I was unhappy about the start of a new series of books I want to do (someplace down the line!). The series name would Dark World Warriors. Each one would have a different Hero/Heroine. What I had started was sound way to YA for what I wanted so I created the opening scene below. This will be a SFR (Science Fiction Romance) with adult characters.
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A haze of acid smoke defused the glaring red of the bridge’s emergency lights as the red alert siren wailed. Captain Fl’ynn Tyr’ese looked around, trying to see who was still standing among his bridge crew. Most of them were down, on the floor or slumped over their stations. Injured or…dead.
Av’aline Elo’wen, His First Officer and second in command, stood hunched over the navigation station. Her fingers flying fanatically over the keyboard as she tried to regain control of the wounded Viper class space cruiser. Next to the Nav station’s seat, the body of the Chief Navigator lay in a spreading pool of ruby red blood. Shaking his head to clear the momentary sense of regret at the man’s death, he took stock of the rest of the bridge. A communications tech was operating the com station; a stream of blood ran down one side of his face from the wide cut over one eye.
“Kill that fucking alarm now CT!” Tyr’ese bellowed to the wounded man. Without looking at his captain, he nodded, his finger stabbing at a button in front of him. Silence fell over the bridge, broken only by the soft moans of wounded crew members and the crackle of a few small fires still burning.
Tyr’ese’s eyes scanned the destroyed bridge of his ship. He had been in command of the SC Euphoria for five years, patrolling this remote sector zone of the Lel’eiona galaxy. In that time, he and his crew had encountered only a few space pirates. Nothing his ship and her crew couldn’t handle. Until now.
Another blast from their unseen enemy impacted somewhere mid ship. The bridge shuddered and the emergency lights flickered overhead. Those still at operating stations looked up, holding their collective breath until the lights blazed a steady red again.
“Captain!” Third Engineer Os’ric Zor’ion’s panicked voice drew Tyr’ese’s attention to Engineering station. His face, bathed in flashing red light, looked pale. “A section of Engineering has been breached. The bulkhead doors have sealed it off.”
“Status!” Tyr’ese snapped out. Ship functions ran from the Engineering deck. Life support, weapons, and the ship’s engines made up some of the different sections. Each section would seal itself off when breached.
“We’re losing the FTL EmDrive, Sir!” The young Engineer’s voice rose a notch. The Euphoria was powered by a faster than light EmDrive, a large cone shaped device. By repeatedly bouncing microwaves back and forth inside the cone, it created propellant-less thruster that moved the spacecraft at extraordinary speeds. Without the EmDrive the Euphoria would be dead in space, leaving the ship and her crew easy targets for their attackers.