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Continuing with another scene from Wrath of Empire, a prequel to my first novel, Ghosts of Innocence. We hop ahead in the story to meet another key player ...
In the weightlessness of the vast weapon bay, Commander Gregor Pavlenko hung from a guide stanchion and swiveled in a slow three-sixty. The skin on his forehead crinkled in the dry heat, and his eyes pricked. Where he gripped the stanchion, the skin on his palms reddened. He should have worn goggles and gloves for this environment, but he wouldn’t be here long enough to suffer more than discomfort.
He was surrounded by sounds of machinery, voices, the clash of metal on metal, but it all seemed to come from a distance, as if heard through a long pipe. Beneath his feet, the barrel of Wrath of Empire's plasma cannon stretched into the distance, obscured by a bewildering multi-colored maze of machinery. Two thousand feet long, this cannon was the signature weapon of imperial Sword-class battleships. This one weapon was bulkier than the whole of most warships, and could level a city with a single blast.
Happy New Year, everyone. Here’s hoping 2022 brings some relief from the turmoil of 20 and 21!