscience. "...uh...this is mayday...mayday, mayday...this is the US3 Charlemagne... US3 Charlemagne to the Houston...uh...to Houston...," recording starts. The voice couldn't hide its shock yet maintained a monotone calm. Then a long, long pause of nothing followed by a pop. "Houston command...we have encountered an alien vessel...it is alien, there is no doubt it is not an Earth-based craft...it just fired some kind of beam at us...laser beam...a blue light beam that crossed over our bow...we think it was a warning shot, but we have no way...to confirm that, we have no way to confirm that obviously..." the voice continued. "But I am pretty sure they want us to stop our progress. We were just about to radio in our contact, but they fired almost as quickly as we saw them...we are relaying..." Then a few words were said that were debatable as to the translation. "We are...debating whether to stand our ground or to retreat... we aren't sure...what would be more provoking...to...provoking to...the, uh, I guess...alien craft... it's a large ship, quite larger than the Charlemagne...I would say larger than any craft I have seen...this is very apparently first contact or at least first contact in this fashion..." Houston and the Charlemagne continued discussing the technical elements of their ship, course, and position. The fact that no vessel could be sent to their aid in time to be of any immediate help was made clear. Then it happened. Shouting and alarms were heard in the background. The speaker's mouth must have been pressed into the mic creating a distortion. "Mayday, mayday, Houston...they look to be charging their cannons for a second shot...we believe they are preparing a second shot...we are full speed in retreat but...oh god... Houston...oh no...shit...tell my kids I...oh god...we—" And the line went dead. In the immediate aftermath, astronomers worldwide worked together day and night in every hemisphere and on every continent to find where that alien vessel might have originated. After four days, the German astronomer Lukas Rubary successfully traced the alien vessel back to its planet of origin. He was obliged to name the planet and chose his last name for reasons only he could explain. "This planet is now the common enemy of the human race. I want no other word, surname, Christian name, creature, or idea to bear the burden of disdain that will come with being associated with this villainous place of evil. It is my responsibility to name what I discovered, and my name will take the responsibility so that no other name or word will come to be so resented or hated," Lukas told a shocked crowd of fellow astronomers. The Rubary killed eight thousand souls that day—unprovoked—without even attempting to contact them and for no apparent reason but to kill them. The world gathered and unanimously agreed to consolidate all space exploration, colonization, and defense into one global entity. Unidom was born. Unidom was to be led by a "Governor" the UN Security Council appointed. It was a lifetime appointment, but the Council could remove them if they saw fit. This position was the single most powerful position in the world. Though the post had no authority over any sovereign government, the Governor's influence weighed heavily on Earth-based politics. Within Unidom, the Department of Intelligence (DOI) and numerous other agencies and departments were formed. Comparable to the concepts of the CIA, KGB, or Mi6, the DOI reported directly to the Governor and had no boundaries on its scope of operations. The DOI could be active on Earth or in space. The threats to the Unidom mission were everywhere, and the DOI was the first line of defense against them. The many colonies on space stations and Mars had grown to be populated by millions of people. Mars itself was now home to several million citizens and fully functioning cities that resembled life on Earth: living districts, downtown districts, shopping, tourism, soccer, you name it. While they had grown in numbers, so had their desires for autonomy. Revolts and rebellions were frequent. Skirmishes and political bombings were commonplace but mostly disorganized. Over the decades, Unidom had come to be hated in the same measure it was revered. Their reputation for crushing these rebellions with an iron fist had damaged their influence and respectability. The DOI's position in stopping these rebellions, assassinating these revolutionary figures, or arresting whole cells of resistors was well known. News footage of their bloody "justice" had made their reputation one of dread or revile. Video and photos of bloody opposition leaders dead on sidewalks or in cars at the hand of DOI agents had circulated the net to provide proof of accused overreach. Where does individual freedom end, and where does protection against the threat of the Rubary begin? No one seemed to be able to answer this question. But while space exploration had increased, so had the exploration of other sciences. Minor skirmishes against the Rubary had supplied humanity with samples of their biology and technologies. The understanding of genetics had exploded. Everything had accelerated. Humanity was moving faster than it ever had before. The growing pains of that were felt everywhere. In space, in genetics, culturally, and politically. Everything was racing to an end that no one could see. The universe was under tremendous pressure, and no one knew when it was all going to blow.

Short clips, Gen X energy, and zero apologies. If you grew up on RoboCop, Indiana Jones, and The Andy Griffith Show — you're in the right place. So you found this place. You saw one of my clips and wanted more of that shit. Well, here you are. Look at you, you magnificent beast. I'm an author who grew up on the same stuff you did. Those classic, badass flicks and shows? That's the ammo in my gun. And I'm spraying Gen X-fueled fury all over the world with a vengeance. If Indiana Jones is closer to you than your actual uncle and Barney Fife was your best friend growing up — pull up a chair. You're home. The clips are free. The books will cost you a few bucks and one very late night. GET THE BOOKS WATCH MORE CLIPS ADHD Edits

The next chapter in the Mirov sci-fi action series by David C. Hoke. Volume III is coming. Stay locked in at mirov.com. Mirov: Volume III Mirov: Volume III is currently in progress. Until then, be sure to read Volumes I and II. Order Now Order Now A brief statement on the status of Volume III Just a quick update for all the incredible Mirov fans. I’m writing every single day, seven days a week, bright and early each morning, to bring you Volume III as soon as possible! Thank you so much for embracing Mirov and her wild, ever-expanding universe. I can’t wait for you to see what’s next for our relentless, unstoppable heroine—and trust me, she won’t disappoint. With gratitude, David C. Hoke

Mirov is a blood-soaked sci-fi action series by David C. Hoke. Military action, alien war, and one unstoppable woman. If you like RoboCop, Die Hard, and Aliens — you found your next obsession. Kill Until You Win. Imagine if RoboCop and Sarah Connor fucked and had a baby — then trained that baby from birth to fight Terminators. That's Mirov. Blood-soaked, relentless, and completely out of fucks to give. This isn't tame. This isn't quiet. This isn't reserved. This is the acid trip, pissed-off rock concert you didn't know you needed — and now you can't leave. You stepped in it now. Welcome to the Mirov Universe. Buckle up. Don't say we didn't warn you. Mirov Volume I: Relentless Order Now Mirov Volume II: Counter Attack Order Now Pistol Jake A gunslinger, a ranch owner, and a jaded deacon turned outlaw. What could possibly go wrong as three very different lives collide in small town Praytell, Texas? Jacob Roy spends his life catching bad guys for a living, yet the public can’t seem to get around his reputation as a killer. Though he prefers to bring in his bounties standing on two feet, many are ignorant enough to test his prowess and end up six feet under. All it takes is an innocent telegram to send him on a quest to test his mettle, right a wrong, and protect something he loves beyond life itself. Jessie North, a tough, god-fearing widow, has one main goal in life. Keep her ranch healthy, closely watch her untrustworthy son, and make it to a new day. Who knew finding an unfamiliar mound of dirt, breaking up a brawl by the bunkhouse, and a trip into town would lead to the unbelievable? Deacon is...well, just Deacon. He sports a black hat, carries a razor blade, and the only thing quicker than his draw is his wits. You’ll see. Come watch the sparks fly in this Wild West adventure where the guns are fast, love comes faster, and no one knows who they can trust. Order Now The Rubarian Timeline The following is a list of important events leading up to the beginning of the novel, Mirov. Prelude to the Mirov Universe Mirov - Prelude to the Mirov Universe An Author's Introduction to Himself and His Story An Introduction to Mirov and David C. Hoke - One of the Stories behind the Story