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I meant to post this earlier, making it part of an almost regular Monday publication. Alas, the world is not always what it should be.
Still, you get one chapter from my current NaNoWriMo effort, and a picture to boot. Hopefully, it will still count toward Monday.
Before I continue, here’s a photo for them who be needing a fix.
Question . . . how would you like being that fly?
Once more, I present my tracking spreadsheet below. I’m not too far off the schedule, despite six full days without any addition to the word count.
The current pattern is to write in the evening, usually between ten and midnight, so I will do some writing right after I post this. Maybe. I’m already late, and I may just blow it off.
Here is the update on my novel.
26,643 words as of Midnight, November 17, 2013
For the spreadsheet challenged, the blue line represents the schedule to achieve 50,000 words required to complete the novel during November (it’s a minimum; one is allowed to go over), and the red line represents my progress, where I was before I went to bed last night. Both of those should be read with the axis on the left.
The green plot is my daily word count, and it should be read with the axis on the right.
As can be seen, as of yesterday, I was 1,696 words behind the straight-line schedule, with a current total word count of 26,643. I still don’t know the overall story, throwing things in on the fly, but, surprisingly, I kind of like it. Maybe not all that surprising; I tend to like what I write.
They say one has to like his own writing before even thinking of trying to publish anything. If ‘they’ are right, I’m about 20 years behind schedule.
Mind you, it’s probably crap, and I’m being generous adding the “probably” in the statement.
Here is a chapter called “Offense is the best defense”. I’ve still not named the novel.
The chapter is my attempt of describing a space battle (of sorts). It suffers from using terminology I introduced in prior chapters, but I think the idea comes across.
As a reminder, this is as written, no edits. If you see an error, try to figure out what it should be, and assume it will be so in the finished version.
Copyright 2013, E. J. D’Alise
Lorea was furious, and tried to take control of the ship as Doryn and Selien struggled to get Brado into the medical unit.
“Emergency evacuation override password required.” The ship automated voice interface was not going to comply without the authorization code.
Frustrated, Lorea took a moment to control her emotion before asking the next question.
“How long before manual control is restored?”
“Unknown. We are currently pursued by at least one ship.”
“Are we losing them?” Lorea went to the sensors panel as she asked the question. Sensors were not part of the emergency lock-down, and she could see the clear signature of a ship, and it was gaining, despite Riso’s ship being equipped with the latest in Soldion technology.
Lorea knew the ship was following protocol in the absence of Riso, and also knew she could not hope to match the ships automated maneuvers. Her main interest in gaining control was to go back to Riso, but that now seemed out of the question. She hoped her little brother knew what he was doing.
She turned away from the panel, and helped Doryn and Selien settle Brado into the medical unit. Neither of them were familiar with the unit, but she was. As she cut away the temporary bandages, she addressed Selien.
“Interesting voice module. Did you know Riso used your voice in the ship?”
“No. I have never seen this ship before today.” Selien adjusted her sling before continuing. “It’s a bit disconcerting, especially since I only met him three days ago.”
“I would say you made an impression on my brother.”
Lorea closed the medical unit, and noticed Doryn’s concerned expression as she looked though the view port at the multitude of tendrils and robotic arms swarming over Brado.
“It’s doing what its designed to do. He’s receiving the best care possible.” As she spoke, Lorea rested her hand on Doryn’s shoulder.
Doryn nodded, but did not look away from the small observation port.
Lorea returned to the sensor. The ship following them had gained substantial ground, and now there was the faint signature of another ship. That ship was even faster.
“Too bad this is a defensive ship. It would have been more fitting if it were an attack vessel, you being a General.” Lorea spoke as she watched the approaching vessels.
“Shadow.” Riso’s voice came through the communication channel. Before either Lorea or Selien recovered from the shock, the ship’s interior lighting switched to red.
“Shadow override received and validated. Please strap into the combat seats. Attack configuration will activate as soon as passengers are secured.”
Lorea’s shocked expression was replaced by a wide grin.
“Little brother, you are full of surprises!”
Lorea motioned Selien and Doryn to the side chairs next to the command console. She helped them secure the seven-point harness, and then positioned herself into the command chair.
As soon as she was strapped in, the wall in front of the console turned into a tactical screen display with multiple window. Three of the windows showed the relative positions of the three ships in orthogonal views to an arbitrary axis system. One window showed a three-dimension representation of the ships in a volume of space. The rest showed the status of weapons coming on-line.
Riso’s ship accelerated nearly perpendicular to the previous sub-orbital trajectory, taking them well above any remaining planetary atmosphere.
“Status!” Yelled the order out of frustration. She wanted to engage these ships.
“Choosing battle ground above possible damage to surface of planet.” The ship reply came as the other two ships followed.
“What is your name?” Selien asked the ship.
“My fighting designation is ‘Eternity’.”
The screen showed Eternity slowing, then stopping relative to the other two ships. They, in turn, also slowed, but kept their distance. Eternity waited.
“Are you going to attack?” Lorea wondered about the capability of this craft. None of the defensive measures were activated. None were even at the ready.
“Not unless attacked first.”
One of the screens shrank, making room for a new screen with a much larger view, and with correspondingly larger icons for the three ships. At the bottom of the new screen six more dots appeared. They were moving in their direction.
“Six additional targets. Calibrating systems for simultaneous engagements.”
“What does that mean?” Doryn directed her question at Lorea.
Before Lorea could answer that she did not know, the ship replied.
“Fast Time stream will be engaged farther along the harmonic wave. Internal time reference adjusted accordingly.”
“What does that mean?” This time it was Lorea asking the question. The ship did not respond.
The additional ships arrived, taking up positions enveloping Eternity. Lorea noted their lines of fire did not intersect; each ship had a clear shot at Eternity without worrying about hitting one of the other ships.
“Can you magnify one of the ships?” Selien felt strange speaking to her own voice-sake.
The ship did not respond, but a side wall cleared, turning into a screen. Centered on it was a ship. The strong side illumination made it almost seem white, but the red was visible where light gave way to shadow. The ship had an insignia of what looked like a bar with a snake poised over it.
“Internal Security . . . Sasson has no such ships.” Selien was at a loss to merge her understanding of the new information with the world she had left behind just a few days before. Where did all this come from? How could she had been kept in the dark of what must have been massive ship yards, material and manpower transfers, and all that went along building a space navy?
“That emblem above the ‘I’; that is a hand holding a world. It’s the symbol for Modra house.” Lora’s voice carried the anger of someone betrayed by those she deemed friends.
“One of the ships is leaving.” Doryn had kept watching the screen, fascinated by both the technology, and by the fact she was in space high above her planet.
Lorea noticed the ship leaving was the second one that had came up from the planet.
“I’d bet anything that’s Faren’s ship leaving. He knows Eternity is not following protocol,and he’s being prudent. He may not care about the others, but does not want to risk his own life.” Lorea pointed at the screen as she spoke.
“Launch detected. Fourteen targets.” As Eternity made the announcement, the interior lighting switched to amber.
“Enemy ships repositioned. Second launch detected; fourteen additional targets. Ships employing evasive maneuvers.” Eternity’s running commentary had the three women trying to follow the action on both the three dimensional view, and on the orthogonal views screens.
They watched the enemy ships moving in random patterns, but maintaining the envelope around Eternity, which had not moved from her position. The two waves of missiles were getting uncomfortably close, or so it appeared in the screen.
“Evade, evade!” Lorea yelled the command, but Eternity did not move.
They watched in silence as the dots on the screen got closer.
“Engaging Fast Time, third harmonic wave.”
No sooner had Eternity spoken that one of the screens enlarged.
One of the red ships suddenly filled the view,, and the women realized this was a live view outside the ship. They could see figures on what looked like the command bridge of the ship. The three-dimensional tactical depiction now showed Eternity’s icon superimposed over that of one of the enemy ships.
Splitting her view between the tactical and real-time display, Selien almost missed what happened next. The top of the real-time window brightened, and then a narrow light dropped the height of the screen, disappearing at the bottom. She was not sure what had just happened, but then what she surmised to be condensed air shot out from a thin line spanning the entire red ship, and two halves of the ship separated as if pushed apart.
“The internal pressurization pushed the pieces apart.” Lorea’s voice was tinged with awe. “Eternity just cut that ship in half!”
She had barely finished when the view changed again, and another red ship filled the screen. This time the light crossed sideways. Before the results could be seen, a third red ship filled the screen.
“Engaging Slow Time, fourth harmonic wave. Elapsed real time, two picoseconds, ship time twenty two seconds. Recovery time one picoseconds.”
As Eternity documented the data for later review, the scene outside had slowed to a near stop.
Doryn, Selien and Lorea watched the results of the blade of light passing through the ship. They could clearly see the crew still looking to their side, presumably where Eternity had been less than an instant before. The beam had passed right through one of the crew, and the woman did not yet register that she was dead. As they watched in horrible slow motion, puffs of condensed air appeared along the seams of the cut. Just as the ship was about to come apart, Eternity spoke again.
“Engaging Fast Time, fourth harmonic wave. Four target targets remaining. Real time remaining to attack completion, five hundred femtoseconds. Ship time six second, recovery time five femtoseconds.”
The action lasted just a shade longer than it took for the ship to document it. The remaining four ships each appeared for a half a second on the screen before being replaced by another. Following the last one, Eternity entered Slow Time, and then exited to real time, a safe distance away from the battle zone.
The now silent women watched in real time as each of the ships disintegrated. There was a sudden bright flash from where Eternity had been, followed by another bright flash a few seconds later.
“Targets detonated, ships destroyed. Shadow protocol ended. Helm control restored.”
As Eternity spoke, the interior lighting changed to normal, seeming much brighter than before as their eyes adjusted.
All three remained seated even as their harnesses automatically released. They were still trying to process what they had just seen, when all three were startled by a snap and a hiss.
They turned to see Corporal Brado exiting the medical chamber. His torn skin had been repaired, and sported the rosy color of new skin. It offered an odd contrast to his tanned regular skin.
“What did I miss?”
Selien recovered first.
“We found out how Riso cheats.”
Brought to you from an Article Here Self-Sabotage (Psychology Today)
Behavior is said to be self-sabotaging when it creates problems and interferes with long-standing goals. The most common self-sabotaging behaviors are procrastination, self-medication with drugs or alcohol, comfort eating in the face of weight concerns, and self-injury such as cutting. These acts may seem helpful in the moment, but ultimately undermine us, especially when we engage in them repeatedly.
People aren’t always aware they are sabotaging themselves, as the effects of their behavior may not show up for some time. Unfortunately, connecting a behavior to self-defeating consequences is no guarantee a person will have the power to disengage from the behavior. Still, it is possible to overcome almost any form of self-sabotage, and people do it every day. There are behavioral therapies aimed at interrupting ingrained patters of thought-action and strengthening deliberation and self-regulation. Motivational therapies reconnect people with their goals and values. There are even computer programs that help eliminate the constant temptation of online distractions.