Thursday, April 20, 2017

Space Opera Snippets

Back in February I wrote a post introducing a my space opera novelette. I spent most of March writing that, and now I've got a more or less edited draft of it done! Yippee!

I thought I might as well celebrate by posting some snippets. So here ya go!

May you walk among the stars silversun.:
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            Dar's jaw slackened. He crossed his arms and gave a low whistle. "Why, you little anarchist." He glanced at Biff again and shook his head. Leaning over so he could look Crispin in the face, he said, "Crispin, we all hate the police, but you can't just throw rocks at their windows. When your brother finds out—"
            "It wasn't like that!" Crispin's little fists clamped with an unmistakable family resemblance to Cap. "They were being rough with Renna!"
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            Dar jumped from the cockpit. The hangar, lit only by a wavering fluorescent light, was all but empty. A few fliers sat idle in the far corner. One was shaped like a swan, lifelike except for the deathly stillness of its elegant neck and eerie fixedness of its blank black eyes. An aristocrat transport—go figure. The other two were silver wasps, streamlined and stylized, emblazoned with golden fleurs-de-lis. Military fighter fliers.
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            "Sixteen new messages?" A few feet away, Timandra squinted at her own companion and scrolled over its screen. She laughed. "Alphonse, our companions have been sending each other love sonnets again."
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Standing out: The bright, pinkish-white star at upper left of Orion, known as the hunter, is Betelgeuse. AKA a red supergiant, Betelgeuse is in the last stages of its life; increasing in size and sending its stellar material into space at a tremendous rate. Image credit: ESO:
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            They rounded a curve. The indistinct haze of light became a concentrated peevish glow. It illuminated a spacecraft—a small thing, cowering beneath its own enormous shadow and pitifully tilted to one side like a broken toy. Dar's heart twisted. Mercury's Wings—their Mercury's Wings they'd slaved over and risked everything for, reduced to this.

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            "You're right. They'd never let you do it." Turning back to the controls, Raphael groaned. "So I don't know why I am."

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            The palace. It was so weird to be here again—walking along these carpeted halls, receiving salutes and curtsies from every servant he happened to pass. Once the servant was someone he knew—a Resistance infiltrator. He bit back a smile. If the aristocrats only knew how many of their own loyal staff were revolutionists . . .

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            "You never repaired it?" Dar gestured towards what had once been the teleportation chamber. "You never replaced the coil?"
            Alphonse shrugged. "I didn't want to, somehow." He put his hands in his pockets. "I never used it much anyway. The window was more fun." The ghost of a smile flickered and disappeared. "And Father didn't think of anything like that, not for a long time."
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Star Cluster:
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            He flashed her a smile, patting her hand. "No, it's not all over. It's not half as bad as it could've been, and I've got a trick or two up my sleeve yet." He winked. "Dar Beauregard always does, y'know."
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            This was exactly what had happened last time. This was exactly how his mother had died. Blast. Blast, why had he ever made friends with the revolutionists? He should've known they were all the same—all of them rabble, all of them liars, all of them murderers. How could he have been so dumb as to take up with them again, after what they'd done to Mother?
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Orion's Sword...Beautiful:
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Well! There they are. How's your writing going? Discovered any new characters or polished any old scenes lately? Are you doing Camp NaNo? (I am, but I really need to buckle down and focus if I want to make my word count!) Squeal to me about whatever writerly things are going on in your writerly worlds!

6 comments:

  1. I love this novelette so much! Wonderful post!

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  2. Oh, I do love this little story. :) And Dar especially. A sequel really must be in order, Lucy. ;)

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    1. Heehee, I think Dar thinks a sequel is in order, too.... :) Thanks, Isabelle!

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  3. It's great to see that the space opera is coming along so nicely!

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