in this thread you can see how the story develops, take part in plot discussions and read it as the story is written in first draft
this thread contains spoilers quite often so if you would like to read from chapter one without finding out what will happen in chapter 5 and spoiling the surprise follow the links below to read it on google docks
Chapter One
https://docs.google.com/file/d/0By0EN6Ul0XHDZkVmcGxEZXp6ZWs/edit
Chapter Two
https://docs.google.com/file/d/0By0EN6Ul0XHDNjdBMEliTkY2czA/edit
the rest of this post is how it all began
Inspired by all you wonderfully talented writers around here all brimming with great advice I thought I'd have a crack at my own Elite: Dangerous story (I was going to say novel but i'm thinking that may be a bit adventurous)
as you can see I've given it the working title of Space Storm, in the best traditions of writing I have no idea of the plot, very little insight into what will happen in the story and even less into the back story of the cast but I've dived right an and pumped out about 250 words that I'd like to share for your comment and suggestions
PS try and be gentle - it's my first time
Elite: Dangerous – Space Storm
The life support system fought against the heat engulfing the ship, screaming in protest at the barrage of solar radiation bursting forth from the blue giant.
Type O was not the kind of star they had in mind when they designed the fuel scoops of the Cobra Mk III, it’s searing intensity and unpredictable nature made ‘The Moody Blues’ as they were known a class of star that not even members of the Elite would considered refuelling from; if they had a choice.
The words of his old flight instructor ran through Hari’s sweat drenched mind as he sat eyes glued to the fuel gauge ‘Fill up on a G sweet as can be, fill up on an O to hell you will go!’
‘hell is what it feels like’ he thought as the fuel gauge slowly began to rise, ‘and how in this hell did I windup with a hold full of trouble and half the Galaxy on my tail?’
It had been a day like any other in the life of a trader, moving cargo around the core systems wasn’t the glamorous life of a frontier explorer but neither was it the hard regimented existence of a GalCop. Trading gave you the freedom to roam in reasonable safety and as long as you stayed to the main trade routes you were never far from the well-armed embrace of galactic law enforcement.
this thread contains spoilers quite often so if you would like to read from chapter one without finding out what will happen in chapter 5 and spoiling the surprise follow the links below to read it on google docks
Chapter One
https://docs.google.com/file/d/0By0EN6Ul0XHDZkVmcGxEZXp6ZWs/edit
Chapter Two
https://docs.google.com/file/d/0By0EN6Ul0XHDNjdBMEliTkY2czA/edit
the rest of this post is how it all began
Inspired by all you wonderfully talented writers around here all brimming with great advice I thought I'd have a crack at my own Elite: Dangerous story (I was going to say novel but i'm thinking that may be a bit adventurous)
as you can see I've given it the working title of Space Storm, in the best traditions of writing I have no idea of the plot, very little insight into what will happen in the story and even less into the back story of the cast but I've dived right an and pumped out about 250 words that I'd like to share for your comment and suggestions
PS try and be gentle - it's my first time
Elite: Dangerous – Space Storm
The life support system fought against the heat engulfing the ship, screaming in protest at the barrage of solar radiation bursting forth from the blue giant.
Type O was not the kind of star they had in mind when they designed the fuel scoops of the Cobra Mk III, it’s searing intensity and unpredictable nature made ‘The Moody Blues’ as they were known a class of star that not even members of the Elite would considered refuelling from; if they had a choice.
The words of his old flight instructor ran through Hari’s sweat drenched mind as he sat eyes glued to the fuel gauge ‘Fill up on a G sweet as can be, fill up on an O to hell you will go!’
‘hell is what it feels like’ he thought as the fuel gauge slowly began to rise, ‘and how in this hell did I windup with a hold full of trouble and half the Galaxy on my tail?’
It had been a day like any other in the life of a trader, moving cargo around the core systems wasn’t the glamorous life of a frontier explorer but neither was it the hard regimented existence of a GalCop. Trading gave you the freedom to roam in reasonable safety and as long as you stayed to the main trade routes you were never far from the well-armed embrace of galactic law enforcement.
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