My company for Memorial Day left this afternoon. As soon as we had the house back in order, I jumped into the car to head for the grocery store ... the fridge needed replenishing. At the first main intersection, I met a cop. His car blocked the road, and he stood, looking bored, to the side of it. He motioned me to a stop, allowed a car to pass from the other way, and then signaled for me to go.
As I turned, a large vehicle caught the corner of my eye. It was an ambulance. Checking my rear-view, I saw a mass of strobing red and blue lights clustered about a half mile down the main road. Behind me came the ambulance, no flashing lights, no hurry.
The thought came to me - someone's life has changed today. Someone woke up this morning, went about their usual business, and in a few split seconds, without warning, their life changed.
I know that feeling. I think we've all had moments like that, even if it hasn't been due to an accident. When your boyfriend breaks up with you, when you lose your job, when you find out you're expecting ... any number of things can change your life. So let's hear about it.
Prompt:
A life changing experience
(Remember, it can be completely fictional, it doesn't have to be autobiographical.)
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My response:
"When will Mommy be home?" Janie asked plaintively.
Cami sighed, scooping the tiny child into her arms. "She's just out to lunch with some friends, then she'll be back." The wind scattered the stray hairs that had fallen out of Janie's ponytail, and they flew chaotically around her pale face.
"Let's go back inside!" Danielle whined. "I want to play Monopoly!"
Cami pressed her lips together, studing the clouds. It looked as if a massive locomotive had driven back and forth, spewing tall, dark clouds into the spring sky. Janie and Danielle lived in an old neighborhood, and it was hard to see much over the towering ash trees.
Then the tornado siern split the air.
Cami swallowed hard. Janie started crying, burying her head into cami's chest, small tears dripping down onto Cami's tank top. "Alright, Danielle, we're going inside."
Cami resisted the urge to check her cell phone as she ushered Danielle into the house. She pulled the heavy door closed behind her and locked it. For an instant, she considered calling her own mom, but the responsible part of her knew she could still do that when she'd gotten the girls downstairs.
The basement stairs were narrow and steep, and now Danielle was crying, too. "I don't want to play downstairs. There's spiders down there!" Janie sobbed harder, and Cami shifted her weight to her other arm.
Cami scanned the basement, her eyes locking on the bathroom. She'd babysat often enough over here to know that the downstairs basement sat dead in the middle of the house, with no windows. She dumped Janie into the tub, then shoved Danielle in. A pile of pillows and blankets lay next to the downstairs entertainment center, so Cami grabbed as much as her arms would carry and pulled a handful of pillows into the bathroom behind her.
Then she shut and locked the bathroom door and sank down on the floor. Janie crawled out of the bathroom and latched herself to Cami's side. Danielle pouted miserably on the floor. Cami pulled out her cell phone. No bars. Only the muffled sound of the siern from above gave her any idea what to do. Stay put.
The first few minutes passed slowly, with nothing for Cami to do but listen to the cries of the two little girls. Then the roar of the wind grew louder, thundering above them so even the concrete slab beneath them vibrated and trembled. Danielle gave up her pouting and burried her face in Cami's lap.
Cami prayed.
Slowly, the roar of the wind died, and Cami could again hear the soft cries of the girls. Cami watched the time on her phone. When an hour had passed, she carefully opened the bathroom door and peered out. The basemet was still in one piece, but it looked as if a whole preschool full of kids had spent the afternoon tearing the place apart, and sunlight streamed in from above the staircase.
Cami took each of the girls by the hand and led them upwards.
Because if we never get published, never get a book deal, never have our names in print ... we're going to write anyway. And we're going to write now.
Rules
Rules:
1. Read the writing prompt, but only the prompt. I don't want your writing to be influenced by my (or anyone else's) response.
2. Sit down and spend 15-30 min writing whatever comes to mind. Poetry, prose, whatever you want, just write something. Don't make it something you labor over. Write. Enjoy.
3. Share in the comments.
4. Please keep it PG-13 and under. Don't go all 50 Shades or Chucky on me.
5. There is a time and a place for constructive criticism. This is not one of them. This is a stretching exercise. Please remember the words of Thumper, "If you can't say nothin' nice, don't say nothin' at all."
***All material on this site remains the property of the original author. Do not copy or share without permission. Thank you! **
1. Read the writing prompt, but only the prompt. I don't want your writing to be influenced by my (or anyone else's) response.
2. Sit down and spend 15-30 min writing whatever comes to mind. Poetry, prose, whatever you want, just write something. Don't make it something you labor over. Write. Enjoy.
3. Share in the comments.
4. Please keep it PG-13 and under. Don't go all 50 Shades or Chucky on me.
5. There is a time and a place for constructive criticism. This is not one of them. This is a stretching exercise. Please remember the words of Thumper, "If you can't say nothin' nice, don't say nothin' at all."
***All material on this site remains the property of the original author. Do not copy or share without permission. Thank you! **
Monday, May 27, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
It's my party
Whoops! Sorry I missed the prompt yesterday! I'd taken my kids down to visit my mom this weekend, and it seems like I haven't stopped moving since I got back. I remember a moment yesterday when I stopped and thought, "Oh, and I need to remember to write a post tonight ..."
Well, you can see how well I remembered that.
I do try not to think about prompts beforehand, because I want to, like you, participate in a spontaneous prompt. It wouldn't be very fair of me to think about next week's prompt for seven days and then tell you guys to write a response in 15 min ...
SO ... for today, because this song just happened to pop into my head, the prompt is:
"It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to."
Have fun!
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My response:
(Amber, I hope you're reading these still ... I'm writing a dragon, just for you!)
The sunlight gleamed on her saphire scales as she slipped through the pine trees. Kelsea's legs moved with a lithe ease over the pine beds, her claws delicately avoiding tree roots and pine cones, which hurt if you stepped on them.
First Dayflight.
Kelsea's muscles shivered in anticipation. After today, she wouldn't be a mere hatchling anymore, even if she was still smaller than most of the older dragons. She wouldn't have to stay in the caves, hidden in the rocky crags above the forest, while the glistening orb crossed the sky. She wouldn't have to remember to watch the stars and return to the cave before light grew strong on the horizon.
Soft rustling alerted her to the presence of the elder dragons in the clearing as she approached. Kelsea paused to see who was there before emerging from the cover of the trees. Balrog was there, great and black, by far the largest of the clan, with his hide scarred and ugly. He'd knocked Kelsea over once, with a swipe of his tail in his sleep. She'd learned quickly to keep clear of him, but as leader, he would naturally attend her First Dayflight.
Benia, a smaller, brownish dragon sat on her haunches, rubbing a shoulder against the trunk of a pine tree. As the clan matriarch, she would also join them. Two amber dragons, Liz and Lang, lay stretched on a bed of pine needles. They were mid-sized clan members who liked to play with the hatchlings. Kelsea was glad to see them there.
Just as Kelsea lifted her paw to move forward, something in the sky above caught her eye. A flash of blue, at first, then a falling raindrop which grew as it came closer to the ground. A pair of blue wings flashed out just before it hit the ground, slowing the fall. Safin landed neatly in the small clearning, and Kelsea's heart leaped in her chest. Kelsea had only seen the beautiful creature who had made her own egg once in her life, shortly after her hatching. Safin had come from the outer range of their clan's holdings to make sure her egg had hatched successfully. Satisfied that it had, she'd disappeared again. But Kelsea recognized her.
"Well, now, where is the hatchling?" she asked holding her head aloft.
"I am here." Kelsea stepped out from the shade. She lifted her wings behind her and turned her head, so Safin could see her.
Safin nodded. "So then, shall we be off?"
Led by Balrog, they took to the sky. Benia motioned to Kelsea, and Kelsea took position behind her in the formation. She watched Safin, up ahead by Balrog, and wished for just a moment to talk to her. Benia noticed how Kelsea craned her head.
"She's had three hatchlings survive to First Dayflight, you know. But none of them have lived beyond. It breaks her heart. Don't worry, now, she does care for you ... she's just afraid of caring too much."
Kelsea nodded. She knew she owed her loyalty to her clan, and not just to her egg parents, but how was she supposed to deny the desire to have her egg mother be proud of her?
"I will survive this day," Kelsea said, thrusting her wings down, and propelling her body forward.
Balrog led them high over the rock settlements where the mean creatures lived. Kelsea had only flown over them before under the cover of darkness. Maybe she should have felt exposed in the light, but she didn't. She watched as the small animals left the cover of their clever little caves and stared up at them as they passed, pointing and calling out to each other. Kelsea spread her wings, reveling in the joy of flight. Let them stare. Let them point. I am a dragon, and this land is ours!
Over the green hills, they followed flying two hours into the area where the mean ones lived. The settlements at the edges were more used to the dragon's presence. For Kelsea's First Dayflight, Balrog wanted creatures who might not know as well how to fend them off.
Finally, he descended. Kelsea immediately picked out his target. A herd of grazing beasts gathered on the side of a hill. They never ate the mean creatures. They were too small and bony. These beasts, however, were round and fat. Kelsea didn't wait to be told what to do. She dove down, her skills honed by years of hunting at night, and snatched a beast from the ground. Her wings snapped out, filling with air and forcing it downward, her body lunging up from the grass.
After two hours of flying, the hunt was over in two minutes. Kelsea saw that each of the dragons held at least one beast in their claws, both Balrog and Lang had two. The mean ones called and yelled. The boom of the killing thing echoed in the valley, but the dragons had already turned to go.
Then Safin cried out.
Her left wing clawed at the air, but she slipped closer and closer to the ground. Her right wing hung limp at her side. The killing thing had hit the bone, and black blood watered the fields below.
Kelsea dropped her beast from her claws and darted forward. She let the wake of Safin's fall guide her as she reached out with her claws. She knew the pain it would cause Safin, but Kelsea couldn't leave her behind. Tenderly, Kelsea grasped Safin's wing joints, feeling her own claws sink into her Safin's skin.
As Kelsea rose into the sky, Liz and Lang appeared underneath Safin. They knew their place in the clan, and they stood between the killing thing and Safin.
Kelsea kept her eyes ahead. Safin was twice her size, but Kelsea was a credit to the dragons who had ruled these lands for eons. She was strong, and she was swift. Balrog and Benia flew ahead, Liz and Lang flew behind. In less than two hours, they reached the safety of the mountains.
Kelsea eased Safin's broken body down to the ground beneath her, then landed gently beside her. During the long flight back, Safin had kept quiet, beating her good wing as best as she could and not complaining at all when Kelsea had to adjust her grip. Now she lifted her head and looked at Kelsea. Blood still seeped from the wound where she'd been struck by the killing thing, but it seemed to have slowed.
Safin laid her head back down. A last, labored breath wracked her body. Then she was still.
Kelsea's eyes flew open wide. She looked to the other dragons, who had landed with them in the clearning. The way Benia's wings drooped confirmed her fears. The flight back to the forest had been for naught. Though her body was there, Safin was gone.
Kelsea threw back her head and unleashed a furious cry.
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Okay, so first I appologize for this one being so long. I figured I ought to at least get to the part where she cried. Second, I realize there are all kinds of holes in this idea ... if I ever decide to flesh the story out, I'll have to address them. But for a writing prompt response, I had a lot of fun with this one. :-)
Well, you can see how well I remembered that.
I do try not to think about prompts beforehand, because I want to, like you, participate in a spontaneous prompt. It wouldn't be very fair of me to think about next week's prompt for seven days and then tell you guys to write a response in 15 min ...
SO ... for today, because this song just happened to pop into my head, the prompt is:
"It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to."
Have fun!
*********************************************************
My response:
(Amber, I hope you're reading these still ... I'm writing a dragon, just for you!)
The sunlight gleamed on her saphire scales as she slipped through the pine trees. Kelsea's legs moved with a lithe ease over the pine beds, her claws delicately avoiding tree roots and pine cones, which hurt if you stepped on them.
First Dayflight.
Kelsea's muscles shivered in anticipation. After today, she wouldn't be a mere hatchling anymore, even if she was still smaller than most of the older dragons. She wouldn't have to stay in the caves, hidden in the rocky crags above the forest, while the glistening orb crossed the sky. She wouldn't have to remember to watch the stars and return to the cave before light grew strong on the horizon.
Soft rustling alerted her to the presence of the elder dragons in the clearing as she approached. Kelsea paused to see who was there before emerging from the cover of the trees. Balrog was there, great and black, by far the largest of the clan, with his hide scarred and ugly. He'd knocked Kelsea over once, with a swipe of his tail in his sleep. She'd learned quickly to keep clear of him, but as leader, he would naturally attend her First Dayflight.
Benia, a smaller, brownish dragon sat on her haunches, rubbing a shoulder against the trunk of a pine tree. As the clan matriarch, she would also join them. Two amber dragons, Liz and Lang, lay stretched on a bed of pine needles. They were mid-sized clan members who liked to play with the hatchlings. Kelsea was glad to see them there.
Just as Kelsea lifted her paw to move forward, something in the sky above caught her eye. A flash of blue, at first, then a falling raindrop which grew as it came closer to the ground. A pair of blue wings flashed out just before it hit the ground, slowing the fall. Safin landed neatly in the small clearning, and Kelsea's heart leaped in her chest. Kelsea had only seen the beautiful creature who had made her own egg once in her life, shortly after her hatching. Safin had come from the outer range of their clan's holdings to make sure her egg had hatched successfully. Satisfied that it had, she'd disappeared again. But Kelsea recognized her.
"Well, now, where is the hatchling?" she asked holding her head aloft.
"I am here." Kelsea stepped out from the shade. She lifted her wings behind her and turned her head, so Safin could see her.
Safin nodded. "So then, shall we be off?"
Led by Balrog, they took to the sky. Benia motioned to Kelsea, and Kelsea took position behind her in the formation. She watched Safin, up ahead by Balrog, and wished for just a moment to talk to her. Benia noticed how Kelsea craned her head.
"She's had three hatchlings survive to First Dayflight, you know. But none of them have lived beyond. It breaks her heart. Don't worry, now, she does care for you ... she's just afraid of caring too much."
Kelsea nodded. She knew she owed her loyalty to her clan, and not just to her egg parents, but how was she supposed to deny the desire to have her egg mother be proud of her?
"I will survive this day," Kelsea said, thrusting her wings down, and propelling her body forward.
Balrog led them high over the rock settlements where the mean creatures lived. Kelsea had only flown over them before under the cover of darkness. Maybe she should have felt exposed in the light, but she didn't. She watched as the small animals left the cover of their clever little caves and stared up at them as they passed, pointing and calling out to each other. Kelsea spread her wings, reveling in the joy of flight. Let them stare. Let them point. I am a dragon, and this land is ours!
Over the green hills, they followed flying two hours into the area where the mean ones lived. The settlements at the edges were more used to the dragon's presence. For Kelsea's First Dayflight, Balrog wanted creatures who might not know as well how to fend them off.
Finally, he descended. Kelsea immediately picked out his target. A herd of grazing beasts gathered on the side of a hill. They never ate the mean creatures. They were too small and bony. These beasts, however, were round and fat. Kelsea didn't wait to be told what to do. She dove down, her skills honed by years of hunting at night, and snatched a beast from the ground. Her wings snapped out, filling with air and forcing it downward, her body lunging up from the grass.
After two hours of flying, the hunt was over in two minutes. Kelsea saw that each of the dragons held at least one beast in their claws, both Balrog and Lang had two. The mean ones called and yelled. The boom of the killing thing echoed in the valley, but the dragons had already turned to go.
Then Safin cried out.
Her left wing clawed at the air, but she slipped closer and closer to the ground. Her right wing hung limp at her side. The killing thing had hit the bone, and black blood watered the fields below.
Kelsea dropped her beast from her claws and darted forward. She let the wake of Safin's fall guide her as she reached out with her claws. She knew the pain it would cause Safin, but Kelsea couldn't leave her behind. Tenderly, Kelsea grasped Safin's wing joints, feeling her own claws sink into her Safin's skin.
As Kelsea rose into the sky, Liz and Lang appeared underneath Safin. They knew their place in the clan, and they stood between the killing thing and Safin.
Kelsea kept her eyes ahead. Safin was twice her size, but Kelsea was a credit to the dragons who had ruled these lands for eons. She was strong, and she was swift. Balrog and Benia flew ahead, Liz and Lang flew behind. In less than two hours, they reached the safety of the mountains.
Kelsea eased Safin's broken body down to the ground beneath her, then landed gently beside her. During the long flight back, Safin had kept quiet, beating her good wing as best as she could and not complaining at all when Kelsea had to adjust her grip. Now she lifted her head and looked at Kelsea. Blood still seeped from the wound where she'd been struck by the killing thing, but it seemed to have slowed.
Safin laid her head back down. A last, labored breath wracked her body. Then she was still.
Kelsea's eyes flew open wide. She looked to the other dragons, who had landed with them in the clearning. The way Benia's wings drooped confirmed her fears. The flight back to the forest had been for naught. Though her body was there, Safin was gone.
Kelsea threw back her head and unleashed a furious cry.
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Okay, so first I appologize for this one being so long. I figured I ought to at least get to the part where she cried. Second, I realize there are all kinds of holes in this idea ... if I ever decide to flesh the story out, I'll have to address them. But for a writing prompt response, I had a lot of fun with this one. :-)
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
A note about characters ...
So, after posting yesterday's prompt, I came across this blog post by Veronica Roth, author of Divergent. It's all about knowing a character vs. knowing about a character. She shared a quote from Marilynne Robinson, who said:
"There is a great difference in fiction and in life between knowing someone and knowing about someone. When a writer knows about his character he is writing for plot. When he knows his character he is writing to explore, to feel reality on a set of nerves somehow not quite his own."
I think that explained for me why I can understand my characters more when I got back and write a scene from earlier in their lives (earlier than when they enter my story, I mean). I can list their physical attributes, their birthplace, their jobs, etc ... but it's not until I put myself in their place and experience their reality that I start to understand who they are and how they'll behave in the context of my book.
There's no new prompt to go along with this one ... just an interesting thought.
Now go read "Divergent" and let me know what you think of it. :-)
"There is a great difference in fiction and in life between knowing someone and knowing about someone. When a writer knows about his character he is writing for plot. When he knows his character he is writing to explore, to feel reality on a set of nerves somehow not quite his own."
I think that explained for me why I can understand my characters more when I got back and write a scene from earlier in their lives (earlier than when they enter my story, I mean). I can list their physical attributes, their birthplace, their jobs, etc ... but it's not until I put myself in their place and experience their reality that I start to understand who they are and how they'll behave in the context of my book.
There's no new prompt to go along with this one ... just an interesting thought.
Now go read "Divergent" and let me know what you think of it. :-)
Monday, May 6, 2013
Character Sketch
So, I've been writing the beginning of a new novel. I love the excitement at the beginning of a project. There's a new world, new people, new ideas ... and it's just fantastic!
Then, I sometimes get stuck on how my characters are going to interact with each other. When I've been with my characters for a while, I know who they are and what they're likely to do in any situation, but the new characters ... I just don't know them! I sometimes have to stop in the middle of a scene and ask myself, "Who is this guy? Where does he fit in this? What is his MOTIVATION?!"
Hence, the character sketch. When I get to know them a little better, I can go back to my writing. Even if the character sketch never appears in the actual body of my novel, it is SO IMPORTANT to my own understanding.
This week's prompt: Choose a minor character from something you've written and do a character sketch.
Remember, there are as many different ways to do a character sketch as there are writers. At the SCBWI conference, Anne Osterlund suggested choosing the animal that the character is most like and using adjectives that describe the animal to describe the character. If that's what you want to do, great! Do you want to write a pivotal scene from their childhood? What they did when they woke up this morning? Maybe a list of their features? Whatever you do to get to know your characters better, I'd like to see it.
Cheers!
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My response:
Okay, this is fair warning, this might be rough. I'm actually sketching this guy out as I go. Right now, he's just a little vague and nebulous to me.
Maral Kenon woke from a dream so deep he couldn't remember it, even in the first moments after opening his eyes. Of course, that might have something to do with the piercing alarm and flashing red light. He rolled over, careful on the thin bunk not to roll off, and checked the clock. He'd barely had time to dream since lying down. His whole body ached. Without even turning the light on, he reached into a pouch in his pants pocket, lying on the floor near the bunk. He drew out a pill and swallowed it down dry. He shut his eyes again, grateful for the painkiller as the searing agony in his head eased. He took a deep breath, preparing himself.
The door slammed open, and his assistant, Tend Astar, stood silhouetted in the doorway. Maral could hear the terror in his voice.
"Starwal Base is gone, sir, we have to evacuate."
"Gone?!" Maral threw off his thin blanket and picked up his pants, shoving his legs into them.
"Yes, sir," Tend flipped on the light. "We had a leak. They came under attack a half hour ago. Ten thousand Fleet officers landed on their doorstep."
"Commander Brighton." Tend didn't have to tell Maral what Commander Brighton did when he looked out at ten thousand troops attacking the Rebel main base. Maral had been in the meeting when the orders had been decided. Some called Brighton extreme, but he was also insistent. They owed their allies that much, at least. "When?"
Tend sighed. "Self-distruct had already been initiated when I came to get you ... If it hasn't happened yet, Sir, it'll be soon."
Maral thrust his feet into his shoes and reached out for his shirt. His hand reached down and patted the pouch of pain pills in his pants pocket without Maral even thinking about it. "Have we contacted Ambassador Worl? We'll need to evacuate immediately. What about the tech staff? Are they wiping the memory?"
"They ought to have Ambassador Worl ready for you by time we get to the control room. We're already doing a clean sweep of the computers."
"Any sign of attack on Rightshelm?" Maral had only been commander of Rightshelm for three weeks.
"No, sir, it's all quiet outside. We're monitoring radio communications, and we've roused officer Pent to keep an eye on any telepathic messages. So far, we're in the clear."
Maral nodded. "If Ambassador Worl is ready, it should only take us an hour for a full evacuation, and we'll all be on our way to Kris."
Maral and Tend slipped out the door into the hallway, jogging down the corridor in complete sync with each other.
"I wish I hadn't lived to see this day, Sir," Tend admitted.
Maral didn't so much as glance in his direction. "We're the lucky ones, Tend. At least we have somewhere we can retreat to. Leaving Denar isn't the end. We still have a few small pockets left, and we'll return with the people of Kris. Right now we have to concentrate on honoring Commander Brighton, and every life lost to keep that information from the Empress. If we do our job right, they won't be expecting us when we come back."
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Marla Kenon is the Commander of the rebels/revolutionaries who, although they've relocated to the planet Kris, are still waging war against the Renault Empire. The rebels did succeed in deleting any reference to their alliance with the people of Kris, and as the Renault Empire hasn't discovered Kris on its own, they're unknown to the Empire. But they're getting stronger, and with Emmaleen and a few other Tremanats on their side, they're ready to take a stand and bring down Empress Vidriana Renault. (Those who have read my "Emmaleen" will know where I'm going with this.)
Then, I sometimes get stuck on how my characters are going to interact with each other. When I've been with my characters for a while, I know who they are and what they're likely to do in any situation, but the new characters ... I just don't know them! I sometimes have to stop in the middle of a scene and ask myself, "Who is this guy? Where does he fit in this? What is his MOTIVATION?!"
Hence, the character sketch. When I get to know them a little better, I can go back to my writing. Even if the character sketch never appears in the actual body of my novel, it is SO IMPORTANT to my own understanding.
This week's prompt: Choose a minor character from something you've written and do a character sketch.
Remember, there are as many different ways to do a character sketch as there are writers. At the SCBWI conference, Anne Osterlund suggested choosing the animal that the character is most like and using adjectives that describe the animal to describe the character. If that's what you want to do, great! Do you want to write a pivotal scene from their childhood? What they did when they woke up this morning? Maybe a list of their features? Whatever you do to get to know your characters better, I'd like to see it.
Cheers!
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My response:
Okay, this is fair warning, this might be rough. I'm actually sketching this guy out as I go. Right now, he's just a little vague and nebulous to me.
Maral Kenon woke from a dream so deep he couldn't remember it, even in the first moments after opening his eyes. Of course, that might have something to do with the piercing alarm and flashing red light. He rolled over, careful on the thin bunk not to roll off, and checked the clock. He'd barely had time to dream since lying down. His whole body ached. Without even turning the light on, he reached into a pouch in his pants pocket, lying on the floor near the bunk. He drew out a pill and swallowed it down dry. He shut his eyes again, grateful for the painkiller as the searing agony in his head eased. He took a deep breath, preparing himself.
The door slammed open, and his assistant, Tend Astar, stood silhouetted in the doorway. Maral could hear the terror in his voice.
"Starwal Base is gone, sir, we have to evacuate."
"Gone?!" Maral threw off his thin blanket and picked up his pants, shoving his legs into them.
"Yes, sir," Tend flipped on the light. "We had a leak. They came under attack a half hour ago. Ten thousand Fleet officers landed on their doorstep."
"Commander Brighton." Tend didn't have to tell Maral what Commander Brighton did when he looked out at ten thousand troops attacking the Rebel main base. Maral had been in the meeting when the orders had been decided. Some called Brighton extreme, but he was also insistent. They owed their allies that much, at least. "When?"
Tend sighed. "Self-distruct had already been initiated when I came to get you ... If it hasn't happened yet, Sir, it'll be soon."
Maral thrust his feet into his shoes and reached out for his shirt. His hand reached down and patted the pouch of pain pills in his pants pocket without Maral even thinking about it. "Have we contacted Ambassador Worl? We'll need to evacuate immediately. What about the tech staff? Are they wiping the memory?"
"They ought to have Ambassador Worl ready for you by time we get to the control room. We're already doing a clean sweep of the computers."
"Any sign of attack on Rightshelm?" Maral had only been commander of Rightshelm for three weeks.
"No, sir, it's all quiet outside. We're monitoring radio communications, and we've roused officer Pent to keep an eye on any telepathic messages. So far, we're in the clear."
Maral nodded. "If Ambassador Worl is ready, it should only take us an hour for a full evacuation, and we'll all be on our way to Kris."
Maral and Tend slipped out the door into the hallway, jogging down the corridor in complete sync with each other.
"I wish I hadn't lived to see this day, Sir," Tend admitted.
Maral didn't so much as glance in his direction. "We're the lucky ones, Tend. At least we have somewhere we can retreat to. Leaving Denar isn't the end. We still have a few small pockets left, and we'll return with the people of Kris. Right now we have to concentrate on honoring Commander Brighton, and every life lost to keep that information from the Empress. If we do our job right, they won't be expecting us when we come back."
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Marla Kenon is the Commander of the rebels/revolutionaries who, although they've relocated to the planet Kris, are still waging war against the Renault Empire. The rebels did succeed in deleting any reference to their alliance with the people of Kris, and as the Renault Empire hasn't discovered Kris on its own, they're unknown to the Empire. But they're getting stronger, and with Emmaleen and a few other Tremanats on their side, they're ready to take a stand and bring down Empress Vidriana Renault. (Those who have read my "Emmaleen" will know where I'm going with this.)
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