Oh, The Irony

It's odd, that in a week where I've written more than I have in ages, I haven't come up with anything for Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday!

Gah! Next week, for sure!

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday

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Snippet from my WiPpet

The Girls From Alcyone II: The Gilded Age

For those not familiar with TGfA, here's the premise in a nutshell: Taken from her home as a young girl, Sigrid Novak is one of a select and highly trained group of genetically (and bionically) enhanced girls. Both hunted and coveted (as a military asset and scientific curiosity), Sigrid and her friends have fled fled the Federation to make a new life for themselves on a secret and distant planet (a secret that, perhaps, won't stay secret for long). 

This Week: Sigrid's Mistress, the Lady Hitomi Kimura, has just received some terrible and tragic news--news that begs Sigrid to finally ask the question: why has Hitomi made her?

   "You asked me, why—why I made you," Hitomi said, and her thin fingers squeezed Sigrid's, holding her tight. "But I think you already know the answer."

Sigrid knelt by Hitomi's side. For just a moment, she felt the familiar conflict within her. This fragile woman before her—her Mistress—the very woman who had taken her from her family and everything she knew and held dear. This woman had trained her, altered her in profound and terrifying ways. In so many respects Sigrid knew she should hate her, resent her, at the very least. But she couldn't shake the unmistakable kinship she held for Hitomi. From the moment she'd met the Lady Hitomi Kimura, from the first moment she'd set foot on Aquarii, Sigrid had known, she was home; here by this woman's side, this was where she was meant to be.

And Hitomi was correct; Sigrid did know the answer, she knew  why her Mistress had done what she'd done.

"I will be your instrument of vengeance, Mistress. I will kill them all."

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday

Read snippets from other SFFS authors here: scififansat.blogspot.com

Snippet from my WiPpet

The Girls From Alcyone II: The Gilded Age

For those not familiar with TGfA, here's the premise in a nutshell: Taken from her home as a young girl, Sigrid Novak is one of a select and highly trained group of genetically (and bionically) enhanced girls. Both hunted and coveted (as a military asset and scientific curiosity), Sigrid and her friends have fled fled the Federation to make a new life for themselves on a secret and distant planet (a secret that, perhaps, won't stay secret for long). 

This Week: This snippet is from a scene I'd definitely have to file under 'Guilty Pleasures'.

   As if on queue, the steel gate of Sigrid's cell rattled open. Even here, deep in the bowels of the colosseum, she could hear the distinctive roar of the crowd, the heated chanting of thousands, as their feet pounded the flooring above her, stomping in time.

But it wasn't Sigrid's name that reverberated the lengths of the permacrete-lined corridor.

Sigrid's mouth fell open in a little gasp, "...the Crusher…?"

"I'm sure it's just one of those ironic nicknames," Kitten said, trying to be helpful. "You know, like when a they call the big guy Tiny…"

"Right…Ow! Stop that!"

It was the third time the guard had hit her with a blast from his stun baton—Sigrid was determined to make sure it was the last. But until she could find a way to remove the obedience collar…

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday

Read snippets from other SFFS authors here: scififansat.blogspot.com

Snippet from The Girls From Alcyone II

I chickened out this week on sharing a snip from my WiP (too rough!), so I thought I'd share this bit from Book One. This is a pivotal scene where Sigrid claims her first trophies of war (after completing her first mission, where she single-handedly takes down an entire ship), taking her first step into the life of a mercenary.

   The viewer winked-off and Sigrid was alone again, apart from the untidy heap of unconscious bridge officers. Something on Captain Oslov's body caught her eye. He still held his sidearm in his limp hand—a matching one lay holstered on his left side. Sigrid picked it up. She always found the allure of such weapons compelling, ever since the day she'd discovered what a crack shot she was. The captain's pistols were unlike anything she'd held before. Slightly larger than the Markovs, these were a unique, custom-design. There was nothing like them in her database. They were pearl-handled and fit the palm of her hand perfectly, even better than her Markovs. Longer, heavier and fashioned from polished tungsten, they fired a variety of simple, high-powered ballistic rounds. They were lethal, brutal and utterly lovely.