Sally Ann Melia
Sally Ann Melia, SF&F
Apologies for typo.
Another Extract 1500 words.
Dear all,
Following feedback from beta-readers and from this group I have had a fairly substantial rethink on this novel, particularly the beginning.
So here's goes nothing... This is page 1 again.
Chapter 1. Introducing Karl Valvanchi
Cover Letter from Karl Valvanchi to his brother Simonelle. 1st document in Valvanchi submissions to the United Races commission investigating the events following the unprecedented biological disaster on Freyne 2 the second planet of the Imperial Empire of Freyne.
My dear Simonelle,
Thank you for agreeing to help and speak on my behalf at the United Races (UR) tribunal. I have pulled together everything I have on the weekend in question. There are reports, some messages, video footage from my helmet and my diary. I’m not sure I should be sending you my diary, since you know I am terrible at writing. Yet despite this I often find it use at the end of the day sitting down to try and capture my thoughts. Sometimes I ramble on a bit, but I include all the entries I made on the days in question. Anyway I don’t know whether it will help.
Just no grammar corrections right? This is my diary.
Anyhow I have sent you a numbered list to help you work through all this stuff. I think it makes more sense if you follow the order I have given you. But who am I to say? In any case I want to tell you the whole story and starting from the beginning. And of course, for me the beginning is on Sas Darona.
Thank you once again, I don’t deserve to have a brother like you.
Let’s talk soon.
Karl
Diary of Karl Valvanchi
Commander of Security
Sas Darona Research Post.
Dear Diary,
Today was a terrible day. The pain of it is as raw as the day I ripped triceps in training and yet there is wonder too. I have seen something so terrible yet so fascinating. Our scientists will surely download the images from my helmet camera a million times. Yes, a million times! I am quite sure. And the public … but this must never go public, the horror of what we have done here. What we have achieved by combining the sciences of cybernetics and entomology will be deemed the most terrible weapon since we harnessed fusion power. But I get ahead of myself. I need to write this down as it happened and start at the beginning, because the start is very important.
Today was a normal day and as I write this I wonder how many other times in history a man or woman has started a diary entry, today was a normal day only to continue to write up a terrible tale of horror and death like the one I have to tell. But stop… I am writing the end before the beginning again. I must write the start. I will check my call history so I can be precise.
It was 8.32 when the call came in, and I have the audio transcript so I will cut and paste as I go along. I will use a different colour font, so you know this is the tape talking not me:
“Mezzatorra to Control, we are under attack, strong attack, please assist.”
I have to stop now and give you a few words of explanation since I suspect many people who don’t know me, might read this account as they try to understand today’s events. So ‘Control’, that’s us. A small exploration base on Sas Darona. Sas Darona is a standard habitable planet on the far edge of the zone of United Races influence and almost every approach involves passing through the territory now claimed by the newly emerged Freyne Empire.
Oh, you can reach Sas Darona without entering Freyne Space. There is a long circuitous route protected by United Races. Our supply transports take this longer route, and so avoid the paperwork and nosy scrutiny of the Freyne. But this also makes them suspicious. So we, that is my fellow officers and senior scientists have long decided to comply with the Freyne demands for transit certification and the necessary unnecessary paperwork with a view to cultivating trust and hopefully friendship with this aggressive young Empire.
Indeed these past years, first King Serge – his death was so tragic, dead with his son in his arms! –and the sad Regent Sayginn have been friendlier to us than any of the other Barons. And transit through the Freyne Empire passing within range of the six planets once King Serge’s now controlled by Regent Sayginn is short, straight and very fast. So all’s good. Well as good as things can be when it comes to the Freyne.
Did you notice I wrote controlled? I add the emphasis to underline the difference between ourselves and the Freyne. The Freyne as I say are a primitive people. Not that they don’t have very respectable space technology. No, their politics and philosophy is primitive. They cling to notions of ownership and privilege. They have put in place some notional democracy. Almost exclusively on Freyne 2, thanks to King Serge, alas that he is dead. But they are far from living the life of curators and equals which is the way we Zaracans have lived for thousands of years. Each Zaracan works as suits their talents and inclinations. Wealth is shared. We delight in the overall prosperity of our union’s success as well applauding an individual’s success.
But I am long way removed from the story I must tell. So to reiterate, Control is a small base on Sas Darona.
Attack and strong attack are command words. They mean over twenty-five men have invaded a base. Strong means over twenty-five men, without the word strong, there could be as few as five attackers. If less than five it is not an attack, just an incursion. Maybe I should refer you to our military vocab look up. Yes. Maybe I should. Sorry, I can’t find the details. The important point for our story was that Mezzatorra was under attack.
And Mezzatorra is? Mezzatorra is an outlying outpost about 200km from Control.
Just to mention, that at the time of writing, we have only mapped at ground level less than five percent of Sas Darona’s surface. And since last year we only have three satellites. The Freyne having successfully banned the import of this technology using the UR (United Races) laws of privacy.
There again the Freyne are wrong headed. It is not like the Freyne do not have surveillance on their planets. On the contrary almost ninety percent of life in their cities is recorded on cameras. And their Imperial and Baronial families live their lives under the constant scrutiny of an invasive press. No the argument the Freyne used to “protect their privacy” was that our spy satellite are deemed intelligent in that they analyse not just record what they see. Something the Freyne still cannot do.
(In fact WE ALL KNOW why the Freyne wanted to ban more satellites around Sas Darona, but I can’t write about that without causing a diplomatic incident, so I won’t. The truth will out when Chart Segat is brought to trial and then we will all know.)
Enough! I must get back to the story I wanted to tell.
So Mezzatorra was under attack, but while that sounds bad, it really wasn’t. That too was almost normal.
For you to understand I need to tell you more about Sas Darona. Did I mention it was uninhabited? Well it is true that when we Valvanchi on behalf of the Zaracan Democratic Union applied for a license to explore Sas Darona we had thought the planet was uninhabited. Then – as in all the best stories of exploration – on arrival - we had discovered sparse and hidden tribal peoples living as roaming hunter-gatherers travelling great stretches of the Savannah and the dark forests in long annual migrations.
At first we did not understand the need for such long treks, as far as we could tell food and water and everything they needed for their survival was plentiful. Many dubbed the planet a paradise, it was only in our third season that we discovered the deadly Sas Darona plague.
Another Extract 1500 words.
Dear all,
Following feedback from beta-readers and from this group I have had a fairly substantial rethink on this novel, particularly the beginning.
So here's goes nothing... This is page 1 again.
Chapter 1. Introducing Karl Valvanchi
Cover Letter from Karl Valvanchi to his brother Simonelle. 1st document in Valvanchi submissions to the United Races commission investigating the events following the unprecedented biological disaster on Freyne 2 the second planet of the Imperial Empire of Freyne.
My dear Simonelle,
Thank you for agreeing to help and speak on my behalf at the United Races (UR) tribunal. I have pulled together everything I have on the weekend in question. There are reports, some messages, video footage from my helmet and my diary. I’m not sure I should be sending you my diary, since you know I am terrible at writing. Yet despite this I often find it use at the end of the day sitting down to try and capture my thoughts. Sometimes I ramble on a bit, but I include all the entries I made on the days in question. Anyway I don’t know whether it will help.
Just no grammar corrections right? This is my diary.
Anyhow I have sent you a numbered list to help you work through all this stuff. I think it makes more sense if you follow the order I have given you. But who am I to say? In any case I want to tell you the whole story and starting from the beginning. And of course, for me the beginning is on Sas Darona.
Thank you once again, I don’t deserve to have a brother like you.
Let’s talk soon.
Karl
Diary of Karl Valvanchi
Commander of Security
Sas Darona Research Post.
Dear Diary,
Today was a terrible day. The pain of it is as raw as the day I ripped triceps in training and yet there is wonder too. I have seen something so terrible yet so fascinating. Our scientists will surely download the images from my helmet camera a million times. Yes, a million times! I am quite sure. And the public … but this must never go public, the horror of what we have done here. What we have achieved by combining the sciences of cybernetics and entomology will be deemed the most terrible weapon since we harnessed fusion power. But I get ahead of myself. I need to write this down as it happened and start at the beginning, because the start is very important.
Today was a normal day and as I write this I wonder how many other times in history a man or woman has started a diary entry, today was a normal day only to continue to write up a terrible tale of horror and death like the one I have to tell. But stop… I am writing the end before the beginning again. I must write the start. I will check my call history so I can be precise.
It was 8.32 when the call came in, and I have the audio transcript so I will cut and paste as I go along. I will use a different colour font, so you know this is the tape talking not me:
“Mezzatorra to Control, we are under attack, strong attack, please assist.”
I have to stop now and give you a few words of explanation since I suspect many people who don’t know me, might read this account as they try to understand today’s events. So ‘Control’, that’s us. A small exploration base on Sas Darona. Sas Darona is a standard habitable planet on the far edge of the zone of United Races influence and almost every approach involves passing through the territory now claimed by the newly emerged Freyne Empire.
Oh, you can reach Sas Darona without entering Freyne Space. There is a long circuitous route protected by United Races. Our supply transports take this longer route, and so avoid the paperwork and nosy scrutiny of the Freyne. But this also makes them suspicious. So we, that is my fellow officers and senior scientists have long decided to comply with the Freyne demands for transit certification and the necessary unnecessary paperwork with a view to cultivating trust and hopefully friendship with this aggressive young Empire.
Indeed these past years, first King Serge – his death was so tragic, dead with his son in his arms! –and the sad Regent Sayginn have been friendlier to us than any of the other Barons. And transit through the Freyne Empire passing within range of the six planets once King Serge’s now controlled by Regent Sayginn is short, straight and very fast. So all’s good. Well as good as things can be when it comes to the Freyne.
Did you notice I wrote controlled? I add the emphasis to underline the difference between ourselves and the Freyne. The Freyne as I say are a primitive people. Not that they don’t have very respectable space technology. No, their politics and philosophy is primitive. They cling to notions of ownership and privilege. They have put in place some notional democracy. Almost exclusively on Freyne 2, thanks to King Serge, alas that he is dead. But they are far from living the life of curators and equals which is the way we Zaracans have lived for thousands of years. Each Zaracan works as suits their talents and inclinations. Wealth is shared. We delight in the overall prosperity of our union’s success as well applauding an individual’s success.
But I am long way removed from the story I must tell. So to reiterate, Control is a small base on Sas Darona.
Attack and strong attack are command words. They mean over twenty-five men have invaded a base. Strong means over twenty-five men, without the word strong, there could be as few as five attackers. If less than five it is not an attack, just an incursion. Maybe I should refer you to our military vocab look up. Yes. Maybe I should. Sorry, I can’t find the details. The important point for our story was that Mezzatorra was under attack.
And Mezzatorra is? Mezzatorra is an outlying outpost about 200km from Control.
Just to mention, that at the time of writing, we have only mapped at ground level less than five percent of Sas Darona’s surface. And since last year we only have three satellites. The Freyne having successfully banned the import of this technology using the UR (United Races) laws of privacy.
There again the Freyne are wrong headed. It is not like the Freyne do not have surveillance on their planets. On the contrary almost ninety percent of life in their cities is recorded on cameras. And their Imperial and Baronial families live their lives under the constant scrutiny of an invasive press. No the argument the Freyne used to “protect their privacy” was that our spy satellite are deemed intelligent in that they analyse not just record what they see. Something the Freyne still cannot do.
(In fact WE ALL KNOW why the Freyne wanted to ban more satellites around Sas Darona, but I can’t write about that without causing a diplomatic incident, so I won’t. The truth will out when Chart Segat is brought to trial and then we will all know.)
Enough! I must get back to the story I wanted to tell.
So Mezzatorra was under attack, but while that sounds bad, it really wasn’t. That too was almost normal.
For you to understand I need to tell you more about Sas Darona. Did I mention it was uninhabited? Well it is true that when we Valvanchi on behalf of the Zaracan Democratic Union applied for a license to explore Sas Darona we had thought the planet was uninhabited. Then – as in all the best stories of exploration – on arrival - we had discovered sparse and hidden tribal peoples living as roaming hunter-gatherers travelling great stretches of the Savannah and the dark forests in long annual migrations.
At first we did not understand the need for such long treks, as far as we could tell food and water and everything they needed for their survival was plentiful. Many dubbed the planet a paradise, it was only in our third season that we discovered the deadly Sas Darona plague.