So, after a discussion about contractions and the lack there of in some works between myself and One More Chapter, I decided to post a teaser from Book 6 of my Spi-Corp Series, which I was working on the other day. This is the first meeting between our Hero, Current Space-Racing Champion Brant Olin and our Heroine, Walker Commander, Lashanda Bloome. Enjoy! “Good Cycle,” a female’s voice interrupted Brant’s thoughts. “My name is Commander Bloome. I will be your Walker. Have you suffered any damage or completed any atmospheric descents in the last trade standard taneth?” He blinked, staring out the front view-shield at the bright yellow and white machine hovering around the nose of his ship. They’d docked and he hadn’t realized it. He couldn’t see the pilot because of the darkened face plate but she sounded beautiful. Her voice was like Zerithon honey, soft and smooth with a hint of sultriness he couldn’t avoid. It rolled over him, settling somewhere around his loins, bringing them to life for the first time in a trade standard taneth. He tried to imagine the body that went with it. The suit, even though it had probably been molded to fit her general shape, was bulky and gave away very little. She’d undoubtedly be muscled -- a pilot had to be to operate the cumbersome, outdated equipment. She’d have to have longer than average legs, strong arms and little body fat. He knew, having worked in them himself at one time, that Walkers didn’t have much room on the inside, so she’d have to be in superior shape. His luck though her face would be like a Callian Mutt-Rabbit… Not that he was overly shallow or anything, but still, even he had standards. He cleared his throat, remembering her question. “Um, no, we have not. The Bella II is in fine shape.” “Well, Captain, it never hurts to be sure. Would you like a full report or secondary after inspection?” He blinked, unable to understand the question over the melodious pitch of her voice. She hadn’t recognized him, at least it seemed that way. There was no awe in her voice, no wonder or excitement that the Brant Olin and his carry ship had arrived in her tiny, out of the way Hauler Ring. It was refreshing not to be known and one of the reasons he’d chosen it. By the Gods above, if she is half as beautiful as she sounds…It made him want to undock Jewel from the cargo hold and follow her around out there. He wanted to find out with every part of his being who she was and whether or not she was mated to anyone. Tanala, the ever faithful, saved him. “Secondary will be fine.” “Very well, I will have the report to you in eight cycles. Please enjoy your stay here on Telescion VIII.” The Walker spun on a thruster and disappeared. Tanala’s fingers snapped in front of his face. “Hey Racer Boy…come on, wakey wakey.” He blinked again, shaking himself back to reality with effort. “Oh, sorry.” He stretched out of the command chair, quickly checked the ship’s status and rose to his full height. Tanala stood up with him, her head barely coming to his mid-chest. By most standards he was tall, nearly 6’5”, but he was actually the runt of the litter. The shortest and youngest in his immediate family of four brothers and two sisters, he’d known from an early age he’d never be part of the traditions they followed. His older siblings were all warriors, trained almost from birth to follow the heritage of their father. But he had always been scrawny, less than perfect and left to find his way in the universe before he was even a kittling. He’d become a Space-Racer because it was about the only thing his short stature would allow him to do. “You ok?” He turned, looking back over his shoulder at his best friend, smiling for her benefit. “Yes, yes, I am fine, just tired.” She stood in the hatchway between the bridge and hallway, all four arms crossed. “Uh huh, well you’d best take a break then. The second heat is tonight and you know you’ll want to watch it.” He waved a dismissive hand, turning away. “Yes, yes, I know.” She snorted and caught up to him. “Hey, you may have won today but you need to size up the competition before the Semi’s. That son of a jackal Sang Dalka is runnin’ tonight and word in the pits is he’s got a new weapon on The Maxin…” He tuned out the rest. Tanala was on shop talk and he honestly didn’t want to hear it. He headed down the hallway, pausing long enough to grab a cred-stick from his quarters. They needed to restock before heading off to the Xarinon system. The Semi-final heats were soon and he wanted the chance to run the twists and turns of the tracks before the actual races. Plus they still needed to make repairs to Jewel. She’d taken some nasty hits during his earlier race. He walked down the boarding tube, Tanala chattering away. The flexi-glass gave him a perfect view of Commander Bloome’s Walker and he paused, staring at it as it made slow progress over Bella’s hull skin. He wondered again what she looked like under all that metal. What race was she? Would she have two, four, six arms? Would she be tall, like him? Would she have brown hair, blue, purple? What would her eyes look like? Would they sparkle with laughter? Would they glow with passion? He didn’t know but desperately wanted to find out… “…are you listening to me?” He blinked again, Tanala’s finger poking in his side drawing his attention. “Yes?” “Just like I thought.” She sighed heavily, shoulders rising and dropping. Two arms came up, waving dramatically in the air. The other two hands fisted on her hips. “Why did I have to hook up with a Felliar? Tell me, why oh why! My mother warned me about men like you! All sensitive ears and the like! I swear…” “It is not my fault that my people are attracted to pleasant sounds!” he protested, following when she continued down the tube and into the Ring. “Attracted? Attracted! Ha…and again I say ha!” She stopped, spun on a heel and poked him in the chest with a finger, her other three hands flailing wildly. “There is a difference between being attracted, Racer Boy, and going all googly-eyed at the mere sound of a woman’s voice. What’s this now, three, four, no wait, five times that I’ve seen that look in your eyes!” “Oh, come now. Those do not count,” he rebutted quickly. “They used enhancers!”
Posted on: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 03:18:34 +0000
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