Aurora Springer: Attack or Friendly Visit? Snippet from RISHALT for #WeWriWa #SciFiRom

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Attack or Friendly Visit? Snippet from RISHALT for #WeWriWa #SciFiRom

Welcome to another Sunday with Weekend Writing Warriors. Meet writers in various genres and read 8-10 sentence snippets of their stories. Find a new author and sample their work. Enjoy!

I’m posting snippets from the beginning of Rishalt, Book 2 of Taxyon Space. The story begins on the submarine Galileo Station on Jupiter’s moon, Europa, shortly after the end of Book 1.

Rishalt, Book 2 of Taxyon Space

Draft Blurb

Dr. Nikki Bell is devastated when the Watchers reappear without her alien lover. Why did Kiron return to his home planet without even leaving a message? In search of answers, Nikki jumps at the chance to join the diplomatic team invited to visit the aliens’ home world. On Rishalt, she must contend with the intricacies of Warrish society and an undercurrent of hostility.

Kiron Arqin Ramis is summoned home by his family to the unwanted honor of a new triad and union with a high-ranked female. Unable to forget Nikki, he endures a perilous exile on a wilderness planet instead of complying with his family’s demands. But, the Triarchs have other plans for him.

Stakes are higher than the lives of two individuals. Earth leaders are desperate to acquire the aliens’ interstellar technology, while Warrish perceive few advantages to an alliance. Can Nikki and Kiron pierce the barriers separating them to find happiness with provoking an unequal war?

A strange sphere has appeared in the ocean outside the submarine station.

You can read last week’s snippet here –

https://auroraspringer.blogspot.com/2018/01/alien-mermen-snippet-from-rishalt-for.html

The final line was: “The Warrish?” Major Tarlick scowled. “Is it an attack?”

Note: I’ve skipped a few lines and abused punctuation to fit into 8-10 sentences.

A commotion from the rear heralded the entrance of Tech Albright. Big Al, unofficial leader of the colonists, marched to the front and glared at the iridescent sphere, “Styx, our green-skinned mermen have arrived in style.”

Tarlick protested, “They’re attacking Bathos.”

Al slapped the major’s stiff back and boomed, “We’d be bloody dead if they wanted to attack us. They could have slaughtered us at any time in the years they’ve been on Europa. We can’t match their technology; if they’ve got interstellar transport, they’re surely capable of dropping a bloody big bomb.”

“Understood,” Tarlick groaned, “If they’re paying a friendly visit, do you think we ought to send divers to meet them?”

Director Foster said, “Major Tarlick is correct. We ought to meet them in their own element as a neighborly gesture.”