Asteroid miners Big Pete and the Swede deserve a holiday with Maggie and Dolores, but the Delta Quadrant is hardly a vacation spot. Pete has kept secret the call to his home planet, Corsair, to rescue them from disaster. He uses the excuse of Dolores’ training to become a pilot to give give her more space hours, only to send them through a natural wormhole to an uncharted destination. Meanwhile the Imperium declares war on the Federation, while a little personal business by one of the senators leads him off in the direction of the Viridian System to start a canny land grab.
Curved Space to Corsair is the second in the Viridian series, a proposed trilogy. It follows on from the events in The Perihelix, and includes references to events in that book. It’s mean, lean, and occasionally sexy.
Targeted Age Group:: Over 18s
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 4 – R Rated
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Once my characters had found the Perihelix, I wondered what they were going to do with it. The legend called for Pete (who's real name is George) to find a cavy and a dragon to wield it with him. Surely these were extinct?
The idea to get them to have a space accident and be marooned in an uncharted part of the galaxy came after I heard the word 'spaghettification' on the BBC's Sky at Night tv programme. It's a real scientific term! I wrote a short story to use it, and off we went…
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Pete and Lars were based on friends of mine from college, and I'm sure they'd be flattered if they knew. Where the girls and the other people come from I have no idea, but it's interesting how Dolores and Maggie are starting to take centre stage these days. My baddie, the politician, has so many role models from the real world it's hard to know who he takes after most!
“We’ve never been this far out of the galactic plane before. Have we?” Lars Nilsson frowned as he viewed the flight plan displayed in front of the co-pilot.
“I thought we should be away from prying eyes. It’s probably safer than anywhere else.” The co-pilot, Pete Garcia, grinned. The two asteroid miners were enjoying their downtime, but not in their lovely villa on the sun-kissed slopes next to the sea on Sunset Strip. To pass the time while restoration work was being carried out on it, they were playing with their new custom-built space cruiser. It was a far cry from the cramped quarters of their mining craft. All mod cons, a biome to grow fresh vegetables, and two spacious cabins for them to relax with some privacy with their partners.
Pete’s partner, Dolores Azulzambi, studied the console in front of her. The courses Pete was giving her to plan for her pilot training were anything but straightforward.
“I mean,” Pete continued, “there’s nothing around here for Dolores to bump into when she practices her hops.”
Lars flicked a glance at Dolores, but she was not reacting to Pete’s teasing. She ran through a routine check of her course and systems, and sat back again. “When do you want me to hop, and where to?”
“Try setting a course to go to Balkh from here that swings around the Beehive Cluster.”
“Oooh, Balkh! You mean we can go visit some of those amazing temples they’ve got?” Ancient civilisations had been Dolores’ major, before her planet had been over-run by the Imperium.
“If you pass my test, yes.” Pete grinned, with an evil twinkle in his eye. Lars moved from his seat behind him into the gangway, and opened the locker where the spacesuits were stored.
“What are you doing?” Pete asked.
“Just tidying up. Shall I ask Maggie about lunch? Carry on, Dolores.” Lars went along to the galley smuggling a silver box and two masks in front of him.
“Okay, Dolores. Have you got your route set?”
Dolores showed him the track she’d laid in, where her waypoints were, and her estimated positions for the start and end of warpshift.
“Very good. Anything you’re not sure of?”
Dolores looked over her route again. “No, I’m fine.”
She wondered whether there was something about this route Pete wasn’t telling her. The first exercises had been simple point to points; then she’d had to avoid some nova debris. Last time she’d had to navigate by waypoints. Now she was combining these things together. She went over them again, just to make sure.
“Okay, when you’re ready.”
Dolores flicked a comlink: “Prepare for warpshift in ten, nine, eight…” She flicked the comlink off again, since Lars and Pete told her they never bothered to count down out loud. They all did it in their heads instead. Dolores watched the timer hit zero, and held on to her seat, clenching her muscles to keep her stomach stable. The unsettling effect of warpshift turned her inside out, then settled again. Then the cabin lights went red and an emergency klaxon sounded.
“What?” she gasped, as the computer voice said: “Warning, hull breach imminent, warning…” and repeated its message on continuous loop.
“Raise shields!” she ordered, trying to remember the drill she’d repeated during her booklearning.
“Shields inoperative,” the computer responded, while continuing its emergency alarm.
“What? er—all hands to spacesuits!” she ordered.
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