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Idea’s and Inspiration

As of late, well, let’s call it a while, I haven’t really kept up with blogging all that much.  I’ve posted a few Random Short Stories, and more of Black-Heart, but not many ideas or updates on life or writing, which I feel is what people would rather read than waiting for a new update on Black-Heart.  I know I get frustrated when my favorite web-comics don’t update on time.  Regardless, I haven’t been active on the blog and that can drive readers away too.  And if content is bland and there are days when I’m pretty bland– I digress though.

The reason I’m writing today is just what the title says.  I’ve got some ideas and inspiration that have been popping into my head and I want to expand upon them.

Lately, when I’ve had a good chunk of time, I’ve been binging on an anime called Fairy Tail.  Great anime in my opinion (if you are an anime fan or know what anime is. If not that’s ok too, just skip ahead).  I describe it as a combination of Naruto and One Piece, silly but with some serious parts.  Lots of epic battles and a great overarching storyline.  Sadly it ends at episode 175.  I hear it cuts out mid-story-arc, but I’ve heard a rumor (not sure if it’s true) that it’s going to start up again in September sometime.  I’m hopeful!

All the epicness going on in the story-arc I’m in right now has been getting my mind whirling with ideas and epicness for my own stories.  I’ve been fixated on Jayko lately and a specific scene which has been developing in my head.  I want it to be epic and to have a multitude of things going on at once as it’s a battle scene.  I’ve already posted about three parts of the scene as Random Short Stories.  But there’s still more to come.  I just haven’t worked it out completely yet.

So, far I’ve brought back the Commandos from a previously trunked story, set up a massive fleet for Jayko to command, taken that fleet to the doorstep of the enemy, dropped mechs right into the middle of a battlefield and set up the main characters to head into heavy fighting.  I’ve got ideas whirling around that I need to develop on where the Commandos and Jayko have to fight their way to a key control center.  I want them to encounter heavy resistance and to be not be able to stop the Wormhole Gate they are assaulting from being activated.

Trying to add on to the epicness that I’m trying to go for, Jayko calls in Helios Station, an ancient space station of massive proportions that drops from FTL into the middle of the space battle and absorbs the brunt of the energy projected into space by the Wormhole Gate, stopping it from opening.

What’s been difficult for me with all of this, has been trying to convey everything that’s happening in the battle at once, to give the reader a rush as they progress through the battle following the Commandos.  To convey the size of the Gate and Helios Station.  The awe as it drops into battle, scattering dreadnaught size battleships as it moves into position over the planet.

So my question to all you other writers out there is this:  How do you convey something that’s supposed to be fast paced, that’s supposed to have something big happen that makes your characters stop and stare, and think, “Holy-sh–t!”?

And if you’re not a writer but a reader:  What do you think makes a scene in a book give you that same feeling described above?

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Theo’s Story

I have this feeling of satisfaction, of completion now.  I feel accomplished.  It’s hard to describe, but with Star Catcher done and out there for people to enjoy, I feel complete.

It’s weird, I don’t get to experience this feeling much, so it’s new for me.  In all reality, it’s akin to my life’s work being completed which is a weird feeling.  And yet, I still  have more to write.

As for Star Catcher you should totally check out the book!  20% is free as a sample, so if you like it you can buy it.  Tell your friends though, spread the word.  Help out a poor college student trying to get by. Winking smile

With that done though, I now start moving on to another project that I have had in the works for a while and has been sitting on the back burner, as it were.  The working title right now it Theo’s Story.  I wrote this story back in high school and tried to get it published for my senior project, but I didn’t take into account self-publishing at the time as my project was on traditional publishing.  Truthfully though, eBooks were still fairly new to me and I was biased against them cause I still like being able to actually hold the book in my hand.  That and I was totally against self-publishing cause it cost me money and I was not willing to do it.  I have a different view of all of that now with eBooks and self-publishing with Smashwords.  I’ve done my research.

So Theo’s Story takes place in the Solar System after World War III, I forget how far in the future it is, something like 50 years or more, not sure.  I’ll have to look it up.  It’s been a long time since I’ve even looked at it, so it’s not very fresh in my mind, and I’m hoping this will help with editing it.  I will be able to read it for what it is.

The story itself is about the discovery of faster than light travel and what would happen if the corporations that control the asteroid belt got their hands on it.

The main character, Theo ends up getting dragged into a conflict between the corporations and a smuggler by the name of Dustin Anthony who has somehow gotten his hands on the prototype FTL drive.  Theo has to work to keep the drive out of the hands of the greedy corporations who would monopolize it for themselves and figure out how the drive is supposed to work.

They end up traveling all over the solar system and even visit post-apocalyptic Earth for a short while.

It’s a neat story I think and those who helped me edit it back then liked it as well.  So we’ll see where it goes.  It still needs some work and I wasn’t satisfied with some areas of the story, but if I can find any spare time in between all of the work college is throwing at me, I’m going to pick it up and get it started again.  And that may not end up happening for a while. I have at least three midterms this next week and I’m taking all engineering, and science classes, with a math class thrown in, so it’ll be challenging, but I need those A’s so that what I’m working toward.

Anyway, I should wrap up this post before I ramble on too long.  I’ve got writing and college to do!

Cheers!

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Liar Liar, Finals and Thoughts About Sci-Fi

Well, I lied back when I said I would be able to get back to a more regular, semi-frequent posting schedule.  Final hit right after NaNoWriMo ended and studying took over my life.  But that’s all over now and I am back home where I can maybe get some more writing done while my sister monopolizes the Xbox playing Skyrim.

Aaron Black’s story keeps floating around in my head and I’m itching to continue it even though I need to finish what I started with NaNoWriMo.  I’m pretty sure I should be able to do both, but now that I’m not on a time crunch I can take my time with finishing off the one story and working on Aaron’s.  It should make for an interesting balancing act as I still want to try and put the last finishing touches on Star Catcher and see if I can publish it as an eBook, or if I should even try.  I keep hearing about how every author good or otherwise is publishing their books as eBooks now that it’s so easy and I wonder if I should even do that.  Sci-Fi is not a very strong genre as most people aren’t really interested in it anymore. 

Normally you hear about how all the great Sci-Fi books from way back when we thought the future was something new and cool.  Now we’ve reached the future and there’s new and cool tech and futuristic stuff coming at us nearly everyday what with how fast computers and technology are progressing.  It makes it hard to write a Sci-Fi that’s actually futuristic since we live in the future.

That’s my view on the subject and it brings up a question pertaining to what I write.  I write what you could call space opera Sci-Fi, similar to Star Wars but without Jedi and Sith.  The game company Bioware did an excellent job creating an epic, truly futuristic Sci-Fi space opera with their game Mass Effect (that’s just my personal opinion) – but my point is that it’s not so easy to find epic Sci-Fi stories because there aren’t that many any more – maybe I’m just looking in the wrong places, but you don’t hear about them like you do the other big fantasy books out there right now.  Again, I may be looking in the wrong places or not keeping up on current going-on’s as well, or whatever.

But coming back to the question that I keep coming up with:  Would anyone want to read my novel if I published it?  Would it be worth it?

I guess it doesn’t really matter if I do or don’t, but I’ll never know if I don’t publish it.  Either way, I can still say it’s my novel, be proud that I wrote it even if I only wrote it for myself and not the world or the other Sci-Fi fans out there, though it would be pretty cool if they liked it.

Anyway, I’ll leave it at that if anyone wants to chime in with their input.

Next post I’m going to do another installment to the Aaron Black short-story.  Even if not one else does, I want to know what’s going to happen next to him.  And especially what’s up with that gun of his.

Cheers!

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Star Catcher: Prologue

The hologram of the blue and green planet cast its bright glow throughout the large study, across the books, chairs, and over the two people inhabiting the room.

Jayko Troven leaned on the projector table, his hands folded under his chin, his young, round face gazing up at the blue and green planet in wonder.  At the age of six, he was drinking up all the knowledge that his father could teach him.  The planet in front of him was new and Jayko was determined to get his father to tell him all about it.

His father on the other hand, standing just across the table, an open book in his hand, had different plans.  Jaymen Troven was going to make his son work for the knowledge just as he had.

"Father!  C’mon!  Tell me what planet this is!  I already know it’s not our own," complained Jayko staring up at the hologram.

Jaymen chuckled.  "That’s a start, son.  I’m glad that you know what your planet looks like, but I’m not going to tell you the name of this one just yet."

"I could always look it up in the database!" replied Jayko, trying to counter his father’s plan.

Jaymen chuckled again.  "But this planet isn’t in the database, Jayko.  This is a special planet.  It took me years to learn of it."

"Why?" asked Jayko, tilting his head to one side as he looked up at the hologram.

"Because the knowledge of this planet was lost thousands of solar years ago."  Jaymen looked from his son to the hologram, studying it.

Jayko looked over to his father, his face scrunched up in deep thought.  "But how do you know about it?"

"There’s the right question, son.  When I first learned of this planet, it became my life’s work to find any knowledge of it."

Jayko looked disappointed.  "But I thought I was your life’s work!"

Jaymen laughed and looked over as his son with a smile.  "That’s very true!  You are my life’s work."

"So what’s it’s name?"

"Earth," said Jaymen.

"Like the ground?" asked Jayko.

His father shook his head, chuckling at his son’s comparison.  "Yes and no.  That term is rarely used anymore, but the name of this planet is where it came from.  This planet is inside all of us.  Most of us just don’t know it."

"How is it in us?" asked Jayko, perking up at the revelation that his father was finally going to let him in on the knowledge.

Jayko was really interested now, his father saw.  He motioned for his son to come over to him.

Jayko pushed off from the table and trotted around to his father.

Jaymen closed the book he was holding and set it on the projector table.  Turning to his son, he knelt down so he was closer to eye level with Jayko.  Reaching out he put a hand on his son’s shoulder and touched the center of his chest with one finger.  "It’s in all of us, because Earth is where we–where our ancestors were born.  It’s our home planet.  Do you understand?"

Jayko nodded.  "It’s our home.  Like our home here, but not our home."

Jaymen laughed and pull his son into a big hug.  "That’s right!  Ah, this is why I love you!  This is why you’re my son!"

He released his son after a moment.  "Alright, now that you know the name of the planet and what it is, can you tell me where it is?"

Jayko frowned and shook his head.

"It’s in your heart isn’t it?" said his father.

Jayko shook his head again.

"Well, you’re right to shake your head.  Not even I know where it is.  Just remember that it’s real.  Earth was once a real place.  No one knows if it is now.  It could be gone, it could still be there, no one knows.  That’s why I wanted to find out."

"What would you do if you found where it was?" asked Jayko, looking into his father’s eyes.

"I would take you and your mother and we’d go visit it!  That’s what I’d do."

Jayko smiled and hugged his father.  "Then I hope you find it!"

Jaymen hugged his son back.  "I hope so too."

Suddenly, without warning, the room shook violently, nearly throwing the two of them into the projector table.  The book that Jaymen had set down slid across its smooth surface and was flung to the floor.  Jaymen held tightly to his son until the shaking stopped.

When he released Jayko the lights in the room had turned a deep, dark, pulsing red.  The hologram of Earth had vanished to be replaced by red text that Jayko couldn’t quite make out in the light.

His father rushed to the table controls and tapped in a series of commands.  The text changed to a hologram of the flying city they lived in awash in the color red with warnings surrounding it.  Jaymen studied it for a moment and then slammed his fist down on the projector table, denting it’s surface.  He hung his head for only a moment before turning to Jayko, worry in his eyes.

Jayko saw it and it worried him as well.  Nothing like this had ever happened that he could remember.  The only time that the lights had gone red that he’d ever seen was in an emergency drill and his father never reacted this way during those.

Jaymen knelt down in front of his son again.  "Jayko.  Do you remember what to do during an emergency drill?"

Jayko nodded, scared of what was to come next.

"Good," said Jaymen.  "I want you to take this."  He placed a golden coin in Jayko’s hand.  "It’s a good luck charm.  Take it and go find your mother."

He closed Jayko’s hand around the coin and pulled him into a tight hug.  Standing, he turned Jayko and guided him to the door.

The room shook violently again before they could make it there and Jaymen grabbed onto his son, holding him upright.  "Don’t forget to keep that charm with you at all times!" said Jaymen, resuming steering his son towards the door.  He keyed the door open and it quickly slid up into the ceiling.  "Now find your mother.  Get going!  I’ll be right behind you, I have some things to take care of first."

Jaymen shoved Jayko through the door and closed it behind his son just as the room shook violently once again.

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Random Short! #6: Running Away

Aaron stood looking at Mai, the package still gripped tight in his hands. He was silent, a hard look in his eye as he stared at her.

She’s on another job? What was that supposed to mean to him? Why was she here? How had she known to find him in this place of all places?

Aaron couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She stared back at him with an equally hard gaze, a small smile on her face.

She was a woman of her word, that he knew. But her motives were another thing.

“Ahoy, Aaron! You on there mate?”

Aaron broke his gaze and turned to look over the side the ship and down at the dock. The ship had floated up and away just enough to leave a good-sized gap. Standing on the dock with a bundle of thick power-cables tucked under one arm and a tool kit under the other was Keern looking expectantly up at the side of the ship.

Pushing Mai from his mind, he tucked the package into his coat pocket and stepped over to the starboard side of the airship and knelt down to pick up one of the mooring lines that he had untied. Raising it high he tossed it over to the dock, looping the mooring pin on the first try.

“I’m up here, Keern,” he called out, putting one foot on the wooden rail at the side of the ship and hauling on the rope to pull the ship back in.

“Got some difficulties going on?” asked Keern as the side of the ship bumped up against the dock.

Aaron looped the rope around the mooring pin several times and tied it off. “You could say that.”

“Ah, those type of difficulties,” said Keern looking past Aaron to where Mai was still standing on the deck of the ship watching Aaron, her smile still in place and her cat sitting next to her.

Aaron didn’t look back. You don’t know half the story, he thought to himself.

“Well then, I’ll get to work on the FTL and leave ya all to yer business.” Keern stepped onto the ship, dragging the cables with him and smiled at Aaron. He hiked the cables up under his arm and headed for the stairs leading down to the belly of the ship.

Stepping over the power cables snaking across the deck and down into the ship, Aaron worked his way around the starboard side and proceeded to re-secure the rest of the mooring lines. A dark cloud hung over him, dampening his mood. This would have been a nice day like any other if she hadn’t shown up. The first chance he got, he was going to try and get out of here and away from her, but with her standing on the deck of his ship, it was nigh impossible at the moment.

Her heavy, knee-high combat boots clunked loudly on the deck of the ship as she walked over to where he was hauling on a mooring rope and then leaned against the railing next to him.

“If you’re not here for me, get the hell off my ship,” he growled as he tied down the rope, avoiding her gaze.

“I see you’re not using your gifts.”

“Shut-up,” Aaron growled back, turning and making his way over to the bow rope that had held the ship before. He picked it up and hauled on it to reel in the slack.

“All that talent, Aaron, and you’re out here living a quite life? Just an ordinary man. That’s hard to believe with all your talent. The man known as Black-Heart, living as though nothing ever happened.”

Aaron tied off the rope and then slammed his fist down on the wooden rail. “You’re wrong!” he shouted. “I could never live as though nothing ever happened, but I couldn’t live with myself, not like that, not anymore.”

Mai looked thoughtful as she turned her gaze from him to the docks.

Turning his back to her, he headed across the deck and grabbed a bucket and brush. The deck needed cleaning and there were a whole list of other chores that needed to be done. So he set to work, ignoring Mai as best he could, he scrubbed the deck down and attacked the chore list he’d put off for so long with an inhuman vigor.

He finished near the same time as Keern finished with the FTL drive. His friend reappeared from the belly of the ship dragging the cables up and onto the deck.

“S’all finished, Aaron! You’re set to go whenever. FTL’s in tip-top shape and charged up.”

“That’s good. Thank you, Keern. I’ll have to buy you a drink later.”

“Don’t mention it,” Keern replied, tossing the cables back onto the dock. “Just don’t let the drive get into the that bad of shape before you come in for a tune-up. That thing was a might towards letting you fall out of the sky.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Aaron coming over to stand by Keern.

Keern tucked his tool-kit under one arm and looked over toward where Mai was sitting by the bow on the railing, relaxing.

“And you’ll have to tell me about that one over that drink,” said Keern waving to her with a grin.

She waved back, giving him an innocent smile.

“Yeah,” said Aaron. “I’ll have to do that.”

Keern turned to him and clapped him on the shoulder before stepping down off of the ship and around the large cat. Aaron had made Mai have Katha get off the ship so he could scrub the decking and the cat had lain down close by on the dock for a nap.

Mai came up beside him as he watched Keern head out.

“He’s quite the nice guy,” she said.

Aaron didn’t respond. Instead he turned and headed to for the mooring lines spaced across the starboard side of the ship. He proceeded to loosen each one. Mai followed him as he made his way around.

“So I’m not the job, then?” he asked, his voice hard. “You’re not after me.”

“No, I’m not. But I am here to convince you to come back. You’re the best of the best.”

“Was, you mean.”

“I’m sure you still are. I have no doubt. We need you.”

Aaron shook his head, not looking at Mai as he reached the last mooring rope tied up near where Katha was taking a nap on the dock. He looked down at the cat.

“Who else? Who else knows I’m here.”

“No one. No one else believed that you could have survived… that you were alive. I was the only one. The only one to come looking for you.”

“Good.”

Aaron whipped around, raising his leg in a sweeping kick aimed for her shoulder. She reacted fast, blocking with her hand and forearm as he made contact with her shoulder. He wasn’t trying to hurt her, but the kick had the desired effect. The force of it was enough to knock her through the gap in the railing that Keern had stepped down onto the dock through.

She landed on Katha who let out a loud yowl and hiss.

Wasting no time, Aaron turned and loosed the last mooring rope, letting it fall away from the ship. Turning behind him, he pulled on the ropes that secured the sail, letting it unfurl, something he should have done last time.

The sail caught the wind and the ship floated away from the dock, steadily rising up, out of reach.

“Aaron Black-Heart! Stop!”

Turning he looked back on the dock where Mai had picked herself up and was standing, her cat there right next to her. She shot him a piercing gaze filled with anger. The ship was too far away for her to jump to this time, with the sails unfurled taking him away from the dock.

He looked back at her, giving her a hard stare of his own, before turning and heading for the the helm.

“Goddamn it! Get back here! You’re not leaving me!”

“Yes, I am,” said Aaron, his voice cold.

“Rrraaa!” she screamed in frustration. Reaching under her jacket, she pulled out a large, thick-barreled gun and aimed at Aaron. “Get back here!”

Aaron reached the helm and spun the wheel, turning the ship to port, away from the dock. “Go ahead and shoot me!” he shouted back, turning to look at her. He knew the kind of devastation that gun could do. One shot could blow a hole larger than himself in the ship. But he knew she wouldn’t shoot.

“Rrrrraaaa!” she screamed again, but didn’t pull the trigger.

He turned from her and looked out to the sky ahead of him. The farther he could run, the better off he would be. It was the only thing he could do to escape the pain, to escape his past.

 

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Random Short! #4: The Flying City

The grand flying city of Azure was one of a kind throughout history and the galaxy beyond. It floated high in the atmosphere lazily following the flow of the winds. Come rain or shine, the city gleamed, it’s tall towers of white and silver gracefully cutting through the clouds around it. At it’s heart was an artifact older than written history itself that manipulated gravity in ways never seen before, lightening even the most dense material to to that of the air around it.

Today the sun gleamed off of the towers of the city, the fluffy wisps of clouds surrounding it filled with the different colored sails of airships that followed in it’s wake. It was the busiest city on the planet and the only reason that the planet was even given a second thought by those on other, more developed colony planets.

Aaron hung tight to the ropes of the airship’s sails with one hand, reigning them is as he steered the ship’s wheel with the other. The wind threatened to tear the sails from his control and he heaved on the ropes. He weaved his way in slowly toward the docks that circled the flying city, looking for an open space. Airships and spaceships moored at the city filled what space was available, but Aaron had a special space that he was heading for. A dock that was being held by a friend for him.

Slipping past two larger airships with full crews working them, he spun the wheel of the ship, turning it so that the starboard side faced the white metal of the dock he was making for. There standing on it, one foot up on a thick mooring, arms resting on his knee as he leaned, Keern watched Aaron maneuver in.

With a bump and scrape, the ship contacted the dock. Releasing his grip on the ropes he let the now slack sails go free and held the wheel while Keern jumped across.

“Ahoy! My friend! I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show when you were a day late!” called out Keern as he grabbed the mooring ropes from the deck and tossed them over the mooring pins on the dock.

“I was held up about half way,” called back Aaron releasing the wheel as Keern tied off the ropes. “Pirates.”

“Uh oh. More of ‘em eh? Tough times I guess. They weren’t armed were they?”

“Nope, it was just a cargo ship. I didn’t let them get aboard to see if they had any personal weapons though.”

Keern shook his head as he jumped back over to the dock. “Too bad. Would’a given us a cause to hunt ‘em down.”

Tying up the sails, Aaron smiled. “It’s good to be back. I brought ten crates of fresh fruit from one of the settlements. Should fetch a good price.”

“Aye, I’ll have it unloaded the money transferred to ya.”

“I’ll take it in cash,” replied Aaron.

“As always then.” Keern smiled thought his bushy black beard. He was one of many burly men who worked the docks and was a good friend of Aaron’s. They had known each other for just over a year and traded favors back and forth ever time Aaron sailed into port.

Aaron stepped from the decking to the docks in one fluid motion, coming up beside Keern.

“Off to find your next take then? Or a pair of legs?” Keern asked clapping him on the shoulder.

“A job yes, legs, we’ll see about that one.”

“I’ll give her the work-over then. FTL and all.”

“I appreciate it.”

“Go have some fun!” Keern clapped him on the shoulder once more and turned, heading off to get a few hands to unload the crates.

Aaron nodded. He watched Keern go for a moment before starting off into the docks. The sound of the wind in his ears had kept Aaron company while he was alone in the skies. The sound of the docks was similar. The noise of man and machine alike radiated through the air. A place of commerce and trade, the docks were the gateway into the city, and thus were filled with the many peoples of the galaxy.

Vendors lined the walkways, turning gradually into shops and buildings as Aaron made his way deeper into the city. Stopping on his way into the city, Aaron asked around for jobs, sampled wares at vendors, and chatted up the local populace, catching up on news. He had a specific destination in mind, for where he was heading, but he was in no hurry to get there.

Stepping through the crowd, he caught sight of the flash of an animal through the press of bodies. He stopped short looking through the throng of people where he’d seen it; the orange and red coat, the flash of a tail, a large cat-like figure. It had been quick, following in the footsteps of someone in the crowd. But it couldn’t have been, he thought. No, not here. Not on this planet.

Shaking his head, he ran a hand through his hair. He needed a drink more than ever now.

Turning, he headed through the crowd for the bar that had been his destination all along.

Stepping in out off the bustle into the dim atmosphere, Aaron instantly felt more relaxed. Some modern beat music played and people drank and were having a merry time of it inside. He frequented this bar whenever he was in port. Keern would show up after work and they would have a drink together, but it was never to early to start before he showed up.

Sidling over to the bar, Aarons slipped onto a stool and gave the young woman behind the bar a flashy grin.

“So you dragged your ass back here finally,” she said leaning on the bar top. “To what do I owe this pleasure, dear?”

“Just the winds, Grace.” replied Aaron. It was their usual greeting. He’d dated Grace a while back, but with his too short calls to port and his roaming nature, they had decided to break it off. Whenever he was in need of a good cheering up, Grace was there for him though.

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back, a thoughtful loving look in her eye.

“Careful,” she said as he leaned back. “If my guy friend catches you doing that, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“Hell I can take.”

She laughed lightly and turned from the bar, pulling out a bottle of his favorite brew and setting it before him. Pulling out two glasses, she cracked open the top on it.

“You know you’ve been really popular with one lady around here recently.”

Aaron cocked and eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, she’s been asking around for you. Wanted to know when you would be back in port. I told her that you never really have a schedule and she said that she would wait around.”

Aaron stared at Grace, keeping his face emotionless. He hadn’t just been seeing things then. The animal had been there.

“Grace, where is this lady staying?” he asked, semi-casually.

“I offered her one of the rooms we rent out to people. She went out for a bit earlier and should be back soon. Why? Is she a old ex of yours?” Grace looked at him questioningly.

“Something like that, yeah. Where’s the back door?”

Grace looked startled. “Um, behind the counter.”

“Good, I’m going to take this with me.” Aaron slid from the seat casually and grabbed the bottle. Slipping behind the counter, he scanned the room. She wasn’t in here. He would have known if she had entered because of the big cat that always followed her.

“Aaron, what’s wrong?” Asked Grace, taking a step towards him.

He smiled as casually as he could and shook his head. “Tell Keern I’m sorry I missed him. I need to get back to the skies.”

With that he turned and headed through the backroom of the bar and out the back door. Glancing down the alley that he’d stepped into, he took a long swig from the bottle and set it by the door. Moving quickly he headed to the end of the alley and into the crowd. Flipping up the collar on his coat, he hunched his shoulders and tried not to look suspicious as he made his way through the crowd.

They were definitely following him now. He could feel it. Just the two of them, which was the weird part. He was sure there would have been more.

Turning the corner onto a short-cut that would take him to the docks, he started to move faster as the people thinned out, pulling his coat around him in an attempt to blend or hide… whichever worked better.

It was too late though…

“Aaron Black! Stop!”

 

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Random Short! #2: Awake

The darkness swam about, intermixing with the new sensations.  It was different, the darkness.  It wasn’t as cold as it had been before.  It was surprisingly warm this time… and soft.

Moving his arm, he found it felt stiff.  Both his arms felt stiff, and so did the rest of his body.  He was tired too.  Yawning, he smacked his lips a few times, stretched and rolled over onto his stomach grabbing at the pillow under his head.

He was free.  Free of the constriction that he had only known subconsciously.  It was a nice feeling.

Without warning, though, the darkness changed.  He felt no urgency or fear, though.  There was a muffled swoosh of air and soft thumps that moved about.  Then the darkness surrounding him started to lighten.  It was a soft light.  Not the like the harsh light he had felt not too long ago.

He buried his face in the soft embrace of the pillow, trying to block out the light.  He didn’t want it to become like it had before.  All he wanted was to sleep.

A hand touched his shoulder.  “It’s time to wake up, sir.”  The voice was soft… that of a woman.

He grunted into the pillow and turned his head just enough to expose one eye.  Working his eyelid he blinked, trying to focus on who was bothering him.  The fuzzy blue formed itself into the shape of a woman with shoulder length black hair wearing a white uniform with a small red cross sewn above her name-tag.  The letters looked familiar, but he couldn’t make out what they meant to him.

“I really need you to wake up if you are feeling well, sir,” she said again.  “We need to ask you a few questions and do a few tests to make sure you’re alright.”

Thinking hard about what she said, he finally pulled the meaning from her heavily accented words.  Prying open his other eye, he rolled over and sat up in one fluid motion, startling her.

“Oh my.  You must be feeling better.”

He did a quick, sleepy survey of the room, taking in the bed, the monitors and sensors off to one side, the door and the two chairs in one corner.  He was in a medical ward.

He felt the weight then on his wrist and he lifted it up to look.  Around it was a silver circlet no more than a few millimeters wide and just small enough that he wouldn’t be able to slip it off of his wrist.

“We tried to take it off of you, but we couldn’t figure out how.  It was they only thing you were wearing when you were brought here,” she said with a small smile.

It took him a moment to decipher her words, but he got her meaning and looked down at himself, lifting the covers off him.  He was wearing a thin white gown and he could feel that it laced up in the back.

“If you are ready, I can get the doctor now.”

He looked over to her and smiled a big smile, not understanding a word she said.  The language was so familiar to him, but he just couldn’t understand her as she butchered word after word of it.

She nodded and left him briefly, returning with a tall man in a white lab coat with graying stubble.  He poked and prodded, using the sensors and recording readings from the monitors beside the bed all the while talking in the same butchered way while the nurse stood off to the side and took notes quietly with a polite smile on her face.

When the doctor was finished, he pulled up one of the chairs from the corner and sat down in it next to the bed.  “Alright, you seem to be in excellent physical shape.  There was no harm done it seems from your ordeal.  Let’s see what you can remember.”

Rolling his eyes, he decided he was done trying to decipher their butchered way of speaking.  “What is wrong with you people?  You’re not saying anything right,” he said.

Both the doctor and the nurse looked surprised, completely taken off guard.  They looked toward each other.  “This wasn’t anticipated.  Do we have a linguist on call?” he asked the nurse.

“Yes sir, I’ll get him immediately.”  She quickly turned and left through the door.  It slid open and closed with a whoosh of compressed air as she passed through.  She returned just as quickly with another man, this one slightly shorter wearing a set of nice casual cloths with a name-tag pinned to his shirt.

“What language is he speaking?” he asked the doctor as he pulled up another chair and sat down next to him.

“I’m not entirely sure.  It almost sounded like English, but I’ve never heard anything pronounced in that manner before.”

“Well, let me speak to him.”  The linguist turned from the doctor.  “What is your name?” he asked in the same butchered way.

The words were slightly easier to understand, but it was more because it was a simple sentence.  So he answered with a shrug.

"Do you remember anything before waking up here?”

He had to think about that one for a moment and then when he understood, he shook his head.  There was nothing.  No name, no memories.

The linguist turned to the doctor.  “Well he obviously understands what we are saying.”  He turned back.  “What language do you speak?”

Thinking he could try and mimic the butchered parts of their speech, there was only one thing he could do.  “English,” he ground out, trying to butcher the word in the same way that they had.

“Well, there you have it I guess.  That’s something I have never heard spoken, ever.  It sounds like a dialect of Ancient English.   But they don’t teach how to speak that.  He can understand us though.  Please proceed with your questions then, doctor.”

The doctor turned in his seat.  “Let’s start with what happened just before you arrived here…”  The doctor asked about a crash, about being brought in by something called a dekk.  Then went into where he had come from–where was home?  Was there any family?  What was the date?  What planet were they on?  What knowledge did he know?

All these questions were answered with shrugs or shakes of a head.  He had no knowledge of where he was and no idea of who he was.  He just was.  He knew that and English.  But he was slowly starting to learn the way they butchered it enough that he would be able to speak the same way they did.

“Well, it looks like you have a amnesia or a form or it.  Hopefully it would be temporary.  I would like to keep you under observation, but I don’t think there would be much of a point in it.  Your memory will return or it won’t.  You’ll need a place to stay though…” said the doctor.

“Who brought me in again?”

The doctor raised his eyebrows in surprise and then looked down at the tablet computer he was holding.  “A dekk by the name of Lonn Rel.  Rather gruff fellow.”

“I can stay with him.”  He smiled.

“Well as the only responsible party that knows about you, I can authorize your release to him, but from there, you will be on your own.”

A smile.

The doctor shook his head and typed something into the computer and then pulled out a stylus and signed on the screen.

Within the hour, they had him fitted out in a set of slightly too large clothes from the lost and found and gave him two slips of paper.  One with an address and a name and the other a letter from the Amber Colony medical administration.

He stepped through the sliding double doors in this used pair of shoes and looked up and into the bustle of the grungy city and the amber tinted sky beyond it.  His eyes were alight with excitement at the suddenly new prospect of freedom before him.

They had told him that he was on Amber, in the colony proper.  The name meant absolutely nothing to him and that excited him even more.  It was a new place to explore with new feelings and experiences.  All of it totally foreign to him.

They had also told him that as soon as he was out of the hospital, that he was to find the address on the paper that they had given him.  Smiling, he lifted the paper and looked at the address, the circlet on his left wrist glinting the in sun as he did.

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