Saturday, February 26, 2022

Liftoff - Excerpt from my new Sci-Fi novella for #WeWriWa


Welcome to another Sunday with Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday. Sample the work of a new author. Read snippets of stories in different genres.

I’m continuing with snippets from my new science fiction novella. Writing and editing are going well. For now, I’ll continue from last week. The heroine, Josie, has just learned that her planet is in imminent danger of invasion by the Emperor’s fleet. She is accompanied by her crew, Butch and Drin. (You may note certain modern parallels, although my plot predates current events.)

You can read last week’s snippet at

The final lines reveal her decision: She swiveled to face the Star Condor and aimed her forefinger at the sky. “We’re flying. Pronto.”

“Great,” Drin exhaled in a rush of relief.

Josie strode up the short ramp. Within a minute, she and her crew were buckling into their seats on the bridge.

“Wake up, Nina,” she called to the Condor’s AI. “We’re going for liftoff.”

She ran a perfunctory flight check. Speed was essential and she and Butch had done a full inspection only half an hour earlier.

The engines sang as the ship raced along the concrete of the airfield.

An irate voice sounded on the com, “Star Condor, Spaceport Traffic Control here. What are you doing with that ship?”

Ten lines plus a little more:

Josie called, “The Star Condor’s lifting off.”

“No ships can leave the planet. Governor’s orders.”

Hitting the starter, Josie shouted, “We have to deliver a valuable package.”

Under tight control, the ship shot up through the clouds. Nothing on the planet could stop them now.

As the Condor soared above the atmosphere, Josie felt the familiar thrill of escaping the drag of gravity at the planet’s surface.

Seated in the adjacent seat, Drin said, “Hey boss, what is this valuable cargo?” 

“An old vase. It’s my Aunt Gabrielle’s inheritance from my father. The vase is an ancient Solarian artifact, an ugly greenish color, and extremely valuable.”

“Okay.” Drin quirked a grimace. “What’s our destination, boss?”  

“Compute a course for Wick’s Paradise.”

 . . . . More next week.

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  1. Oh, curious as to what they'll find at Wick's Paradise.

  2. There's a part of me that feels exhilarated by the idea of breaking rules. All for a good cause, of course!
    Tweeted your post.

    1. Thanks. Yes. It adds an edge to the story when a normally law-abiding person disobeys an order.

  3. Your link in the WWW listing is broken but I tracked you down. What a great active scene. Love the way every word, every sentence conveys the immediacy of the situation.

    1. Oops, sorry about that.
      Thanks for appreciating the scene.

  4. Enjoyed the snippet and the feeling of urgency you conveyed. Now this vase is a curious thing, can't wait to learn more!

    1. The vase is a running joke for the first part of the story.

  5. I tracked you down, too, from last week's link. Those things happen.

    Sounds like she barely got off planet in time. Tense!

  6. I'm curious about the vase. Loved the imagery of it. Great snippet. I could feel the urgency of the situation.

  7. Enjoyed the snippet, great descriptions.

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  9. I love the "valuable cargo." I hope the vase survives the trip. (I'm starting to think of it as one of the characters. I think it needs its own story arc.)

    1. The vase certainly becomes the butt of several jokes.

  10. Exciting snippet. Felt like I was taking off with them.