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Posting from my WiP
THE GIRLS FROM ALCYONE: MERCHANTMAN
The Girls From Alcyone is the continuing story of two very special girls who find themselves at the heart of a conflict spanning more than forty worlds.
THIS WEEK: I had this chapter in Book II that just didn't fit. Rather than scrap it (cuz I love it), I realized it would make an awesome (I think) standalone prequel to Book II. So, here it is, the opening of my new short WiP, Merchantman.
Twisting, turning; arms spread out or tucked in, nothing Sigrid did made any difference; nothing could stop her as she tumbled out of control, moving deeper and deeper into the blackness of space. Stars spun by her fractured visor; every point-four-six seconds she saw the blinding binary stars of alpha Phoenicis flash past. It was only the fact of Sigrid's enhanced physiology that halted the rise of bile in her throat, kept her from losing consciousness completely. But she had greater worries to consider.
Debris from the explosion had penetrated her suit, damaged her oxygen feed; the mixture was far too rich. A quick calculation determined the weakened faceplate would soon succumb to the pressure, shatter in less than nine minutes.
A more stinging calculation vexed Sigrid; the Merchantmen had never intended to deliver their supplies; Sigrid doubted they ever even had them.
They were liars, thieves, and yet she hadn't seen it.
Another wave of debris blew past her; twisted bits of metal, body parts, all that was left of the Merchantman.
Small mercies, Sigrid thought.