Well, I promised some writing so I better get to it. I’ve got this novel just hanging out on my computer that I really like. I’m very attached to it, more so than other stories of mine, but I’m at a bit of a dead end. I wrote it as the first in a series and this novel ends with a cliffhanger (my favourite thing to do). I finished it two years ago and never got around to writing the sequel (my second favourite thing to do), and I’ve gotten mixed reviews about this novel. Basically, the novel is complete, but the story is not, and since I have no foreseeable plans to work on it anytime before I’m old and decrepit, I just decided to post the whole thing; it’s not really a main ‘attraction’, either, like Perspective or Black Ice. It’s rather short for a typical novel – only 70,000 words – but that just means you can read it faster. If you care to read it at all. If this story is really as bad as I’ve been told it is, I might just delete it from my blog in shame and fake ignorance about ever having posted it.
The novel is called Aftermath and you can find it, in its entirety (albeit with a cliff-hanging ending and a tacky “To Be Continued…”) on the page labelled Aftermath. You can discover the wonders of this page through (get ready for my usual speech of cyber-direction) the menu above this blog’s title, the menu in the sidebar to this post’s left or by this link: http://www.allmeansomething.wordpress.com/aftermath/
Here’s a little piece from the novel which may get you interested…
The Alliance was once the trading center of the galaxy. All trading routes passed through the system, and most ran directly out of Cashen, one of two planets in the Alliance. Many decades before the war, the Alliance was only the planet Cashen. Since Cashen was the center of trade, it was a very rich planet. It also decided who got what supplies and for how much. It was this that they used to their advantage against their neighbours, the Tangians of Tangeno.
Because the Tangian government was not very rich, they were dependent on supplies from Cashen. Cashen demanded that Tangeno join with them to create the Alliance, or they wouldn’t give them any supplies for any amount of money. At first, the Alliance was working okay, until, slowly, the Cashens took it over completely and used the Tangians as slaves to do their work. Because they were in such a need of Cashen’s help, the Tangians were forced to oblige.
The Alliance was run by a council. The only Tangian on the council was the leader of the planet at that time, and the only reason he was on the council was so the Cashen’s could say that decisions came from both sides of the Alliance – even though the rulers of Cashen made all the decisions. It was then decided by the council that all goods and supplies harvested on Tangeno be given to the Alliance for distribution. Tangeno got much less than its share, and the planet suffered. Once the war started, things only got worse.
The trade routes were cut off, and with that went Cashen’s main suppliers. Slowly, all of the Alliance’s supplies, goods and money were used to keep Cashen and its inhabitants supplied throughout the war, decreasing Tangeno’s wealth and increasing the homelessness there. This was the beginning of Tangian revolts against the Alliance. Cashen merely ignored them, knowing they could do no harm.
Near the end of war, a Cashen man named Alvadac was elected as ruler of Cashen – and basically the ruler of the Alliance. He was possibly the most wicked of all of Cashen’s rulers. When the war finally ended and the Empire retreated back to their territory, a need for trade routes arose. So, with what little they had left, the Alliance began to bring back their old trade routes. Within days transports were leaving the planet, headed for the Confederation and the Empire, mostly. The only supplies that started coming in from Cashen were from the Consortium, the only organization rich enough to do so.
A month after the war and the trading routes were operational again. Not what they were before the war, but getting there. Alvadac himself said it would be only another couple months before the damage done to the Alliance was fixed – he clearly meant the damage done to Cashen, because even with their growing wealth, they refused to share with the Tangians, leaving them a poor people on a poor world. And that is when the revolts increased. There were also rumours that even certain Cashens were supporting the Tangians in their revolts.
“This behaviour must end,” Alvadac stated firmly to the rest of the council. He was an old, powerful man with a sharp nose and fearful eyes. His hair was gray and short and his mouth was sinister and oddly shaped. He wore red state robes, signifying him as the Cashen leader.
Belkari nodded. “Agreed. These revolts are getting out of hand.” Belkari was much younger than Alvadac and he had black hair and thick eyebrows. His eyes were brown, and his nose was just a little too long for his greedy face. He wore identical robes as Alvadac, except his were a navy blue.
Captain Valla, a beautiful red-haired, green-eyed military officer with a strong jaw, chiselled cheeks and dressed in a two piece, dark green military uniform, sighed in frustration. “Why do we not just give the Tangians what is rightfully theirs? They deserve to live as we here on Cashen do.”
Alvadac flashed her a sour look and he pursed his wrinkled lips. “Tangeno asked for our help many years ago. The war was great, and there is not much that we can do.”
“That is a lie,” shouted Callow Shaw, leader of the Tangians. His skin was a shade somewhere between orange and brown and his head was bald with large cranial ridges bulging from underneath. He had kind eyes and small ears, and his mouth was scowling at Alvadac. He wore the only gray robe on the council, which symbolized he had no real power. “I have stood by long enough and watched as you deprived my people of their needs for so long. Even when you are in surplus, you continue to do so.” He stood and held his stance firmly. “I refuse to allow this corruption any longer!”
Alvadac laughed malevolently. “You have no real power on this council, Governor Shaw. Perhaps a few days in the brig will teach you that!” He swatted his hand in the air. “Guards, take him away.” Two guards ran up to Callow and roughly grabbed him by the shoulders. They quickly led him out as he cried out to Alvadac of how change was coming.
“This is madness,” cried Valla fiercely. “I will not stand by and allow this to happen!” She stood up and stormed out of the room angrily.
Belkari looked at Alvadac. “We must be cautious,” he warned. “They are in support of the revolt, and could stir up quite a storm if we’re not careful.”
Alvadac glared furiously. “If they try anything, I will have them and their followers executed.”
“That would make them martyrs and increase the revolts’ determination,” Belkari argued, “and it would press more Cashens to take their side, and then we’d be faced with an insurrection we might not be able to stop. We must tread carefully.”
“Tread however you want, Belkari,” Alvadac spat harshly, “but when the time comes, I intend to hit these dissenters with full force.”
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Other than that, I don’t have much else to say. I think I’m all blogged out for the evening. Thanks for reading.
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