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31 January 2017 @ 06:56 am
Traveling  
Tomorrow, so on top of my usual "What do I post now?" I'll be on airport wifi until sometimes in the evening.

So today you get a story idea. Opening scene, and a critical scene that ends the first part. This is all the Muse sent me, so I don't even have a story problem to center on. What's on the far side of the wormhole? Aliens? Humans that got there first? I dunno.

My Daughter

Pam Uphoff

Chapter One

Interstellar diplomatic mission to ??? Diplomat, young aide, secretary and bodyguard/chauffeur/pilot.

David Crowley (Ambassador, former Army Colonel, served with Genies)

Mitzi Crowley (Ambassador's ditzy trophy wife, jealous of secretary)

Pierre Burton (wet behind the ears aid)

Tosca Riddle (very young secretary)

Mike Rocklin (body guard/chauffeur/pilot)

Quinton Haight (escaped genie, shoot on sight)

Usual banter between aide, BG and young pretty secretary.

The coffee shop was old and musty. The scent of fresh brewed coffee warred with old books and fought it to a stand still.

"Wow! Actual paper books."

Pierre Burton couldn't but grin at the girl's wide-eye reaction to well worn pulp adventures. And porn too, no doubt, but these next to the tables were tamer. "They use them out here, where even a trickle of power can affect the mag net results."

"Oh, of course." She blushed and looked down.

What was Crowley thinking? Tosca is way too young for this sort of mission. Just begging for all sorts of negative attention from every man out here on the frontier. And shy. "So, you're from California?"

"That's where I was born, but my parents split when I was nine." The shoulders she shrugged were muscular in a feminine fashion, following the current fad of exercising. Well worth drooling over. "Mother took me with her to Georgia, so I grew up there."

Mike Rocklin grunted. "Hate the humidity. I was stationed at Canaveral Base for four years when I was a young punk."

"My dad was a Marine. Served in the war." A faint wistfulness in her tone. "I guess you're too young to have ever been in the military, Pierre?"

Pierre faked up a look of horror. "Me? Fighting?" Getting him this job was the sole advantage he'd ever found of looking ten years younger than his actual thirty-two. His squad mates had nicknamed him "Baby Face."

But Tosca was looking at Mike now. "So, how long have you been in?"

Right, ruggedly handsome, big strong bodyguard, with space rated pilot's license. Every teen age girl's dream. Not that it matters. I'm here to see what the hell the ambassador is up to, not get fresh with his secretary, who isn't much past her teen years.

"Twelve years now. I enlisted right out of school. I've been catching college classes here and there ever since." Mike diverted the chat back to her. "Sounds like you miss your Dad."

"Yeah, he told the best stories. He was a writer, but he always gave me the 'secret version.' Made it up as he went. I've tried to write them down, but it's just not the same."

"You see him often?"

She shook her head. "When they divorced, it got pretty acrimonious. Mom said he wasn't the father, got a DNA check. Not that Dad cooperated, but being a former marine, his DNA was on file. Mom got a court order, and that was that. He wasn't my real father, just the man who'd tucked me into bed every night and told me stories. Played games with me." She looked away. "So, you have a good family?"

"Apart from being too large? I've got two brothers and two sisters." Mike grinned. "Mom says she wasn't going to quit having babies until she had a daughter. Then she had twins."

"Five of you? Wow, I'll bet you got the glares."

Mike laughed. "Oh yeah. 'How could you! We've finally got the world population under control, and you set this horrible example!' As if the population wasn't plummeting."

"Yeah. It's weird how everyone is brainwashed into thinking this is a good thing. I hate seeing all the empty houses, the rundown, boarded up wrecks that apartment buildings turn into." She shifted uneasily. Her eyes focused beyond Pierre's shoulder, and she stood up suddenly.

He jumped, turned to see who . . . no one between him and the bookshelves.

She reached out and pulled a book off the shelf. "I didn't realize they'd printed my dad's books. All I have is electronic versions."

Pierre craned his neck to read the title, and froze. Causis Belli by Joel Riddle. Oh. Dear. God. That's why the ambassador brought this particular young secretary along.

Thirteen years ago he'd been an ignorant little shavetail, six months of duty when the shit hit the fan in a quiet restrained don't-let-the-press-find-out sort of hidden panic. A child's DNA proved that she was the daughter of one of the supposedly dead and disintegrated genetically engineered soldiers who had turned the battlefields of China into such a horror. And now they realized that one had survived. And proven himself fertile. One of them had managed to swap his identity with another man's, and had lived among the sheep he'd been designed and created to kill.

I was way too low to ever learn the details. But I heard all the whispers about how many might have survived, how many murders and rapes and disappearances might have been committed by them . . . And Quinton Haight appeared on the most wanted lists, labeled extremely dangerous. One of the very few labeled kill on sight.

That's why the ambassador brought along a young, inexperienced secretary.

The girl is bait.

Chapter whatever

"So you're going to pay for your crimes." The Ambassador held the girl close, a death grip on her hair.

"The only crime I ever committed was to exist. To dare to save my life, to escape from slavery."

"And now, to save your daughter, you are going to kill yourself."

The girl looked more angry than frightened. She said something in a whisper.

Pierre caught a faint " . . . Brisbane Hunt then Station Zero." Poor thing's comparing her plight to a story in a book? He stiffened. Where the hostage daughter was killed by her own . . . He started to move, but the Gennie fired.

Tosca gave a single sharp cry of pain. Her hair pulled out of the ambassador's horrified grasp and she crumpled to the deck. The Ambassador staggered away, hunched a bit, a red stain spreading over his left ribcage. Dangerous, that much penetration on a space installation.

Pierre dropped down beside Tosca. Her breathing was jerky, not much blood. On the outside.

Mike knelt cautiously on her other side, breathing in panicked gasps.

The girl's eyes turned to stare at the ceiling. Fixed and unmoving. Her breathing stopped.

"I don't have a daughter. DNA test proved that." The big man stalked forward.

The Ambassador scooted away, sliding along the wall, hand flat against his ribs. "No. No. That was how we caught on to your survival. The DNA test was against Joel Riddle's DNA file. But the girls was clearly not his. Not normal. Genetically engineered."

"Liar!"

The Ambassador backed further. Pierre leaped to his feet, skittered in front of the ambassador. "Stay back. You can't . . . the ambassador has . . . " He stuttered to a halt. What the hell, c'mon body guard, get your act together, I can't distract him forever!

"Diplomatic immunity? Don't make me laugh."

Mike stood up and stepped over the body. "I always thought the stories about the brutality of the Genies was exaggerated. Guess I was wrong."

No you idiot, you were supposed to jump him!

Haight snorted. "The Chinese slaughtered their own people. We were the best excuse they'd had in centuries." He switched his gaze back to Ambassador Crowley. "I always did admire the way you could find these incredibly gullible toadies." His smile widened. "And now it looks like you have hostages to fortune. I wonder which one I should shoot?"

As his gun shifted from Mike to Pierre, Mike swung up his gun.

Haight moved so fast he blurred, slapped the gun out of Mike's hand and shoved him into Pierre and Crowley.

"Pathetic. Don't you even remember what we can do, Colonel? Oh, a look of puzzlement. You never told them you were our commander, did you? Never happened to mention your crimes that we had to cover up for you. Never mentioned that the only atrocity any of us ever committed was by your orders, and you joined in the slaughter." The Genie showed strong teeth in a crocodilian smile. "I heard all about it, from the genies that were there. Before you killed them. You knew how to pick the ones that were weak enough to follow your orders. But you misjudged me. You actually thought I'd kill myself? You thought I believed you'd let the girl live? She only survived this long because you saw her usefulness."

Pierre swallowed. "Ambassador Crowley would not . . . "

Haight laughed. "You pack of stupid fools."

A flick of movement to his left, the hatch swung closed, the wheel spun and air hissed . . . Tosca was not on the floor.

"What part of 'my daughter' did you not understand?"

Mike leaped for the hatch. The wheel was jammed.

Pierre snickered, controlled what felt more like glee than hysteria. "Brisbane Hunt—she told you to shoot her. And Station Zero. She's out there lowering the air pressure now, isn't she? Because you can take it but we can't." He gave into laughter and thumped against the wall, slid down gasping. "Brilliant."

Which it wasn't, because the lights were going dim . . .

And brightening. He was urged to his feet and steered down some wobbly passage. He snapped alert, turned, was slapped back against the bulkhead and wobbled, trying to keep his feet . . .

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing to my husband! What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"Madam, I am kidnapping your husband, on the theory that no one will try to destroy my ship with him aboard. Feel free to join us, although I highly recommend you remain behind and raise the alarm."

"But, but, but . . ."

"Oh, well, you're right. The longer before the alarm goes up, the better all around."

Pierre was shoved, bounced off a hatchway and was yanked through. He gawped at Tosca, on her feet. Behind him a female voice, "Hey, hey, let go of me!" then Mitzi Crowley bumped him and they wound up in a tangled heap on . . . an airlock floor. He rolled over, his head finally starting to clear. Tosca pulled him through another hatch and down a short corridor to a room with a dozen acceleration couches, mostly unoccupied.

Tosca pointed to the seat next to Mike. "Strap in, we'll be leaving soon."

"Going where?" He sank into the seat and tried to concentrate around dizziness transforming into a massive headache.

"The new wormhole. Don't worry. We'll dump you four off in a life capsule before we go. The Ambassador is just coming along in case someone tries to stop us." Haight released Mitzi and eased the limp ambassador off his shoulder.

Tosca helped Haight get the ambassador into a seat and strapped him in. With an extra loop with a lock . . .

Mitzi fluttered into the seat beside her husband, and Tosca eased away. There was blood on her blouse, a ripped hole.

She caught him looking. "I've always known. Whenever I got a cut or scrape, I'd just watch it heal. I wasn't dead sure about getting shot, but . . . No guts, no glory."

"But what are you doing? Where are you going?" Mike looked around.

"I don't know. Finding my dad was pure serendipity." She looked around at the Genie. "Now we're in the middle of your plan, aren't we."

The Genie relaxed suddenly, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Yes. Come take a tour. Your friends will be safe here."

Mike tensed as if he were about to rush the door, the hatch, but it swung shut.

Pierre wobbled across to it and tried it. Shook his head. "We're locked in." He looked around. "Standard Conestoga, at a guess."

"A colony ship? A bit of overkill for one man."

"I suspect there's more people aboard. Haight does have a reputation out here. Asteroid miner, wheeler dealer, we believe he's been active in the wormhole hunt since the very beginning."

Mike sighed. "We? Would that be CIA? NSA?" He eyed Pierre dubiously. "Military Intel?"

"I think 'none of your business' is the appropriate response."

 
 
 
(Anonymous) on February 1st, 2017 01:09 am (UTC)
Was this a *newish* fragment, or something you filed some time ago?

Thoughts: A known colony ship type implies colonies are either in progress or already established. A wormhole might greatly enlarge the range of action, but shouldn't change the probability of successful colonization. From below, how many colonies, how established, what cultures.

"new" wormhole might imply some knowledge about their behavior, or might imply an absolutely new thing. But a practical man wouldn't try to jump through a complete unknown (as in, can the ship even survive *any* attempt to go through the hole, or will grav stress tear it apart.) So does anyone know (or even guess) where the wormhole leads or what is likely on the other side?

Small party going forward implies someone else is either already there or should be coming later. Way too small a group to be healthy foundation genetics, unless the genies are genetically dominant and error-free (seems unlikely). So it's most likely that the genie thinks the wormhole will lead to someplace where he can blend into the population, or maybe where the population will defend him.

But that implies an existing colony, or at least a suspected alien culture where the genie and family can live. If a Colony, how already established and how fast can "Earth" get there without the wormhole.

And, while it seems a North American society is the focus of the people shown so far, what's the current status of other parts of the planet and did any of them make up or sponsor colonies?


If you definitely want to involve aliens, then a combination seems most likely, ie a colony or at least exploration team, where both human and alien are already present on the other side of the wormhole.

Or, maybe you want to do LOTS of interpolation to allow details for the support required to allow a small group of colonist a chance to successfully survive a colonization effort.

Or if this is open-ended, maybe backtrack and spend more words on the search for a daughter, or such.

Happy travels, even though the need for travels will probably be vexing for a while.
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matapampamuphoff on February 2nd, 2017 09:24 am (UTC)
The two scenes are not back-to-back, so there's plenty of time to establish that there are several established colonies through several wormholes.

I'm not sure if I'll have the wormholes as permanent or transient phenomenon, but I appear to have a wildcat industry of looking for them, so I'm going to guess that they they are transient (lasting on the order of a decade or two) and common enough to find one every few years and make the finder filthy rich.

And also starting a rush of asteroid miners, colonists, fugitives, undesirables, refugees stranded in space when their nations disappeared back on Earth, and, in case of habitable planets, government and scientific parties, and in case of high tech aliens, diplomats.

Quinton Haight is leading a "colony company" of people desperate enough to see a jump into the unknown as very much preferable to staying where they are. From the Ambassador's presence, we infer that Quinton had been identified, and that he already knew that and was ready to leave at the first opportunity.

Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on February 2nd, 2017 01:20 am (UTC)
06 July 2016 @ 11:05 am
Bits and Pieces  

I vote for shape-shifting lizards.