Aurora Springer's Blog, page 91
August 1, 2014
SFR Brigade Presents - More from The Lady is Blue
Character development from The Lady is Blue, which is Free on Saturday 2nd[Abridged to <200 words]
Lucy claims she is not defenseless, despite being a puny human. He didn't believe her. Note: Atrapako have scales and sharp claws. Their colors represent a class system: Blues command and Reds are warriors. Here, Lucy has been dragged to watch Sa Kamizan fight a duel of honor with the Red who had knocked her unconscious when she was snooping in the forbidden sections of the Atrapako residence. She was supposed to be under Sa Kamizan's protection and he should never have let her out of his sight. No weapons were allowed in the duel. Sa Kamizan has trounced the Red, after suffering a black eye and is bleeding from numerous claw slashes.
She leaped over the line with a warning yell. Just as the Red hit the floor, two Atrapako raced across the line behind Sa Kamizan. Both wielded long knives. Sa Kamizan was alerted to the new threat and tackled the bulky Red close to him. He was still unaware of Lucy and the second assailant. Lucy jumped into the center, drawing the attention of the second attacker. The Blue rushed towards her, brandishing a wide blade like a meat cleaver. Just as she had anticipated, the young Blue swept his blade down with his whole strength. The cleaver slashed toward her head. With an agile sidestep, she avoided the blow and grabbed his arm, jerking down strongly. The thin Blue slammed to the ground and slid across the floor. The knife whirled from his grasp. Lucy straightened and looked up. Sa Kamizan was staring at her in amazement. He was wild-eyed and panting from exertion. Two Reds lay on the floor, and he held another sword. The crowd was deathly silent. He stepped over the red bodies to Lucy. “Do you have a weapon?” She drew out her laser. “I’ll demonstrate,” she said fiercely.
She has saved him from an assassination attempt. How can he resist a woman who can fight! Alas, they will be flung onto opposing sides of the conflict between their races. He is forced to question his allegiances, while she calls him a deceitful reptile and refuses even to look at him! She will need to uncover the Atrapako secrets in order to engineer a peaceful solution.
Comments are welcomed.
Check out the snippets from other authors at:
Sci-Fi Romance Brigade Presents.
Lucy claims she is not defenseless, despite being a puny human. He didn't believe her. Note: Atrapako have scales and sharp claws. Their colors represent a class system: Blues command and Reds are warriors. Here, Lucy has been dragged to watch Sa Kamizan fight a duel of honor with the Red who had knocked her unconscious when she was snooping in the forbidden sections of the Atrapako residence. She was supposed to be under Sa Kamizan's protection and he should never have let her out of his sight. No weapons were allowed in the duel. Sa Kamizan has trounced the Red, after suffering a black eye and is bleeding from numerous claw slashes.
She leaped over the line with a warning yell. Just as the Red hit the floor, two Atrapako raced across the line behind Sa Kamizan. Both wielded long knives. Sa Kamizan was alerted to the new threat and tackled the bulky Red close to him. He was still unaware of Lucy and the second assailant. Lucy jumped into the center, drawing the attention of the second attacker. The Blue rushed towards her, brandishing a wide blade like a meat cleaver. Just as she had anticipated, the young Blue swept his blade down with his whole strength. The cleaver slashed toward her head. With an agile sidestep, she avoided the blow and grabbed his arm, jerking down strongly. The thin Blue slammed to the ground and slid across the floor. The knife whirled from his grasp. Lucy straightened and looked up. Sa Kamizan was staring at her in amazement. He was wild-eyed and panting from exertion. Two Reds lay on the floor, and he held another sword. The crowd was deathly silent. He stepped over the red bodies to Lucy. “Do you have a weapon?” She drew out her laser. “I’ll demonstrate,” she said fiercely.
She has saved him from an assassination attempt. How can he resist a woman who can fight! Alas, they will be flung onto opposing sides of the conflict between their races. He is forced to question his allegiances, while she calls him a deceitful reptile and refuses even to look at him! She will need to uncover the Atrapako secrets in order to engineer a peaceful solution.
Comments are welcomed.
Check out the snippets from other authors at:
Sci-Fi Romance Brigade Presents.
July 29, 2014
Excerpt from New Work about a Space Colony
Excerpt from New Work about a Colony Planet
Competition for a Ship
Outside the stadium, thick grey smog billowed between the towering skyscrapers, the residences of the elite in the overcrowded coastal megacity of Estusa. Inside, the audience waited, in avid silence, for the final round of the competition for the next colony ship. Lily White prowled impatiently with feline grace while waiting for her team’s chance to exhibit their skills. A strikingly tall woman, she wore an orange striped leotard, which accentuated her lithe muscular body and reflected her nickname of Tiger Lily.
Her companion, the team leader, John Simmons grinned at her restless antics. “Our demo is next. You’ll be marvelous; you are the star of our act. The audience loves Tiger Lily!” “I know,” she said, in complacent indifference to her dramatic impact. “But, will it be enough? I couldn’t bear to lose for a second time. We’ve been training for ten years. I hate living in the smelly underground rabbit warrens!” She shook her long hair and glared fiercely at him. John was a sober counterpoint in their act, wearing black to highlight Lily’s exuberant gymnastics. He was accustomed to her impassioned outbreaks, and sympathized. They shared the same goal of exploring a new world. A natural leader, he exuded confidence. “We’ll win this time,” he declared optimistically. “We’re all in peak physical condition, and you and Max have designed superb exhibitions showcasing our talents that will wow the spectators.”
Their number was called. Lily and John entered from opposite sides of the arena, ran to the center and clashed the shiny tips of their swords together. They had decided to demonstrate their low tech combat skills in the last stages of the competition, under the assumption that any surviving descendants of the first colonists had lost the ability to make advanced weapons. The spectators yelled their enthusiastic approval, reveling in the rare opportunity to shout aloud without violating rigid convention. John and Lily were closely matched in height and skill. Their swords flashed against each other as they leaped through their energetic dance-like routine, protected by invisible individual force fields. The repeated clashes of their darting blades reverberated through the arena. Lily whirled around with feline agility, even vaulting right over the head of her opponent, in blatant disregard of the precautions needed for a real combat. She was an anachronism in the modern age, a throwback to a less polluted era with lower population and greater freedom. The audience loved her outrageous exhibitionism. They roared approval, waving orange and black striped flags in wild celebration of Tiger Lily’s flawless performance.
Competition for a Ship
Outside the stadium, thick grey smog billowed between the towering skyscrapers, the residences of the elite in the overcrowded coastal megacity of Estusa. Inside, the audience waited, in avid silence, for the final round of the competition for the next colony ship. Lily White prowled impatiently with feline grace while waiting for her team’s chance to exhibit their skills. A strikingly tall woman, she wore an orange striped leotard, which accentuated her lithe muscular body and reflected her nickname of Tiger Lily.
Her companion, the team leader, John Simmons grinned at her restless antics. “Our demo is next. You’ll be marvelous; you are the star of our act. The audience loves Tiger Lily!” “I know,” she said, in complacent indifference to her dramatic impact. “But, will it be enough? I couldn’t bear to lose for a second time. We’ve been training for ten years. I hate living in the smelly underground rabbit warrens!” She shook her long hair and glared fiercely at him. John was a sober counterpoint in their act, wearing black to highlight Lily’s exuberant gymnastics. He was accustomed to her impassioned outbreaks, and sympathized. They shared the same goal of exploring a new world. A natural leader, he exuded confidence. “We’ll win this time,” he declared optimistically. “We’re all in peak physical condition, and you and Max have designed superb exhibitions showcasing our talents that will wow the spectators.” Their number was called. Lily and John entered from opposite sides of the arena, ran to the center and clashed the shiny tips of their swords together. They had decided to demonstrate their low tech combat skills in the last stages of the competition, under the assumption that any surviving descendants of the first colonists had lost the ability to make advanced weapons. The spectators yelled their enthusiastic approval, reveling in the rare opportunity to shout aloud without violating rigid convention. John and Lily were closely matched in height and skill. Their swords flashed against each other as they leaped through their energetic dance-like routine, protected by invisible individual force fields. The repeated clashes of their darting blades reverberated through the arena. Lily whirled around with feline agility, even vaulting right over the head of her opponent, in blatant disregard of the precautions needed for a real combat. She was an anachronism in the modern age, a throwback to a less polluted era with lower population and greater freedom. The audience loved her outrageous exhibitionism. They roared approval, waving orange and black striped flags in wild celebration of Tiger Lily’s flawless performance.
