Secret Project Sneak Peak

I've been getting a lot of questions about what I'm working on next. To start - Aileen 4 is due back from the editor at any moment. In the meantime, I've been working on a story that has taken up a lot of real estate in my head for the last few years. Don't know when I'll publish it since I plan at least three books in the series. I've been toying with the notion of publishing them back to back, but it could be a while since I want to write Dragon 4 and Broken Lands 4 before I write the second book.

Either way, I'm excited to be working on this project. Since it's Monday, I thought you guys might enjoy a sneak peak.

Standard Disclaimers Apply - This has not been fully edited and I may change it for the final product. Hope you guys enjoy.

Sneak Peak

The burnt out wreckage of the alien spaceship drifted in a halo of its own debris. Its end had been violent and full of fire and carnage. The scars of its last battle were still visible in the gaping wounds dotted throughout its carcass.

At least half of its body was missing, bits of it floating in a mass around it. What little remained intact was riddled with scorch marks as it tumbled slowly through space, the story of its end visible to all who neared.

Kira’s breath remained steady as she drifted closer to her target, the void of space pressing in all around her. The dead ship was just one of many in a debris field that spanned thousands of miles. A relic from a battle fought nearly twelve years ago, it was the perfect monetary opportunity for the very few who were brave and foolish enough to attempt salvaging it.

This particular ship was smack dab in the middle of the field, a priceless opportunity for those stupid enough to risk life and limb on it. Kira hoped the risk meant great reward. Most salvagers would keep to the edges of the debris field to avoid risk puncturing the outer hull of their ship.

“Stay alert, Kira. My calculations place the chances of a suit puncture at seventy six point four three percent,” a voice said over the comms.

“We’ve been over this, Jin. The upgrades to my suit mean I can withstand any debris smaller than my fist,” Kira responded. It wasn’t quite combat grade but it was better than anything her fellow salvagers might have. “The new radar we picked up will detect anything within ten meters.”

Jin sniffed, the sound insulted. “That thing is at most only ninety six percent accurate.”

Kira ignored the grumbling. Her friend had fought the radar’s purchase and had been a grumpy about its presence ever since. Kira didn’t care. The new radar would be a valuable tool, especially if they continued going after the more difficult ships that other salvagers were too afraid to attempt.

“We’ve been over this. The radar isn’t going to replace you. It simply frees you up to concentrate on more important tasks,” she told him in a soothing voice.

She flicked on the propulsion unit, grinning as the thrusters kicked online. She loved this feeling. The abrupt jolt that took her from drifting aimlessly to her being the guide and navigator.

She easily dodged the bigger pieces of debris as she wound her way closer to the misshapen hulk waiting for her.

“I still think we should have gone after the ship the Sweet sisters told us about. This one has disaster written all over it,” Jin groused.

“If we’d done that, we would have had to fight those same sisters off once we got through with the salvage. You know they like to snatch other people’s hard work,” Kira explained again. “Besides, I’m pretty sure this is warrior class. An elite or superior at the very least.”

“That makes me feel a lot better,” Jin said sarcastically. “It’s not like they don’t have a high mortality rate for salvagers.”

“This conversation is really boosting my confidence right now.” Kira’s voice was dry.

“It’s my job to notify you of the risk in any salvage operation.”

Yes and Jin was very scrupulous about doing his job. Even when you would prefer he didn’t. Like now, while she was drifting through the void, only a few thin layers between it and her.

Kira maneuvered around another set of space junk. Looked like a bulkhead, probably one of the reasons the lower half of the ship was gone.

“I’m approaching the main body,” Kira said, the banter of earlier falling away as her focus turned to the job.

“What do you see?”

“The control room looks to be intact. A few of the weapon chutes are still there.”

The main bridge would have been in the upper middle part of the ship, behind several bulk heads. She’d been right before. It was a Superior, definitely warrior class.

During the height of the war, it would have sent the human fleet scurrying. Nearly indestructible, it’s defensive and offensive capabilities were among the best their enemy, the tsavitee had. No doubt it’d been responsible for sending more than one of Earth’s ships to an early grave along with any unfortunates who were among the crew.

Size in space often had little impact on a ship’s capabilities. This one was considered midsize. Not quite a dreadnought. Next to her small form, it seemed massive.

She knew the specs for this ship, had studied them and others like it. The ship would have had a crew of about a hundred aboard when it was destroyed. A hundred of humanity’s enemies that went down with the ship in one of the bloodiest battles of a decades long war. 

Built from a dark metal, it nearly blended in with the black of space. Its shape was ominous and foreboding, the lines sharp and cutting. Kira didn’t know if that was because of her own perception and history or because it was essentially a graveyard.

“Any of the cannons look salvageable?”

Kira examined the ship. It was difficult since it continued to rotate along the same lines it would have when it died.

“No, they’re torn to bits. There are a few pieces here and there, the rest of the parts are likely floating around me,” she said.

“Do you think they’re worth salvaging?” he asked.

“Not on this ship. I’ll focus on the main body for now. We can mark the location and come back later for the rest.”

“Alright, I’m ready for you to begin your approach. Remember, these ships tend to have nasty defenses. Try not to trip them this time.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” she told him.

“You say that, and yet you always seem to find trouble.” His voice was tart. “I’m not coming to get you this time.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t expect you to. Just make sure to keep the Wanderer out of danger,” Kira said. Before he could respond, her voice turned businesslike. “Beginning my approach.”

“Your trajectory is good. You should reach the ship in four minutes and ten seconds,” he said.

Kira maneuvered closer, her heart rate remaining steady despite the danger. She’d only made it three meters when her proximity alert went off, the screen in her mask flashing red. She hit her thrusters, shooting left. A silver shape sailed past her.

Guess that meant the ship’s defenses were definitely intact. A grin took over her face.

When they did finally crack this nut, they were going to make a mint off it. Enough for that new food synthesizer that actually made food that tasted like food and not the chalky crap she was currently living off of.

“What was that?” Jin asked.

“Nothing,” she told him, her voice distracted.

The weapon chasing her through the wreckage looked like a long silvery ribbon. It looked and moved as if it was organic, darting around pieces of metal with a lithe sinuous glide as it followed Kira. It reminded her in many ways of Earth’s eels. She’d never seen one in person but she’d seen pictures in books and in video.

This thing moved in much the same way, as if it was swimming through space. If it caught her, it would wrap around her before yanking her apart. That was if it didn’t burn through her suit first.

“Is that a Strigmor Eel?” Jin’s outrage was clear even over the comms.

Kira didn’t bother denying it, too busy trying not to fly headfirst into any wreckage.

“How did you set off the ship’s defenses?” he cried.

“Little busy here,” Kira said. She shot down, the eel just missing her.

“Did you not cloak? I told you how important it was to cloak,” he wailed.

“I cloaked,” Kira said through gritted teeth. She veered to the ship. Maybe it wouldn’t follow her inside.

“Don’t go inside the ship. That’s a bad idea,” Jin lectured.

An instant later a second proximity alert went off, alerting Kira to another eel heading her way.

“Told you.” Jin’s voice was smug.

Kira ignored him, dipping down as she zig zagged at a breakneck speed through wreckage that would cut her to pieces if it impacted.

She rounded a piece of particularly large metal, the first eel right on her tail, the second peeling off to try to trap her from the other side. She flicked her eyes up and to the left, blinking twice to trigger her defensive flares. Hundreds of tiny lights, each one a metal ball bearing no bigger than a marble streaked out from her suit.

The eel flew into them, the balls attaching to its skin in a big clump. Seconds later they burst, splitting the eel in half.

Kira shot away from the wreckage, just in time for the second eel to come up from underneath. She darted through the deadly obstacle course, the eel no more than a few lengths behind her.

Her new suit with its upgrades was a blessing just then. It was its own miniature space craft, capable of the flexible maneuvering that a bigger craft would never have been able to do. She’d designed it to her specifications, sourced every piece of it. Now it was making all that time, effort and money worthwhile.

The view screen expanded and contracted as she searched through the wreckage for the perfect spot to take out the other eel.

There. Two long pieces of wreckage floated together, connected by a thin beam. That was perfect.
Kira veered for it, hitting her turbos and increasing her speed. The eel fell back, just slightly. Enough for her purposes.

She darted between the two sheets, brushing against one side and leaving several sticky charges on it before moving to the other side. This was done within seconds.

She hit a hard reverse on her thrusters, gritting her teeth as the suit shook around her as it ground to a stop. She turned on her back and waited.

The eel didn’t disappoint, sailing into the small space, its body slithering toward her as it spotted her.

She smiled at it. “Hello, beautiful.”

She lifted her arm, lining up the shot as it prepared to dart after her. She fired, a blue light streaking toward the eel. It easily dodged, moving to the side as the light missed it.

Her smile widened. She kicked her thrusters back online, using them to send her rocketing away from the eel, her eyes locked on it.

The light hit the sticky charges. A force punched Kira in the chest, then the metal around the eel imploded, warping around it and killing it.

Kira continued her backwards glide.

“The eels have been neutralized,” she said.

“Good, now that you’re done playing, maybe you can get back to salvaging this ship. You only have a few hours of air left and it’ll take you nearly that long to get close again,” Jin said.

“Roger that,” Kira said.