If you’re in the US, I
wish you an enjoyable Memorial holiday weekend.
I’m moving on with my
new SciFi story. Thanks for your suggestions on the opening section. I’ve already
revised that chapter. You can read the earlier draft at https://auroraspringer.blogspot.com/2022/05/an-intriguing-mission-excerpt-from-new.html
Background: Curator Shan
Zennia has traveled to the planet of Harappi to record the annual spring
festival. In her covert role, she also plans to report to Solarian Intelligence
on the conditions after the planet’s recent occupation by the Emperor’s troops.
The new overlord, Domina Allia, has a particularly nasty reputation.
Note: Zennia wears a Curator’s badge of office, a silver sunburst around an iridescent disk that records her observations (a mini-video recorder).
The space shuttle decelerated in
a noisy shudder and glided to land in the newly constructed spaceport. Steam hovered
above the large puddles left on the concrete by recent rainstorms. Three of the
Emperor’s star fighters, black as space itself, stood at the far side of the
airfield. Several spacetugs and scouters were parked in the public section. A
spacetug lifted skywards. Space travel had resumed, although sparser than normal
for a thriving community.
The shuttle taxied to a spot by a
large awning erected over the entrance to the passenger terminal. The standard
Quickset block with a row of narrow windows signaled its hasty construction after
Zennia slipped the strap of her
bag over a shoulder and filed out of the shuttle with the other passengers. Stepping
outside into the sweltering heat, she inhaled and exhaled in slow breaths to
acclimatize her body.
sentences plus a little more:
A curator must endure the same
conditions as the subjects of her observations. Ignoring the blasts of hot air
from the scorching concrete, she activated the iridescent disk of her badge to
record the surroundings. A lush green jungle flourished outside the barrier fence
enclosing the spaceport. In the distance, gloomy clouds reared as a backdrop to
the jungle and concealed the mountains. In the opposite direction, heat haze
blurred the city buildings.
She joined the passengers at the edge of the canopy. As they looked around uncertainly, four guards in the somber black uniforms of the conquerors marched out of the terminal. Their stern expressions and hand weapons were far from welcoming.
be happy to reply to your comments. If all goes well, I hope to finish the
editing and publish this story later this summer.
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