As a reminder here are the rules:
1. Go to page 77 of your current MS. (Or a fave book)
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy down the next 7 lines - sentences or paragraphs - and post them as they're written.
4. Tag 7 authors.
5. Let them know.
So instead of sharing more from Spark, I thought I'd share 7 from page 7 of my new WIP The White Star, since it's not yet at 77 pages. It's my first foray into space SF so...be gentle...
A shudder rocked Koda. A Concilia science vessel. He’d spent too much time on one of those, being poked and prodded as they studied the effects of the experiments he’d undergone on Earth. “Do we have the coordinates?”
“Working on tracing the signal now,” Farooq said. The lieutenant’s eyes were narrowed at a screen that contained a variety of numbers and letters Koda couldn’t read. Unlike most Concilia military personnel, Koda had never learned to read the other species’ languages. He was too busy being used for statistics and data. The implanted chip in his brain helped him translate verbal communications, but unfortunately, it didn’t translate anything written.
“Let me know as soon as you have coordinates. We need to reach that ship before pirates hit it.”
“Aye, aye, Chief.”
Koda retreated to his quarters. Sometimes Solar Flare was too large, and sometimes, like now, it was far too small for his comfort. The crew knew he wasn’t “quite right,” though none of them knew about the experiments. Outside, he looked like a typical human. Inside, he was anything but ordinary. He hated it.
And the one person he shared his burden with had disappeared. Where was Zahrah now?