Last week I said I would be posting a sample of the book on Sunday. Okay, so it's Monday night, but I am really terrible when it comes to blogging. Honest.....
Anyway, the chapter coming up is about a 600-word chapter that is still going through the editing stage, so it might appear slightly different in the book. I should probably mention what the book is about too, so the unofficial synopsis is also below.
Happy Reading. :)
Renolds Osirus has spent most of his life as an accountant. After eleven years of waiting, the government finally allows him to pursue his dream of being a captain and promotes him to a spaceship called the Vigilant. However, before he can celebrate Earth is decimated by a race of mysterious aliens and the Vigilant is accidentally transported into hostile territory. To make matters worse, his senior officers include a genocidal first officer, a doctor with trembling hands, and a terrifying security chief.
A/N: This takes place shortly before the attack on Earth.
Renolds cleared his throat as he sat down behind his desk. He tried to grab a pen, but his hands were shaking so much in anger that he soon set it aside. "I have some papers that I need you to sign."
Mark crossed his arms. "So how is it that your chief engineer is not part of any particular
rank and yet holds a vital position on board this ship?"
I dunno. How does my first officer? Renolds thought but wisely did not say. "Chief Engineer Davids is highly experienced in his field. More so because he has an artificial intelligence in his head called a symbiot. His IQ is more than either you or me." He permitted himself a small smile. "Or combined. But Symbocom is a branch of NAVA that is not officially recognized within military ranks. It is only because of my request that he is here."
Renolds opened a folder as the grandfather clock chimed upstairs, signaling the hour. Only seven hours until launch. "Let's talk about you. Obviously, I can't vouch for your safety. But then, in your record you're classified as ‘highly dangerous' so I doubt it'll be a problem." He looked up, and said nothing.
After a minute Mark snorted. "Are we having a staring contest now, Renolds?"
"I don't expect you to know this, but I had a sister who was a radio technician. The base she was stationed on was destroyed in the war," Renolds stated.
There was a long pause.
"Contrary to what you may think, I didn't kill every single person involved in the war eleven years ago. Was there a point to this story other than your failed attempt to inspire guilt and compassion for you, or are we swapping family history? Because I have a sister who sells hot dogs in Iowa if we want to talk about her next."
Renolds shook his head. "I'll be damned if I know how a son of a bitch like you became the first officer to my ship."
"And you're not going to. That's classified."
The captain leaned back in his chair. "I can order you off the ship."
Mark smiled a little, eyes rolled towards the ceiling. "No, you seriously can't. But good luck trying."
"You don't think much of me, do you Commander?"
Mark blinked at the unexpected question. He shrugged. "What if I don't?"
"Well, we're going to be working together. I'd like to know what you think. And I'm sure that's not ‘classified'."
Mark was silent as the captain poured himself a brandy. "I've seen your kind before. You're afraid of taking risks. You prefer to sit behind a desk and let others do your work for you. I think you've been a pencil-pusher all your life. Even though you lost your sister, you really have no idea how precious some things are to lose. The life you know might just as easily be gone the next day. I'm not sure how you made it up the command chain, but it was probably some big break on your part. And I'm not really surprised it took this long for you. You know, being a spineless coward and all."
Renolds finished pouring the drink and took a good, long sip. "Well, at least I can count on an honest opinion from my first officer. That's good. Are you sure you won't have some brandy, Commander? It really is an excellent year." He stood. "No? Then it's time to give you a run-down of your duties on board my ship." He left the office, having a feeling that he was going to be needing the brandy for many conversations to come with his first officer.
A moment later Mark followed, shaking his head. Both officers were oblivious to three sets of eyes watching from the ceiling.