Monday, November 20, 2017

On Approach #Thanksgiving #TheOuterPlanets

Since we're just T-minus three days and counting to a big holiday (can you believe it's almost Thanksgiving???), and since we didn't get anything up for Snippet Saturday this past weekend, I'll post a segment from The Outer Planets today.

The Outer Planets is an Inherited Stars Universe story, meaning it takes place in the same universe as Inherit the Stars, StarDog and Courting Disaster, but in a different timeline so doesn't share any of the familiar characters. In fact, the timeline it's set in is only a few decades from now.

I'm really not supposed to admit this, but The Outer Planets has been in the hopper for over 30 years. When the story originally began to take shape in my mind, the 2040s seemed like a very distant future. Not so much anymore.

This Near Future novel envisions a global economic collapse brought about by an environmental upheaval in the 2020's. That's looking a little less Fi and a lot more Sci than it did thirty years ago. It also deals with technology that seemed wildly fringe at the time it was originally penned, and now seems on the brink of happening...soon.

Here's a quick introduction to the story.

Blurb
What Lissa Bruce knows could kill her.

A female video reporter with an altered identity and a damning secret joins the crew of a research mission bound for Jupiter, only to find the past she wants to escape is already onboard.

Lieutenant Mitchell Coe, the loyal aide de camp to a murdered General–and Lissa’s late spouse–is the one man with the power to blow her cover…or salvage her heart. But after a series of malfunctions threatens the mission, Lissa suspects she’s not the only one aboard with a dangerous secret.

Scene Set-Up
Lissa Bruce is in a shuttle on approach to the NSS Robert Bradley--a planetary research vessel about to embark on a three-year mission to Jupiter. As the final member of the crew, she's a very late arrival.

Excerpt:

The staccato whine of a digital transmission interrupted her thoughts.

“Beginning final docking maneuvers,” the pilot said.

The shuttle’s retros fired, edging her closer to the mother ship’s extended docking arm. The ships wouldn’t link directly during docking, the potential for collision between two pressurized vessels deemed too high risk to be acceptable. The docking arm’s specialized shock system was engineered to absorb and cushion the brunt of most hard connections.

Most.

Lissa waited, holding her breath, hands braced against the armrests. A miscalculation on the pilot’s part could be catastrophic. There was little room for error in a vacuum.

The pilot’s hands played over his console, and the shuttle’s docking head locked on target. The retros pulsed twice more. Lissa’s seat rattled with vibration when the vessel connected.

“Captured,” the pilot announced, flipping a switch.

A ratcheting sound filled the cabin as the shuttle fused with the docking arm of the Bradley.

Destination Shuttle Five is locked and secure,” the pilot informed the Bradley docking crew. “Preparing to offload one passenger.” He left his console to assist her as the docking arm swung in a slow arc, bringing the starboard hatch of the shuttle broadside to the mouth of the airlock.

Lissa unbuckled her harness and stood, giving the pilot a quizzical look. “Destination Shuttle Five?”

“Yes, well, it was a major undertaking changing the ship’s name from Destination to Robert Bradley at the last moment. They overlooked a few minor details.” He unlocked the storage compartment near the exit hatch. “Like renaming the support vessels.”

A crooked smile pulled at Lissa’s lips. Good to know at least a few things had escaped Bobby’s brand.

The shuttle made a smooth union with the airlock and green lights activated on the cabin panel. “Dock integrity confirmed,” a voice said on the speaker.

Lissa gathered her two bags from the bin and moved to the hatch. Now for the tough part. Facing Daniel.

The pilot motioned to the com-con switch on the bulkhead to the right of the hatch. Lissa pressed it. “Crewmember Lissa Bruce, requesting permission to come aboard.”

She waited while soft space static played on the speakers.

“The NSS Robert Bradley welcomes you, Ms. Bruce,” a deep and familiar voice answered. “Permission granted.”

“That’s the old man himself,” the pilot whispered. “Captain Storing.”

“In the flesh,” Lissa acknowledged, squaring her shoulders and raising her chin. Daniel wasn’t going to make the most congenial greeting party, but she owed him her trust, her complete and unquestioning support. He had his own cross to bear in proving himself to both Mission Control and his crew.

The hatch hissed open. Lissa nodded her thanks to the pilot and carried her bags into the airlock. The rush of intermingling atmospheres brushed her face and lifted the hair off her shoulders, bringing a sad smile to her lips. So like a desert breeze on a cool spring day. Something she wouldn’t experience again for a long, long time.

The pressure equalized, and the inner hatch popped. Lissa squinted when the Bradley’s interior lighting flooded the small chamber. In the glare stood an imposing man wearing full naval dress uniform and no trace of a smile.

Willing her legs forward, Lissa stepped onto the deck of Captain Daniel Storing’s ship. Behind her, the hatch to the docking bay closed with a clack, followed by a low rumble as the airlock depressurized.

Escape route sealed. Point of no return.

She looked into the commanding blue eyes of the man before her. The eyes of Zeus, as an awestricken friend had once described them. He studied her, neither relief nor anger evident in his gaze, his face molded into its usual professional scowl.

“Welcome aboard, Ms. Bruce.”

As a civilian, no salute was in order. “Thank you, Captain.”

He stepped forward to shake her hand, and she dropped her bags to the deck. His fair hair was cut in a standard military chop, though there’d been no gray at his temples the last time she’d seen him. She waited for his reaction to her new look. None came.

“It’s good to be onboard,” she said, cursing the slight quaver in her voice. So much for keeping emotions in check; Daniel knew her too well, and he wasn’t easily fooled. He must’ve known that stepping onto this ship was like walking into the jaws of hell—but a far safer hell than the one lying in wait for her back on Earth.
________________________________

If you celebrate Thanksgiving, I wish you a wonderful time with family, friends and wonderful food.

We truly have a lot to be thankful for this year, and we'll be taking some time to acknowledge how blessed we are with all the good things in life.

Over the upcoming long holiday weekend, I've committed to getting organized and gearing up to crank out my backlog of titles, so I won't be blogging on my regular day, next Monday, November 27th.

See you in two weeks!

Have a great holiday.

Friday, November 17, 2017

REBOOT LOTR? I DON'T THINK SO


And in the category of Things We Really Don’t Need To See comes this news of Amazon’s plan for a new streaming series based on Tolkien’s epic Lord of the Rings trilogy. According to Charles Pulliam-Moore of geeky website i09Gizmodo, Amazon Studios and Warner Brothers announced in a press release this week that they have negotiated the rights for and are working on the new series with the Tolkien estate, HarperCollins and New Line Cinema (which produced the Peter Jackson films).

Those of you who follow this blog know I am a huge LOTR fan. I have been reading the trilogy every year or two since the age of 16, and I thought the Peter Jackson films could not have translated Tolkien’s fantastic world and characters to the screen any better. The casting alone was superb. Just think about that for a moment. Not one actor was miscast or less than perfect in the role. From Ian McKellan as Gandalf to Andy Serkis as Gollum, from Viggo Mortensen as Aragorn, to Elijah Wood as Frodo.

Someone else cast as Aragorn? Um, no.
I can’t imagine that incredible feat being improved upon, much less finding the settings to match the magnificent New Zealand scenery Jackson used to stand for Middle-Earth. And to reproduce those cinematic production values? How much money and time are we talking about here?

Not enough, I suspect, to bring a series up to the standard Jackson set not so very long ago. But apparently Amazon is not fazed. In the streaming world, the stars have aligned in such a way as to make this reboot almost inevitable. Tolkien’s 91-year-old son Christopher recently resigned from his position as director of the author’s estate, loosening his tight hold on adaptations of his father’s works. At the same time, Game of Thrones has ended its long reign over television’s fantasy audience. This leaves a power vacuum Amazon Studios just can’t resist.

But why not fill that empty space with something completely new? There are any number of unexplored SF/fantasy worlds out there for the taking—McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern, perhaps, or Bujold’s Vorkosigan saga or C.L. Wilson’s Tairen Soul series, or I could go on pretty much endlessly. Save yourself some money, Amazon, and give your viewers something they haven’t experienced before. And, while you’re at it, give some deserving authors access.

For all the millions of words of analysis about how the upheaval of the publishing world has meant so much opportunity for so many more authors, the truth is still that only a tiny thimbleful of the vast output of those authors ever reaches a substantial audience. Especially for a “niche” subgenre like science fiction romance, readership is numbered in the thousands, if we’re lucky, not in the millions that would view something on television. We could use a bigger platform. So, Amazon, why not seek out new stories among the many that exist, rather than fighting to be the next one to recycle Tolkien’s time-honored, but well-worn tale.

Cheers, Donna

Information for this post taken from “J.R.R. Tolkien’s Son Resigns as Director of Tolkien Estate, Ending Decades of Tightly Controlled Adaptations,” by Beth Elderkin, oneringnet, November, 15, 2017.




*Next week I'll be enjoying Thanksgiving with my family, so there will be no post on Friday. Have a Happy Turkey Day!

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Dryden evolves - The Demon's Eye



I dipped my toe into the waters of the Dryden Universe in A Matter of Trust. In that book I’d established an essentially Human Empire; an aloof, distant enclave of humanoid Jorts; and the warlike bad guys of the galaxy, the Yrmaks. But in a 30k novella, they were line drawings, without backstory and color. That would come later. And did come later, when I fleshed in the backstory and culture of the aliens, as well as where in our galaxy all this action was taking place.

For now, when I decided to write a second Dryden story, I included the Empire and the Yrmaks, but added a level of complexity to the Empire. After all, the Roman Empire wasn't a homogeneous society. It had its own problems with its far-flung provinces, which eventually led to its downfall. There will always be elements of civil war in any empire - Asimov's Galactic Empire in his Foundation series is a good example. Yes, I probably got some inspiration from there - and Rome, as did Asimov.

So... unrest in a distant province, far from central Imperial support and not much more than a hint of Imperial Fleet presence. A germ of an idea took root. I’d already established the Yrmaks as mercenaries and pirates. How about a planet where civil war has erupted, a ruler gets his daughter out on an Imperial warship on a routine visit, but then there's trouble... 

It sounded like a plan.

The Demon’s Eye

Krystina Merkos is reluctant to leave her home planet, but agrees it's best that her father doesn't have to concern himself with her safety while he fights a civil war. But it's not all plain sailing. The captain wants to seduce her – and pirates want to sell her to the murderous sect waging war on her father.

The journey on an Imperial warship becomes much more palatable when she discovers that Ben Paulsen, an old flame from her high school days, is a senior officer on the ship.

When the frigate is attacked by a pirate fleet intent on capturing Krys, she faces impossible choices. If she hands herself over to the pirates, she will die a painful death. If she doesn't, everyone will die.

Unless she and Ben can contrive a way out for them all.

Here’s a short excerpt.

Krys flopped onto the couch, kicked her shoes off and propped her legs up on the low table. She was tired. Sneaking out of the city and getting onto the ship had been exhausting. But her brain wasn't tired.
Ben Paulsen. He'd certainly grown up to be quite a man. He'd been tall at high school, but all arms and legs and skin and bone. He'd filled out, adding bulk to that framework. She wouldn't mind finding out what was underneath that dress uniform now. The material strained just a little across his chest and the slope on his shoulders hinted at solid muscle. Now she thought about it his response to her had been in character. He'd always been a bit distant. Not shy exactly, more self-contained, a loner. That used to annoy some of the alpha male bully boys.
Krys cast back, trying to remember the name of the good-looking boy everyone but her wanted to date. Lex somebody. Not that it mattered. Lex tried to tease Ben, but Ben never reacted, just stared back with a faint smile on his lips. Krys had intervened once, in the library, when Lex and his gang had Ben in their sights. She'd asked him for help with her math homework, even though she really hadn't needed it.
Lex had loomed next to her, hanging over her. "I can help you. You don't need to waste your time with this loser." He'd spat the words, his lip curled as he eyed Ben.
She’d told Lex to fuck off.

 The Demon's Eye is a longish short story. Buy the book at  Amazon Inktera B&N Kobo iBooks


About Spacefreighters Lounge

Hosted by 5 Science Fiction Romance authors with 8 RWA Golden Heart finals and a RITA final between them. We aim to entertain with spirited commentary on the past, present, and future of SFR, hot topics, and our take on Science Fiction and SFR books, television, movies and culture.