Showing posts with label Suspense. Show all posts
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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

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.

Lights Out
A short space opera story in
The Expanding Universe Vol 4

The Plot

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...

An Excerpt:

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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Sunday, June 10, 2018

Dessy, Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire by Kayelle Allen @kayelleallen #SciFi #SpaceOpera #MFRWauthor




RW:    Where do you live?

D:       For now, on Sempervia, a planet far across the galaxy from home.

RW:    During what time-period does your story take place?

A.                    Your Earth year 4536 AD. For us, it's Sempervian year 1.

RW:    How are you coping with the conflict in your life?

D:       Just because I've been exiled with only the clothing on my back and am one of only a dozen people out of cryostasis (among half a million), doesn't mean I have conflict. My egotistical, narcissist brother doesn't bother me at all. Nor does my overbearing, insufferable father, or my cowardly, whatever-you-say-dear mother. No. I'm quite happy. (Eye roll.)

RW:    What is your secret guilty pleasure?

D:       Clean clothing and soap. How I miss hot water!

RW:    If you were stranded on a tropical island, who would it be with? You can choose any living, deceased or mythical figure.

D:      My dear, I'm already stranded on a place far worse than that. I'm glad it's with Armand and Philippe, two eight-feet-tall twin brothers who do literally everything together. (Smiles.) Including me.

RW:    Cherries or Bananas? Leather or lace? Black or red? Mud Bath or Oily Massage?

D:      Cherries. Leather. Black. Oily massage. Yes. Oh, yes...

RW:    If you came with a warning label, what would it say?

D:       Does not suffer fools.

RW:    Satin, Egyptian cotton, jersey, flannel… What are your favorite sheets?

D:       Satin. After all, someone else should be washing them and making the bed. If I had to do it, cotton.

RW:    Hunky heroes or average Joe?

D:       The hunkier the better.

RW:    Party life or quiet dinner for two?

D:       Party. Every night. All night.

RW:   Those are all the questions I have for you. Thank you for speaking to me.

D:     You're welcome. It's high time someone actually listened to me. Usually, everyone wants to talk to my brother. This was nice. It's good to be appreciated. (Glares at brother.) For a change.

KAYELLE ALLEN

Bio

Kayelle Allen did a tour in the US Navy, where she climbed around airplanes (on the ground, thankfully) fixing black boxes that helped pilots find their way home.

She wrote her first science fiction novel at eighteen and to this day, it's hidden under the bed, where she vows it will remain. Gems from it, however, launched several series in her galaxy-wide universe of stories.

From childhood, Kayelle was the victim of an overactive imagination and inherited the Irish gift of gab from her mother. From her father, she got a healthy respect for mechanical things.

No wonder she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy peopled with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She's been married so long she's tenured.

Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire

The Plot

When the immortal Pietas is marooned on a barren world with no food and few survival tools, he knows it could be worse. He could be alone. But that's the problem. He's not.

Half a million of his people sleep in cryostasis, trapped inside their pods and it's up to Pietas to free them. He can't release one at a time. It's all or nothing. He's facing over five hundred thousand hungry, thirsty, homeless immortals who will call on him for rescue and he has no way to answer.

It's not all bad. The beautiful telepathic warrior he's loved for lifetimes is at his side. He's bonded with a sentient panther. He hates humans but the one dumped on this planet with him has become a trusted friend.

Before Pietas can build shelter, figure out how to grow food, or set up a government, he must take back command from a ruthless enemy he's fought for centuries. His brutal, merciless father.

Immortals may heal, but a wound of the heart lasts forever...

An Excerpt:

In this scene, told from the point of view of Pietas (Dessy's twin brother) we can see how poorly the twins get along. Pietas has completed a ritual in which he paints on a mask. Because he had nothing to use, he's pretended to do so, and Dessy, jealous of not being the one to perform the ritual with him, takes action.

Dessy slid one fingertip across an area below one of his eyes. "There." She dusted off her hands. "That's better."

"What did you do?"

"Since you didn't have a real partner for your ritual, I fixed your mask." She shot him a humorless, sneering smile. "You missed a spot."

Ire flooded Pietas. He gripped Dessy's wrist and yanked her to him.

The shock on her face gave way to indignation. "Let go!" She jerked her arm but he held her fast. She shoved him.

He didn't budge, refusing to let her win.

She bombarded him with her empathic senses. The melee of anger and rage stung worse than an ice storm, but pain had never stopped him. "I'm warning you, Pietas. Let go of me!"

"Or what?" He shot back his own and added a trickle of Wilt, a demand for surrender. "You'll tell Daddy?"

Her inborn Ultra gift of Compulsion pushed at his mind, willing Pietas to release her. His sister had mastered the ability as a toddler. He'd been four before he grasped the concept. Seven before he'd mastered it.

But he'd been born immune.
She blasted him with a wall of outrage. Again, it hurt. A human would crumple before such an attack. His sister had once knocked half a squad unconscious without so much as one weapon.

Pietas continued to grip her wrist. It was an effort. She used every trick soldiers knew, but failed to free herself. Though she could resist Beguile by others, she never knew when he used it.

To Dessy and the others, he stood there, passive, gripping her wrist with one hand. In reality, he gripped her with both and barely held her.

She could have gained her freedom without difficulty, but she believed otherwise. Hardly fair of him, but Dessy never fought fair unless forced. Winning is everything. That was her motto. His was Honor. Always.

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