Chapter 1 of a novel I'm writing. Incldues a picture of Crow's ship: The Silver Cardinal in lego form
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This is chapter one of a novel I'm writing. It's a sci-fi about a soldier turned bounty hunter/ mercenary 10 yrs. before the book. It takes place in the mid-25th century. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with it; but you know, as usual with books like this, he winds up with the choice "Save the Earth or 'leave it in darkness' " kind of cliché. Anyway, get ready for a wild ride. This is completely exclusive: this is the only chapter I'm posting on the internet, so if you like it, let me know. I'll see what I can do. NOTE: Every time a sentance is in italics & quotation marks, he is thinking
Update: I revised this a while ago. Keep the chapters the length would give the book too many.
Update: I edited it again. Here is the real first chapter:
Chapter 1: Oleejo
A Broken Starship
Hyperspace blasted past my cockpit’s canopee & then came to a sudden halt. “S***. Looks like the Ole Bird needs a tune-up”
I pulled the rough, grey hood up over my gruff, battle-worn face, which was rough as an old crow’s beak. That description is an interesting coincidence actually, because that’s what I’m called. I’ll never tell you my birth-name, though this one’s replaced it: I am known as The Scarred Crow. Though, they mostly just call me Crow.
As The Silver Cardinal’s status-light changed from green to it’s more framiliar red (showing something was wrong, whether I knew it or not) and the now feeble alarm came on, I looked over at the scanner. The mostly dead planet of Oleejo was near by. “That’ll be a good place to stop. I can fix up the Cardinal & get some ‘toys’.”
I didn’t expect hailing from patrolmen: Oleejo is pretty far out of the main stream of things. I took a quick look around. Right beneath me was what looked like a spaceport. I couldn’t tell if it was worth it though: The bays were pretty much empty, which was not suprising.
I landed in one of the many empty docking bays. At the opening hiss of my cockpit, the snoring tennant woke up.
“What the hel...?” He didn’t wear a shirt: just over-alls and an old brown cap that cast a shadow over his blood-shot eyes. Despite the alcahool he reaked of, he’d somehow managed to stay thin & dry as a bone. Other than booze, he smelt like year-old grease & like he hadn’t taken a shower in atleast twice as long. Just a smelly human clutching an old can of beer.
“Wha’ you wan’?” he snorted, still in his old chair.
“Hyperdrive’s damaged. Fix it.” I said as I pulled my rifle out of the ship.
“An’ what *hiccough* makes you think I’ll fik’ it for ee?” he responded as I walked over to him. Then I whipped my knife out of it’s boot sheath & held it straight up to his neck.
“This.” I answered.
“N-now lets not d’ anythin’ stupid fella!” he begged. As I sheathed my knife, he relaxed a little. But then, in the blink of an eye, I grabbed him by the throat with my robotic right hand & held him high off his chair. Yes, I am a cyborg. The story is that a few years ago I was hunting down this swordsman on Gravsir IIX and got on the wrong side of his vibro-blade: He cut off my whole arm because he failed to realise I was ambedextrus with a gun. I got my kill, & my client was merciful enough to pay me with a free replacement limb instead of money. I killed him too: It turns out he was wanted dead by someone else.
“I’m pretty sure the only stupid thing here is you, ‘fella’. Now you’d better fix my ship or you’ll never taste a beer again.”
“Yes- Sir!” he managed through gagging.
“As well,” I mentioned, “I need to know where the nearest bar is.”
“Down the way you’ll find a boarded-up house that’s still run as a bar. I could go for some’in’ o’ there’s righ’ now...”
“Thanks, scum,” I said & literally cast him aside, “Now get to work.”
I pushed open the door to the old, two-story house- the door in question nearly falling off it’s one remaining hinge as I did. There weren’t that many people in the dimmly lit place. The entire crowd was alien, & some of them weren’t even humanoid. I wandered over to the bar where an old Malsharan was cleaning a glass, though to no effect. He was wearing glasses, which made sense. The dragonic species starts to loose their sight with old age. If this was Earth, Mars or any other mainstream planet, it’d look kind of strange: Ever since the 24th century Earth Calendar, anyone with equal money of 5 Earth chips could get their eyes fixed. But, this is Oleejo: a backwater planet in the C Trion.
I tested a barstool when I got across the room, It tipped right over.I peered over at one of the dusty kegs. I was framillliar with the beverage.
“Rathorian Ale.” I ordered my drink under my breath.
“I ain’t sure about you,” replied the bartender, “but here we save that for special oc--”
“Ale. Now.” I ordered as I swiftly raised the double-barrel I brought from my ship.
“Okay, alright, relax. One pint of aged Rathorian Ale comming up. He put down the glass & moments later returned with my beverage which was steaming out of a tankard. The Malsharan started scrubbing the glass again & I let the liquid in my tankard sear down my throat.
I looked up at the old creature. “I need to find the black market.” I uttered between sips.
“Come ‘ere.” The malsharan wispered & lead me to a stairway behind a corner, the top of which was blocked.
“What the hell is this?”
“After lving a thousand of your years, Earthling, you’ll find things aren’t always what they seem.” he gave a push on the wood & moved it out of the way. We went up the stairs.
The second floor smelt like dust & gunpowder. It was all one room & was filled with canvas-covered crates. I ws suprised that the old floor didn’t cave.
“So, what’re ya lookin’ for?”
“Weapons.” I answered
“That was obvious the moment I first looked at you, bounty hunter, I mean what kind of weapons?”
I looked over the small supply I kept on me & thought back to the ones I kept in my ship. “Have any grenades?”
“Right here.” he said & pulled the top off a near by crate. “What kind ya want? I got smokebombs, poison gas, stick... I even have some that reveal security lasers.”
“Just a regular hand grenade.”
He took my new weapons of of some little racks inside the crate & I clipped them to my belt.
“That’s 55 Earth Chips.” he said.
“The cost of your drink & those explosives. Rathorian Ale & illigal grenades don’t come cheap you know.”
“Why don’t we just consider those... on the house.” I said as I unclipped a grenade and put my fingers on the pin.
“One part of me says there is no way someone like you would come in here for a drink and blow himself to pieces,” the Malsharan said, “but another part really does not want to call your bluff. Get out of my bar, I never wanted any trouble.”
“You set up shop here, didn’t you?” I said to him, turning and leaving for the spaceport.
I made my way down the road, which was indiscernable from the wastelandscape around it. As I entered my docking bay, I heard the tenant inside.
“Hus’ ‘ere?” he asked.
“The Scarred Crow. Are you finished yet?”
“Jus’ ‘bout mis’er Crow- er -boss. I thinks I got th’ power cords connected. Cudja try the power?”
I went up the wing, punched in the cockpit’s acces code, fliped on the power and...
“OUCH! Yup, she runnin’.” He crawled out from under the ship, covered in more dirt than before. “So wha’ d’ I get ouda this?” those would be his last words.
I jumped into the seat and charged the weapons, setting the triggers to the heavy laser cannons. “An afterlife.” I replied and squeezed the triggers. He couldn’t evade and was blasted to pieces which were in turn buried by the wall. “I don’t think he’ll be missed.” I thought to myself. I switched off the weapons and primed the repulsors, preparing for launch.
I hope you enjoyed my little edit.
More photos of the Silver Cardinal (warning! bad condition!) HERE
Pretty good. The fighter looks abstract, I guess. Nice story line also, though you could remove the partial profanity. Awesome thinking of not uploading the whole thing. Works great as a sneak peek. Sorry for the sentence fragments.
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