Friday 7 March 2014

SFFSat 8/03/2014

This is my snippet this week for SFFSat. SFFSat is a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. Please also explore the other blogs that are part of this set - you can find the information here. 


Poisoned Ice   part 5

This is the fifth part of a science fiction short story.  The earlier segments are earlier in this blog. (Worryingly, I haven't posted anything since last SFFSat - I knew life had been hectic this last few weeks!). Anton is in trouble; his spacecraft in the rings of Saturn has been poisoned, and he can see no prospect of surviving. 


   The murderous pirate was making slow progress harvesting. Anton briefly sneered at its incompetence, knowing that he could have cropped the Svenskites far more cleanly and swiftly.
     Anton looked across the ring core and then glanced at his chronometer. Before seperating from Titan-D station, he had been talking to Kellerman. She had mentioned that she would be working in the Cassini Division between the rings: she had a contract to repair one of the navigation beacons. He had nothing to lose by trying to punch a laser signal through the core and trusting to luck that she passed through the beam. A corner of his mind briskly computed the probability, but he coldly suppressed the answer he got.
     He reset the laser, boosting the power to maximum, and set a simple, short, desperate cry for help to repeat. The beam shone briefly, already breaking up as it passed through the ice crystals in the core mist. There was ten kilometres of ice between him and the ring surface: the beam would be negligible by the time it passed through. He noted wryly that his crop of photo-synthesising Svenskites seemed to like the beam: where the laser shone, the Svenskites were turning to face it, forming a clear line in the ring as their solar grids changed orientation.
     Anton watched the line for a few moments, and began to wonder. He gingerly adjusted the direction of the beam, and swung it across the ring core. After a few moments, more Svenskites turned, their snowflake lattices shimmering in the laserlight. Anton chuckled, beginning to see a chance, and started moving the beam across the ring, the path turning those Svenskites that the beam crossed.

As always, comments welcomed. 
 

7 comments:

  1. So is he hoping that someone will notice the svenskites turning? I'm here, btw, don't know why I'm not showing up on the list.

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    1. You could be right... watch this space next week.

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  2. At least there is a shred of hope now. I'm with Sue and interested to see how the turning svenskites are going to help him. I'm sure you have something up you're sleeve. "snowflake lattices" nice detail!

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    1. Thanks - and yes, the turning svenskites do provide some hope for Anton (just as well, as I've got two and a half more stories about him after this one!).

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  3. I wonder if anyone else will notice it, too. Looking forward to more next week.

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  4. I love the wording of his ship being poisoned (in the premise). Beyond that, I'm not quite sure where even to start. The great wording carried into the snippet, which managed to have a crisp pace, but still full of visual-heavy details. I would like to know how Anton will use these Svenskites to his advantage. I'm a fan of everything that occurred in this snippet. I can tell how careful you are with your choice in words.

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