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Hi PMC! On my profile it says I have been writing a sic-fi story. Here is the three-ish pages:
Prologue
The street was bustling with energy. Hawking vendors, negotiating customers, and the energy of twenty thousand people in the Grand Avenue Market. Most of the people were just customers buying groceries, but there were a few people who hired young people for dangerous jobs in the great void of space.
Chapter One
Ian Rowe was wearing jeans, NuGlass HUD glasses and a long-sleeve shirt rolled up to his elbows. He had messy hair. He was twenty seven years old and had served as a cadet during the Murcov Conflicts thirteen years ago. He had killed a man. He strolled into Vinceo s Diner. He ordered his favorite, a calzone stuffed with venison and sausage. A few men walked up to him.
o Hey. You need a job?o asked one of them.
o No. Io m a waiter uptown,o said Rowe.
o How good is the pay?o
o 26,000 credits a year.o
o You want to make quadruple that?o
o Yeah.o
o Come along.o
Rowe complied. He went into a small meeting room. He could tell that these men were a rare breed of man. Space Salvage Operators. Guys who traveled the quadrant looking for scrap and assorted junk flying around, who would then sell it off for profit. Ian knew these guys made serious money. The richest guy in the empire, aside from the Emperor, was a man who decided to make some money by setting up the Salvage Bank.
o Sign this,o said one.Rowe scanned the document for any legal qualms and signed his name: Ethan Rowe. The first one introduced himself as Ruhav Stronaev, an ex-soldier who had mechanical experience and was the teamo s technical advisor. The second was Yeltin Chase, a doctor and explored the Outer Planetary Districts, the fringes of the Empire. The last one was a SP-56 humanoid droid who called himself John. John handed him a Lumotronic ST45 concentration pistol. This gun could rip through ten inches of steel on low setting. They nonverbally insisted to follow them. In now time at all they were at a docking bay with a small shuttle.
o So, this is your ship?o asked Ethan
o No. This takes us up to the ship.o said Yeltin.
o How big is the ship?o asked Rowe.
o Feet or miles?o rebutted John.
o That big?!o said Ethan.
o Correct,o said John. At that moment, they pulled up near the ship. It was about 1 1/2 miles long and about 700 feet tall. It was shaped vaguely like an octagonal prism with two folding wings protruding from the sides. The wings spanned the length of the ship and were mostly grey but with red highlights. On one wing it read: THE CARDIFF . Twin bay doors slid open to let the shuttle in.
They exited the shuttle and walked to the door. Ruhav swiped a card and the steel door went to one side. They ran down the brightly lit hallway until they reached the cockpit. Ruhav began flipping switches. Yeltin was punching in coordinates. John began turning on the magnetic traction field.
o Whato s going on?o asked Ethan.
o We are coming up on a wreck. New. More cash.o said Ruhav.
o What should I be doing?o asked Rowe.
o Just hold tight.o said Yeltin
o Okay.o said Ethan.
o Here we are,o said John
Chapter Two
The wreck was about a week old and it looked as if people wanted to steal from it. It was a commercial liner, a resort with engines for the wealthy. It was called the Thysos and was about three hundred feet long and had a width of one hundred twenty-five feet.
o How do we get it?o asked Ethan, eager for his first paycheck.
o First we have to secure it, then we suck it up and sell it for scrap,o said Yeltin.
o When do we secure it?o
o Now.o John and Yeltin bolted out the door and ran down a flight of stairs.
o You might want to go now,o said Ruhav. Ethan ran down the stairs where John was waiting for him. They went to the armory. Yeltin had his space suit on, and in no time at all, Ethan had his on too. They unlocked the airlock and put on CVPDs (Complete Vacuum Propulsion Device). They promptly flew out the airlock and towards the crash.
They soon arrived on the wrecked ship and used a saw-like device to cut a large hole in it. They entered slowly. Something was up. Ethan could feel it. It was the same exact feeling he had when he was deployed for support on Edlagash 1 and was subsequently injured by a mine.
o Yeltin. We should not be doing this,o said Ethan.
o Why not?o asked Yeltin.
o Somethingo s up,o
Thank You for reading! Comment for improvement!
Prologue
The street was bustling with energy. Hawking vendors, negotiating customers, and the energy of twenty thousand people in the Grand Avenue Market. Most of the people were just customers buying groceries, but there were a few people who hired young people for dangerous jobs in the great void of space.
Chapter One
Ian Rowe was wearing jeans, NuGlass HUD glasses and a long-sleeve shirt rolled up to his elbows. He had messy hair. He was twenty seven years old and had served as a cadet during the Murcov Conflicts thirteen years ago. He had killed a man. He strolled into Vinceo s Diner. He ordered his favorite, a calzone stuffed with venison and sausage. A few men walked up to him.
o Hey. You need a job?o asked one of them.
o No. Io m a waiter uptown,o said Rowe.
o How good is the pay?o
o 26,000 credits a year.o
o You want to make quadruple that?o
o Yeah.o
o Come along.o
Rowe complied. He went into a small meeting room. He could tell that these men were a rare breed of man. Space Salvage Operators. Guys who traveled the quadrant looking for scrap and assorted junk flying around, who would then sell it off for profit. Ian knew these guys made serious money. The richest guy in the empire, aside from the Emperor, was a man who decided to make some money by setting up the Salvage Bank.
o Sign this,o said one.Rowe scanned the document for any legal qualms and signed his name: Ethan Rowe. The first one introduced himself as Ruhav Stronaev, an ex-soldier who had mechanical experience and was the teamo s technical advisor. The second was Yeltin Chase, a doctor and explored the Outer Planetary Districts, the fringes of the Empire. The last one was a SP-56 humanoid droid who called himself John. John handed him a Lumotronic ST45 concentration pistol. This gun could rip through ten inches of steel on low setting. They nonverbally insisted to follow them. In now time at all they were at a docking bay with a small shuttle.
o So, this is your ship?o asked Ethan
o No. This takes us up to the ship.o said Yeltin.
o How big is the ship?o asked Rowe.
o Feet or miles?o rebutted John.
o That big?!o said Ethan.
o Correct,o said John. At that moment, they pulled up near the ship. It was about 1 1/2 miles long and about 700 feet tall. It was shaped vaguely like an octagonal prism with two folding wings protruding from the sides. The wings spanned the length of the ship and were mostly grey but with red highlights. On one wing it read: THE CARDIFF . Twin bay doors slid open to let the shuttle in.
They exited the shuttle and walked to the door. Ruhav swiped a card and the steel door went to one side. They ran down the brightly lit hallway until they reached the cockpit. Ruhav began flipping switches. Yeltin was punching in coordinates. John began turning on the magnetic traction field.
o Whato s going on?o asked Ethan.
o We are coming up on a wreck. New. More cash.o said Ruhav.
o What should I be doing?o asked Rowe.
o Just hold tight.o said Yeltin
o Okay.o said Ethan.
o Here we are,o said John
Chapter Two
The wreck was about a week old and it looked as if people wanted to steal from it. It was a commercial liner, a resort with engines for the wealthy. It was called the Thysos and was about three hundred feet long and had a width of one hundred twenty-five feet.
o How do we get it?o asked Ethan, eager for his first paycheck.
o First we have to secure it, then we suck it up and sell it for scrap,o said Yeltin.
o When do we secure it?o
o Now.o John and Yeltin bolted out the door and ran down a flight of stairs.
o You might want to go now,o said Ruhav. Ethan ran down the stairs where John was waiting for him. They went to the armory. Yeltin had his space suit on, and in no time at all, Ethan had his on too. They unlocked the airlock and put on CVPDs (Complete Vacuum Propulsion Device). They promptly flew out the airlock and towards the crash.
They soon arrived on the wrecked ship and used a saw-like device to cut a large hole in it. They entered slowly. Something was up. Ethan could feel it. It was the same exact feeling he had when he was deployed for support on Edlagash 1 and was subsequently injured by a mine.
o Yeltin. We should not be doing this,o said Ethan.
o Why not?o asked Yeltin.
o Somethingo s up,o
Thank You for reading! Comment for improvement!
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Definitely keep it up.