Monday, September 17, 2018
Tornahdo, Lights Out by Kayelle Allen @kayelleallen #SciFi #SpaceOpera #Suspense
RW: What’s your story/back story? Why would someone come up with a story about you?
T: About me? I am not so fascinating by myself, but I have lived an interesting life. It got more interesting after I died though.
RW: What problems do you have to face and overcome in your life?
T: The biggest so far? Being dead. But not to worry, I have overcome it. I’m a master sergeant in Ghost Corps, resurrected special ops soldiers. How are we brought back? It’s a secret process but it involves the blood of Ultras, the immortal race the corps was created to defeat.
RW: Where do you live?
T: Currently, on the planet Sempervia. All the immortals, and more specifically, their king, Pietas, were exiled there. Lucky me! I got abandoned with them.
RW: During what time-period does your story take place?
A. I’m in your far future, Terran year 4536 AD.
RW: How are you coping with the conflict in your life?
T: I don’t have much choice. It’s either cope or die, and I’ve already died, thank you. So I find a way to deal with whatever comes my way.
RW: If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
T: To be honest, now that I’ve been on Sempervia for a while, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Who’d want to go back to Earth with all its crowding and pollution? Although maybe in your time it was much better. No thanks, though. I’ll stick with the pure air, clean water, and insane weather of Sempervia.
RW: What is your secret guilty pleasure?
T: Apple fritters. They are a fried sweet bread with chopped up apples, drizzled with honey and sprinkled with powdered sugar.
RW: If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
T: Do not push. (Take that any way you want.)
RW: Those are all the questions I have for you. Thank you for speaking to me.
T: Gracias, I’m happy to be here.
Kayelle Allen writes Sci Fi with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She is the author of seven books, three novellas, and multiple short stories. She’s also a US Navy veteran and has been married so long she’s tenured.
A short space opera story in
The Expanding Universe Vol 4
He can save mankind. After he does one important thing. Die.
Join the Ghost Corps, they said. You’ll live forever, they said. You’ll save mankind, they said. They didn’t say that to do it, first he had to die.
When Tornahdo signs on the dotted line, he puts his life into the steady hands of the mighty Ghost Corps. Three grisly deaths and three agonizing resurrections later, he’s assigned duty on the space station Enderium Six.
He’s facing his most dangerous mission yet, the very reason the corps exists.
Do they expect him to win? Fat chance. Tornahdo and his team are already dead, and this mission is codenamed “Lights Out.” No, there’s more to this than he can see.
To discover the truth, he must face an unbeatable, unkillable enemy, and this time—somehow—find a way to keep himself alive...
The air reeked of antiseptic and starch stiffened the pillowcase. If only the mind-numbing jabbering would stop.
Tornahdo pried open his eyes. The flattened blood bag above him, stenciled equipment and gray walls screamed military hospital.
He’d died. Again.
Spanish curses slipped out. His abuela would’ve taken a switch to him. He made the sign of the cross and kissed his fingertips.
After yanking the tube out of his arm, he pressed a thumb over the entry point. Thankfully, this time, he wasn’t writhing on the floor in agony. Well, not yet.
A faceless android in a Ghost Corps uniform loomed over a bank of equipment displaying Tornahdo’s name and vitals. First impression was right. Military hospital.
The weapons-grade yapping continued.
“Did you hear?” a youthful voice bragged. “He killed six of ‘em last night.”
“Yeah, but they don’t stay dead. They never do.”
“If Ultras didn’t come back to life, their plasma wouldn’t bring our own people back.”
The transfusion of enemy blood healed the hole in Tornahdo’s arm in seconds. He thumbed off the red smear and rolled over on the gurney.
An open door led to a sink and toilet built to let gravity do its work. Which meant this was a planet. You hadn’t lived until you were in space, floating in zero gravity while your body’s final twitches sent your corpse spinning.
Notices on the wall confirmed this was San Xavier in the Colonies of Man. Same place he’d bought it the first time.
This was getting old.
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