Taking full advantage of being back to 100% I have made a lot of progress on the novel this last week. I have chapters 1 to 6 pretty much done, with 40’000 words now written. Chapters 7 to 12 have a lot of major scenes already completed, I just need to fill things out and that’s it. I hope to have the whole novel completed on schedule at the end of May, in which case I shall at last be sending off to various proof readers!
That’s the plan anyway.
Meanwhile, I’ve been doing other writing projects as well just to keep me occupied. I had 3 little ideas during the week which I have taken note of and hope to be developing further once I sit down properly and figure them out. 2 novel ideas and a short story. Right now, the short story is more likely to get developed given time available. Novel ideas are nice but time is very restricted!
I also did a little fiction for the Paradiso infinity campaign which has got back on track at our local gaming centre, which I present to you all below.
So only a small blog update but hope you guys enjoy the little story below and progress has definitely been good!
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“Sergev! You look like hell!”
Dimitri Trencov walked from behind the folding table and embraced his old comrade in a bear hug. Sergev Vortravic hugged his old fighting companion back, glad to see a familiar face.
The two Ariadna veterans were in Dimitri’s work tent, an old and battered affair that had seen its fare share of war, off-planet and on. The Veteran Kazak had earned the nickname of ‘old bear’ referring to his huge stature and veteran status amongst the line Kazak’s. In comparison to Sergev’s shorter but no less muscular form, he was indeed a bear; a bear meeting a wolf.
For Sergev was a Stavka operative, nick named ‘wolfcub’ for his youthful appearance yet ruthless efficiency. The wolf, the hunter, let lose on the planet Paradiso.
“Dimitri” he said as they broke off. “It has been too long Old Bear.”
“Ha! Old Bear is right, and getting older!”
Dimitri was in his fifties now, a true veteran, with a well groomed greying moustache and bright blue eyes. He indicated a folding chair and crossed the tent space to a metal cabinet.
“How long’s it been?” Dimitri asked as he opened the cabinet and retrieved the expected clear bottle of quality Kazak vodka and 2 small shoot glasses. Sergev took the offered seat.
“3 years” replied Sergev. “3 long years with too much time behind a desk.”
“That’s what you get for joining Stavko! I warned you!”
“That you did. What was it you said? ‘Too much paperwork and not enough action?’”
“Certainly sounds like me!” replied the Old Bear boisterously as he set the two glasses on the folding table and poured the two of them drinks.
“To fallen comrades and dead foes!” intoned Dimitri, raising his glass. Sergev copied the gesture.
“May the fallen be remembered and our enemies stay dead!” replied Sergev in the time honoured manner.
They both downed their glasses
Sergev did his best not to cough but Dimitri smirked regardless.
“They must be serving you the watered down stuff da?”
“Very funny you old ruffian.”
Dimitri refilled the glasses regardless, his grin widening.
“Well I take it your not just here to talk just of old times?”
Sergev nodded, taking the now refilled glass as his expression turned serious. “Regrettably yes my old friend. I’ve a prisoner with me, an engineer from the Haqqislam. He has information and we need that information fast.”
“So you come to the Old Bear because you know the Old Bear can get that information fast.”
Dimitri nodded “What do you need to know?”
“Specifically, coordinates of an alien artefact and what, if any, research they have conducted on it.”
“You think this engineer will know?”
“We hope so.”
They downed glasses again. Sergev had to wipe a few tears from his eyes.
“It’s good stuff. Brewed it myself!” declared Dimitri in triumph.
“That explains a lot.”
The Old Bear laughed, having downed his own glass to little effect. He refilled both drinks again.
“I take it when you say Alien you mean the Combined army?”
Sergev shook his head. “Not this time Old Bear. This…this is something new.”
The Old Bear frowned. “Now you have me intrigued old friend.”
Sergev, having recomposed himself, raised his glass. “That was my intent.”
He downed the powerful tasting concoction, again doing his best not to cough as the liquid burned its way down his throat. He was aware that his vision was blurred slightly but felt sure he could survive at least a few more glasses. It was a tradition of the Old Bears; the drinking of a lot of vodka during briefing’s. He respected you more, the more you drank.
The Old Bear downed his glass likewise, before nodding sagely.
“Alright Sergev, I’ll try.”
“Please. We are up against it. The Pan Oceania, Nomads and the Japanese have all captured similar individuals. Not to mention other forces we have not identified yet. The race is on to see who will get to the device first.”
“I will do my best. Let’s just hope this engineer you have acquired can help us.”
He had by now refilled the glasses yet again. Sergev was thanking a variety of Gods that they hadn’t been talking too long else he strongly suspected he would be on the floor in only a few more servings; the old man was right, he’d not kept the practice up during his time with Stavko, a failing he was now paying for.
“I will do as you ask.” The Old Bear raised his glass. Sergev, recognising the gesture, did likewise. The glasses touched and both men drank deeply.
Business concluded, Sergev got carefully to his feat, head swimming.
“Gods Dimitri, what was in that?”
“What else but damn good Vodka!”
“Next time.” Sergev suppressed a cough. “I’m bringing my own bottle.”
The Old Bears laughter followed him as he made his way out of the tent on unsteady legs. He reserved to himself to find a cot to collapse in, at least for a while.