SFFSat - April 06

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday (SFFSat) is a place where a bunch of us post snippets from our written works and also shoot the breeze a little. And before I get ahead of myself, thanks and appreciation as always to those who stop by and leave fantastic comments.

Still featuring my new WIP (and this may be the last one from it for a bit). I've asked for title suggestions last week, and we've narrowed it down to two: LOST LEGACY, and THE ACQUISITION OF THE LEVI. (Gotta say, I'm liking the latter...)

A little preamble (sorry for the repetition)...The story is about a young woman, Ranger Serafina Derwynde, who works for the Acquisition Guild - an agency that procures and retrieves items of historical and human interest. Sort of like an official treasure hunting agency, with training and university studies specifically targeted to such items of interest and their historical background. Not to mention ways and means to successfully procure them - by whatever means (force) necessary.

Last week, Serafina and her annoying AI, Bertram, after discovering an old ship, were trying to determine whether or not it was, in fact, a generation ship - the Levi, thought to have been lost for millennia. We move along a little bit, after they've argued some, Serafina decides to get a closer look and gets into an exploration pod. (And in case you forgot, 'solam' is a word I created since it just sounded cooler than kilometers or whatever-meters. You'll see the distance parameters explained in the snippet).

           

In all her ten years at the Guild, four of them in intense and grueling training at the Academy, boarding and acquisitioning a generation ship had never been covered. Not even in theory. She’d be the first one to do so.

Bertram’s voice piped through the onboard communications interface. “Shida Class ships span roughly eight hundred by a thousand pre-Migration kilometers, which is our current point eight by one solam, with a capacity to sustain three to five million souls for several generations.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Markings indicate it as the ancient ship, the Levi.”

Pay dirt. The bounty on a find this big would definitely ensure her retirement; she’d be the youngest Guild member to retire. “Hail it.”

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SFFSat - March 30

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday (SFFSat) is a place where a bunch of us post snippets from our written works and also shoot the breeze a little. And before I get ahead of myself, thanks and appreciation as always to those who stop by and leave fantastic comments.

Still featuring my new WIP. It's still untitled (and so my OCD tendencies are still irked by that), but you guys have given me some ideas. So far, here are some suggestions: LOST LEGACY, THE ACQUISITION OF THE LEVI, or RELIC RANGER.

The story is about a young woman, Ranger Serafina Derwynde, who works for the Acquisition Guild - an agency that procures and retrieves items of historical and human interest. Sort of like an official scavenging agency, with training and university studies specifically targeted to such items of interest and their historical background. Not to mention ways and means to successfully procure them - by whatever means (force) necessary.

Last week, Serafina stumbled across a hulking generation ship - one thought to have been lost for millennia. After a few lines where I describe her searching the database to compare the image of the old ship and determine whether or not it is, in fact, an actual generation ship, we move on to this, another cheerful exchange between her on board interface, Bertram...(By the way, I came up with the word 'solam' since it just sounded cooler than kilometers or whatever-meters).

            A distance counter flickered underneath stating the mystery ship was a thousand solams away, picked up by her No.2 probe.

“Satisfied?”

Ignoring the interface's muttered response, Serafina squinted at both images and with a raggedy-nailed finger, she flicked the corner of the schematics display to let it rotate a full 360º, glancing at the image No. 2 broadcasted. They looked the same.

“Scan it for life signs,” she instructed the AI.

“I tried.”

Serafina expelled a breath with a groan. “And?”

“My signal bounced back...it’s blocking me.”

“What?”

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SFFSat - March 23

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday (SFFSat) is a place where a bunch of us post snippets from our written works and also shoot the breeze a little. And before I get ahead of myself, thanks and appreciation as always to those who stop by and leave fantastic comments.

Moving on today to a brand new WIP. It's still untitled (and that irks my OCD tendencies...perhaps that's why it's now sitting on the back burner while I scratch my head for a suitable title. Anyone got any ideas?)

The story is about a young woman, Ranger Serafina Derwynde, who works for the Acquisition Guild - an agency that procures and retrieves items of historical and human interest. Sort of like an official scavenging agency...with training and university studies specifically targeted to such items of interest and their historical background. Not to mention ways and means to successfully procure them - by whatever means (force) necessary.
It just so happens that Serafina stumbles across a hulking generation ship - one thought to have been lost for millennia. (By now you've probably guessed that it's set way into the future...way way...)

The following is the very first opening lines in the tale...

            “Come again?” Serafina Derwynde scratched her head and leaned back in the pilot seat.

“Shida Class, Generation Model, DS-057,” the onboard AI repeated, pitching its masculine tone to sound mildly irritated.

To the best of Serafina’s knowledge and remembered history lessons, Shida Class generation ships no longer existed—at least, not since the Migration, two thousand nine hundred and eighty-six years ago. A find like this would set her up for life, not to mention the fame it would bring.

“Are you sure, Bertram?” A quiver of excitement raced through Serafina; she envisioned early retirement and a brand new ship with a new artificial intelligence interface—one without attitude. Maybe a small outpost station to call her own. “Run it again.”

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