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Ok, as I’ve mentioned before Im trying my hand at creative writing. I’ve got my draft prologue out and looking semi-polished.

However…..

How dare I have the temarity to comment on authors that I worship, when my writing skills are no where near the levels they posses. This project is doing one thing to me and that is pretty deep, making me re-evaluate how I view the works of other authors. This is like 500 words. Took me most of the night, and It still SUX.

It does nothing that I want it too do. Maybe I’m having some sort of mental block or something. This is meant to be some sort of meeting between conspirators, whether good or bad is not clear, where is not clear. It introduces two of my characters, but I only seem to get one right.

Anyway, enough of shooting myself. Here it is. Feel free to comment (READ: Comments are required you bastards ) This and the first couple of chapters set up my whole story, and I really want them right.

PROLOGUE

The Vidcom’s incoming call light started blinking, accompanied by the insistant tone of a priority call. A large hand descended from the dark, clicking the acknowledgement stud and selecting voice only.

 

“General Ascron speaking”

“Sir, its Major Kiwana, I’m on my way to your quarters.”

“What’s this about Major”

“Tomorrow’s resupply schedule sir, there has been a delay with some priority parts. I have the inventory list with me sir.”

General Ascron pondered what he knew of Major Kiwana. Strong and fit, highly intelligent and quick minded. Field officer rotated in for a stint at operational work, no ties to any influential family, had worked his way up the ranks without a patron. Surely an officer such as that would know that a General should not be woken up at midnight, failing something dire. Generals did not take kindly to such officers who would violate this, ergo, it was something the Major did not want broadcast over a network, a secure one at that.

“Very well” General Ascron said, punching the call end button.

 ”Lights, dim” he said, speaking to his quarters Artificial Intelligence absently, as he reached for his uniform.

* * * 

“Enter” General Ascron said, his voice crisp with command. He watched the young major march in, data slate under one arm, stand to attention before his desk.

“Major Kiwana reporting sir!”. The majors eyes fixated at a point slight above and behind the General’s head. Despite this focus, the Ascron had the distinct impression that all the details of his quarters, the two chairs and desk, dark coffee table and bookcase  austere though they were had been taken in and evaluated.

“Good Morning Major Kiwana. This is not about priority parts is it?” He had the satisfaction of seeing the majors eyes widen a fraction at that.

 ”No sir, it’s about Project Ink.”

“Well you certainly don’t mince about. What about Project Ink”

“A match profile was found, sir”

“What! Why was I not informed of this immediantly” The General glowered at that. This should have come through proper channels.

“Its who the match profile is, sir”

“Who then?”

 ”Its best if you see for yourself sir” Major Kiwana said, handing over a secure data slate.

General Ascron’s eyes narrowed as he scanned through the data, frowning. His eyes widened slightly as he assimilated it.

“This is correct” He demanded

“Yes sir, I double checked it. Given the DNA history that came with the profile, Colonel Norton decided that this should be immediantly brought to your attention by hand sir” If Major Kiwana had any questions as to the reasons to do this, and not to send them over the Base Net, he hid them well.

“Colonel Norton is watch commander tonight, and he sent you” the General asked.

“Yes sir” stated firmly as he dropped his eyes briefly for a moment and met Ascron’s.

“Interesting” said Ascron. “Major, why don’t you have a seat. We have a lot too talk about”