Dick Jokes, Humorous Deaths, Lots of Luck, and Cable: A Deadpool 2 Movie Review (No Spoilers)

There’s a surprising amount of controversy over whether or not Deadpool 2 is worth seeing.  I really liked watching the first one in theaters.  Deadpool as a movie wasn’t without its flaws, but it was a whole lot of fun.  Deadpool 2 is more of the same, plus some actually fun and engaging characters.

If you’ve seen the first one, then you know what you’re getting into with this one.  It has the R rating for a reason.  If you’re not familiar with Deadpool, he’s sort of a cross between Johnny Knoxville and Wolverine.  So lots of dick jokes combined with super-human regeneration.  You might be able to see where some of this is going.

Deadpool 2 brings to the stage X-Force, Deadpool’s version of the X-Men.  They’re like the X-Men in every way, except they kill people for fun and profit.  So not really much like the X Men from the movies, I guess.

The movie has a ton of jokes, easter-eggs, and breaking the fourth wall moments.  What makes the whole thing work and stop from becoming it’s own punch line is that they have a couple of characters playing things straight.  God only knows how, at times, but they manage.  Domino and Cable in particular really stole the show.

The movie isn’t without its flaws.  At times, Ryan Reynolds goes a bit too far chasing a joke.  As my wife said, they don’t just beat the dead horse, they beat the dead horse with another dead horse.  The story has some… interesting issues with time travel and the kid actor is channeling a bit too much Rebel Wilson (Like, seriously, you could have swapped their characters from Pitch Perfect and this and no one would have noticed).  He does a good enough job, but he could have toned it down just a little.

There’s been some internet curfuffle about “ERMAGERD LESBIANS.”  Frankly, it’s far less than I’ve seen in PG-13 movies, so I don’t really give a damn.  The two characters in question didn’t really add much to the movie, you pretty much could have had the entire movie without them, but they put the one in because she was good in the last movie.  I wish they’d given her a bit more screen time or done something more with her, at least.

For the good: Cable and Domino really stole the show.  I mean, seriously.  I want a Cable movie.  Hell, I want a Domino movie!  The actress was spot on, her ability is awesome, and it would be hilarious to have her do her thing with Deadpool occasionally crashing the party.  Cable, same thing, he’s a bad-ass with no-sense of humor and a tragic backstory.  What’s not to like?

All in all, I really enjoyed the movie.  I could have done without as much naked Ryan Reynolds and a few less jokes being rode into the ground, but those issues were balanced by the general humor and the great acting.  Go see it yourself.  Plus, stick around for the mid-credits scene.

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How do you know right from wrong if every memory, every thought in your head was put there by your enemies?

In a near-future, when humanity has begun to spread throughout the stars.  In the process, they’ve awakened abilities hidden within their own DNA.  Psychics have begun to appear at ever-increasing rates with abilities that range from mental manipulation to mass destruction and beyond.  Empowered by public hysteria and fear of psychics, Amalgamated Worlds has taken over.  Their powerful combination of military and security forces, control of media and communications, and manipulation of internal threats has created a police state that spans all of human space.

Shaden Kirroy is a product of that police state.  Designed to be a weapon for use against his fellow psychics as well as any civilians who step out of line, he is an artificially enhanced psychic.  He is a blank slate, his past erased and replaced with engineered loyalty to Amalgamated Worlds.
Yet Shaden realizes that something is terribly wrong.  As his world begins to unravel, as he realizes the horrors of what was done to him, Shaden must find a way to free himself, to unlock the prison of his own mind.


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Valor’s Duty: Reviews Wanted

Valor’s Duty by Kal Spriggs

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Now Available: Valor’s Duty!

Valor’s Duty is now live!  You can get your ebook copy exclusively from Amazon.

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Duty is heavier than a mountain; death is lighter than a feather. 

Jiden’s life at the Century Military Academy is forever changed when she is asked to volunteer for a special program.  They want to implant her and other cadets with a special, prototype neural computer.  It will make them smarter, more capable, and able to split their attention between dozens of activities.  Her friends jump at the opportunity… but Jiden isn’t so certain.

She sees it as her duty to volunteer. Despite all of her doubts, it’s a duty she owes to her world and to her friends.  But as things begin to go wrong, as her life is put in danger once again, Jiden quickly realizes that she may have shouldered a duty that she can’t bear.  The implants might be driving her fellow cadets violently insane… and Jiden may be next. 
She will need to muster every ounce of courage, every bit of intelligence, in order to save her friends.  Even then, her own survival might be too much to ask.  But Jiden doesn’t know how to back down, and she’ll do her duty no matter the cost


Valor’s Duty Snippet 3

Valor’s Duty goes live in just 2 days on May 18th.  In the meantime, here’s the third and final snippet.  If you missed the first two, you can find them here (Link) and here (Link)


Back in the private room, we all just sort of slumped.  I found myself sitting next to Sashi, who still hadn’t said anything.  I could see her thinking, but I wasn’t really sure what was running through her head.  I’d always had a problem reading her, even when she’d been my roommate.

“You okay?” I asked quietly.

“What do you think?” Sashi shot me a look.  I didn’t really have a response for that.  I’d been at odds with my parents once before, but not with my whole family.  Even then, it hadn’t been like what Sashi was going through.  With me, they’d shipped me off to my mom’s mother, the Admiral, who had enrolled me in the Academy Prep School.  “They think I’m going to fail out,” Sashi said in a miserable voice.

“Well, sorry, but I think your brothers are jerks,” I replied.

She snorted, “Yeah, they’re my brothers, it kind of goes with the territory.”  She wiped at her eyes.  “It’s just so frustrating, you know?  They think they know what’s best for me and for the family.  They’re angry because I’m not doing what they tell me.”  Her brow furrowed, “I am worried that they are right.”

“You’ll be fine,” I assured her.

She shot me a look, one part grateful and one part angry.  “You don’t know what it was like,” she hissed.  “Last year, I had no help.  I had no support.  I was tolerated by Ogre Company, but that was it.  I’m coming back to Sand Dragon.  Do you think it will be a warm welcome?  Who will want to room with me?  Who will want to study with me?”

I hadn’t really thought about that.  I’d talked with Sara Salter, this year’s Company Commander for Sand Dragon, and she’d approved Sashi’s transfer back.  But that didn’t mean there would necessarily be a place for her.  Sashi and I had roomed together during Academy Prep School.  She’d gone over to Ogre for our plebe year.  I’d probably been the closest thing she had to a friend in Sand Dragon… and she’d very publicly betrayed me during the final exercise.

“You can be my roommate,” I said on impulse.

I saw Ashiri look over at me as I said it.  From the way her expression shifted, I knew that she wanted to say something, but she didn’t.  I thought about what I’d overheard between her and her mother.  Maybe if I’m not her roommate any more, it’ll take some pressure off of her, too.

“Are you sure about that?” Sashi asked.

“Yeah,” I said.  I’d had her stay at my parent’s house with me for two weeks.  How much worse could it be?

“Well, thanks,” Sashi said.  She seemed taken aback.  “I really hope this all works out.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, clapping her on the shoulder impulsively, “I’ve got a good feeling about this year.”  I should have kept my stupid mouth shut.



We arrived at the Academy without any further trouble and after the initial formation, I knocked out my in-processing checklist and found myself in the large amphitheater where it seemed like so many of my life’s major events had occurred.  This was where they held the first in-briefing from the Admiral.  This was where they had held my Academy Prep School Final Exercise. It had been here that Sashi had betrayed me.  It was here that the psychotic Commander Scarpitti had tried to kill me.

Despite the dim lights and the quiet, I found my heart starting to race in anticipation.

“Attention on Deck!” Someone bellowed.

As one, the entire Regiment of Cadets rose to their feet.  Again, the central platform lit up, and the Admiral, my grandmother, stepped forward, her khaki uniform crisp, her expression stern.  “Cadets, welcome back to the Academy.  Today begins the one-hundred and seventy first year of this institution.  I welcome our new Plebe Class, Class Two Ninety One.  I also welcome our First Class, Class Two Eighty Eight.  You Cadets First Class will graduate this year and go on to your follow-on assignments in our Planetary Militia.”

Her already stern voice hardened.  “Last year we suffered a number of unfortunate incidents.  As a result, we will all of us, Cadets and Instructors, be under additional monitoring.  All of you will be under constant supervision.  We will not tolerate violations of the school’s Honor Code, nor will we tolerate ethical or legal violations.  You are one day to be Officers within Century’s Planetary Militia, and you are expected to set the example.  Any of you who cannot do so will be removed.”

“That said, honest mistakes are a part of your learning experience.  We do not expect you all to be perfect.  Leadership and command are skills that must be learned.  Take the opportunities you are given to excel.  Accept risks.  Show your instructors that you are able to recover from failure, and you will do well.”

“Now then,” the Admiral said, “We’ve had some turn-over of personnel.  Commander Weisfeldt joins us as one of our new Engineering instructors.”  The short, stocky, and dark-haired officer stepped forward, his expression stern.  “Commander Weisfeldt has just completed a tour at Century Station, where he managed the station’s military prototyping department.”

“Additionally, joining our staff is Commander Stirling,” the Admiral went on.  A heavy-set officer stepped forward.  He had a pleasant smile and gave a slight wave.  “Commander Stirling has just finished a tour with the Guard Fleet as an officer observer at their shipyards at Harlequin Station.”

I perked up a bit at that.  Getting a slot like that would be impressive, the Guard rarely allowed non-signatory nations any access to their shipyards.  He would have had a chance to watch ship construction across a huge range of ship classes and sizes.

“Also joining the Academy Staff at this time is Lieutenant General Corgan, of Century’s Enforcer Service,” the Admiral said.  “Lieutenant Commander Corgan will not be teaching any classes, but she will be observing how we conduct our training and our overall operations.”

The way that the Admiral said that and the polite yet cool tone in her voice gave me a shiver.  That wasn’t the way I would have expected her to welcome someone.  It felt more like a warning, to all of us.  What was a senior member of Century’s national police service doing at the school?  As far as I knew, they had no connection to the Planetary Militia.  They operated entirely planet-side and they answered to the Security Director and Charter Council.

“Now, then, I’ll remind you all that companies, sections, and individual cadets are ranked on a points system.  As always, your grades, your performance in training, your punishments and successes, are all counted towards your totals.  Last year, Sand Dragon Company managed to win again, for a second year, by a slim margin.  The Honor Graduates, Mackenzie, Ingvald, and Attabera, were ahead by a few percentage points.  Those who graduate in the top ranks are often given the choice positions upon graduation.”

She gave a wintry smile, “Failure early on can be overcome.  Becoming overconfident early on can lead to a drop in your ranking.  Ambition and hard work are rewarded, complacency is your enemy, far more than anything else.  Good luck, Cadets, let’s have a good year.”


Movie Review (Spoilers): Avengers Infinity War

This review contains spoilers.  So reader beware, I’m going to go analytical on this one… but first I’m going to preface the spoilers with some generic comments.  Yes, I enjoyed the movie.  I think people should see it themselves.   Other (mostly) non-spoilery comments: I think Cap’s new shield(s) are lame.   I want a Wakandan energy shield.   Spider Man steals the show.

So, now into the actual review.  It starts out with a bang and with a mass murder of Asgardian survivors.  There’s a bit of continuity issues here (as later on in the film, Thor says that Thanos killed half his people, but Thanos blew up the ship and we don’t really see any survivors).  So there’s an issue.  Loki’s death was interesting, but there was an inevitable element of it, it wasn’t really a surprise and frankly, was pretty stupid of Loki.  I would have rather seen him join up with Thanos to betray him at a truly opportune moment, maybe even chuck Thor out an airlock.  Instead, we could see it coming.  There was no surprise in it.  Heimdal sort of stole the scene, too, in his sacrifice to send Hulk to Earth to give them warning.

The introductions and initial confrontations on Earth were good.  They set the scene well, and there’s enough humor and mixed desperation to make it all entertaining and engaging.  I would have liked to see Vision in full fighting form.  Having him barely limping along through most of the movie was a bit of a disappointment.  I get it, he was injured, but you would think they’d try to fix that.

The Guardians of the Galaxy really stole the show, them and Thor, anyway.  Pretty much every scene with them was highly entertaining.  The pace through the whole movie was fast, faster than I would have liked, but it wasn’t as frantic as people have complained about.  No, there’s not a lot of time for character growth and such, but that’s not what this movie is about.  It’s about the end of the world, it’s a disaster film more than anything else, and if there’s one thing that this movie does very well is to show the cost of a terrible disaster.

I’ve got to say, it’s almost Wagnerian Opera, at times.  From Heimdal through to the very end, we see the cost of fighting evil.  It doesn’t pull any punches and it doesn’t let up.  It’s dark, but the strong point of this film is that the heroes don’t flinch.  Most of them realize that they’re not going to survive, that they’re fighting to save others and not themselves.

The middle act is full of that sort of thing.  We lose a few characters, we see Thanos toy with some of them, letting them think they’ve done well, only to pull victory away from them, often in comical fashions.   Bubbles in Starlord’s pistol was the most brutal, I think.  The torment on Quill’s face as he worked himself up, only to have all that effort pulled away was heart-wrenching.  The return of Red Skull was a nice touch, but I would have liked to see more done with that.  Make him join up with Thanos, give Thanos a minion we actually recognize and already dislike.  Give Cap an enemy to fight that he knows and already hates (oh, and Bucky, too).

That brings us up to the final battle where Wakandan warriors start dying in droves.  We see them almost take the Gauntlet from Thanos (so close, yet I can’t help but think that Strange planned it, planned for them to lose so that Thanos could take the Time Stone, so he could then take the Mind Stone).  We see Thanos toss the mightiest heroes of Earth around like they are children.  Then he rips the Mind Stone right out of Vision’s head.  It’s all brutal, very metal, and terribly operatic.  The choices they made on who lives and dies were telling, though.  We knew the Hulk wouldn’t be one, not since Bruce Banner has character growth to figure out why the Hulk is gone all cowardly lion.  They kept Ant Man out of it all since he has a movie coming out in a couple months.  Scarlet Witch was obviously grateful to die after having killed Vision for no reason.  Doctor Strange was an interesting choice, especially since he saw this all coming.  He knew and planned for it, which makes me wonder what Wong is doing back on Earth as this all happens.  Bucky and Falcon just felt like cheap shots.  Neither of them have had enough screen time, their characters are both interesting, but Marvel doesn’t seem to know what to do with them, to give them a movie or what.

The Guardians… damn, if anyone paid a price for fighting Thanos, the Guardians sure as hell did.  Rocket is the only survivor.  Gamora’s death was similar to Loki’s, we saw it coming, it still had emotional impact, but her death was for Thanos’s sake, to humanize him somewhat, and it achieved that.  Peter, Drax, and Mantis *all* dying on Titan seemed rather harsh.  It would have been nice to see Drax and Mantis running around trying to save the universe without Peter Quill.

Spiderman… well, we know he’ll be back.  He’s got a movie due next year, after all.  (For that matter, we know many if not all of them will be back, because comics) his death was meant to humanize Stark, to humanize the cost of fighting Thanos… but it just let me down a bit on the writing.

Stark’s survival is the thing that leaves me shaking my head.  I get it, RDJ is sort of the backbone of this universe.  It all started with him… but come on, let some of the younger generation step up.  Tony Stark’s story and character have been complete.  There’s not much more for them to do with him.  I get it, I realize that Doctor Strange orchestrated Stark’s survival, getting a promise out of Thanos because of whatever he saw in those multitude of futures…but still, the writers made that choice because they wanted RDJ in the lead… again.

For the rest of it, Black Panther going down was a nice touch.  An emotional impact that I wasn’t expecting.  The others, including at the post-credits scene, showed the impact, well enough.

In the end, however, what do we come away with?  The fight isn’t over.  There can be no doubt about that.  Thanos may have had his way, but that means little when they left heroes like Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.  They’ll go after him and they’re going to find a way to fix things (in as much as that’s possible).  Avengers 4 is going to be focused on fixing all of this, and with the power of the Infinity Gauntlet, anything is possible.

I think that something many critics missed is that despite the title, this isn’t just an Avengers movie, this was very much a Thanos movie.  Thanos showed the biggest character arc, the most growth, and in the end, it was Thanos who achieved his goals.  We can argue all day about the rationality of his motivations (ridiculous in so many ways as to be utterly insane), but his drive and implacable resolve made the movie.

What would I have changed?  Oh my word, so very much.  I would have used Red Skull for more than a throw away here and gone character.  It would have been great if he joined Thanos and worked with him from then on.  The motivations for Thanos are a bit silly, but Josh Brolin lived it up well enough that we can accept them, the character was far more interesting in play than as a concept.  Stealing a few more moments for character growth, a scene with Banner and Natasha (Widow) would have been nice.  Use of some of the earlier enemies: Red Skull, Loki, Baron Nemo (whose motivations are similar to Thanos’s) and even an Ultron robot (whose motivation was basically the same as Thanos) as his lieutenants would have been interesting, especially with the scheming they would have done against one another and Thanos.  That would have also given us some real emotional hooks when one of them were taken down or switched sides.  Red Skull facing off against Steve Rogers and Bucky, backed with Thanos and Hydra goons would have been great.  Baron Nemo, granted powers by Thanos, would have been terrifying.  Ultron with alien tech?  Yes, please.

All in all, it’s a fun, fast-paced movie.  It hits you hard in the feels, though I think the writers played it safe a couple times near the end.  They’ve built the House of Marvel on RDJ’s shoulders and I think they’re terrified that if they kill him off, they’ll kill the franchise.  Overall, it was basically what I expected of the movie.  I enjoyed it, I give them props for managing so many characters and giving many of them engaging and awesome scenes.  I really want to see the impact of Thanos’s victory in the upcoming movies (plus the TV shows, which I need to get back to watching, assuming I ever have free time again).  I think it’ll hold up well, better than Age of Ultron.  It’s not my favorite Marvel movie, but it still beats the socks off of the DC cinematic universe.

Oh, and as a final thought, who else thinks they’ll use “fixing” everything as a chance to bring the Marvel X Men into the MCU?  I mean, continuity issues, Time Stone… what better way to get Wolverine and Hulk into a drinking contest?  Here’s to hoping.

Valor’s Duty Snippet 2

Here is the second snippet from Valor’s Duty, coming 18 May, 2018.  You can find the first snippet here: (Link)

Chapter 2: Sometimes I Get Myself In Trouble

 Imagine a train hurdling along at over three hundred kilometers an hour.  Now put it over fifty meters below sand and rock, in a pitch-dark tunnel.  That was the military train that I got to ride back to the Academy.  It was part of the defense infrastructure train lines that connected most of Century’s cities and all of it’s military bases.  One of my engineering projects over break had been to write a research paper about it.  There were over thirty thousand kilometers of tunnel, much of it between fifty and a hundred meters deep.  It had taken twenty years to complete the main lines, and the main sections were designed to survive near-misses from orbital ships.  It was a pretty amazing feat of engineering… the cost estimates rivaled that of starships.

Of course, what that all meant to me was that I had just over a six hour train ride.  I’d coordinated to link up with my friends, but most of that had gone out the window when the onrush of cadets had flooded the train.

When we arrived at the Academy, the masses would assemble into something resembling order, but right now, the train was chaos, with civilian-dressed and uniformed cadets running back and forth, people struggling with bags and what seemed like far too much noise after two weeks at home.

I glanced at my datapad and checked the text from Ashiri a third time.  She said she’d managed to get a spot in one of the private cars, which would be something of a refuge from all this chaos.  Ashiri’s family lived in New Albion, which meant that Ashiri had boarded the train several hours earlier, well before I’d arrived at Duncan City.  I pushed through the mess, hoping that I’d catch up to Kyle or Sashi on the way.

I finally reached the right train car, this section of the train was notably quieter and I paused outside the suite to pull out my datapad.  Since I had no idea where Sashi or Kyle had been swept off to, it was probably best if I messaged them, rather than trying to find them on the train.

I faintly overheard a voice on speaker from inside the suite.  After a moment, I thought I recognized Ashiri’s mother’s voice and I heard Ashiri respond to something, her voice oddly muted.

“You listen to me, daughter,” Ashiri’s mother grew louder, her voice angry, “those so-called friends of yours are no good to you.  Do you think it is coincidence that two years in a row you have been third place to them?  They are using you, and keeping you down!”

“Mother!” Ashiri protested, “It’s not like that at all!   I have done well!  Third in rank is nothing to be ashamed of!”

“Listen to me with respect and never interrupt!” Ashiri’s mother’s voice was sharp.  “Third is nothing.  Did your so-called friends not vie for first and second?  Do you think it coincidence that your roommate’s grandmother runs the Academy and her granddaughter finishes first almost every year?  When I was your age, I was first in everything.  What kind of example do you set for your siblings by failing to be first in all that you do?”

“Mother,” Ashiri protested, “I’m doing very good.  Better than hundreds of others–”

“You will do better,” Ashiri’s mother snapped.  “You need to do whatever necessary.  Those so-called friends of yours, you need to cut them loose.  You are better than them, you do not need them!”

“Mother…” I heard Ashiri start to protest.

“If you are not first this year, daughter, then you are nothing.  I will expect you to succeed.   Your family expects you to succeed, do not fail me.”

“Yes, mother,” Ashiri’s voice was resigned, barely audible.  There was silence on the other side of the door for a long moment.  I felt suddenly guilty and a bit ashamed as I realized I’d been listening in on the private and potentially embarrassing conversation.  I hadn’t meant to, but I’d still overheard things that were none of my business… though they were things that shocked me.

Granted, I wasn’t terribly surprised that Ashiri’s mother didn’t think highly of me.  The one time I’d really met her, I’d managed to put my foot in my mouth.  But that she thought that Alexander Karmazin and I were using her daughter to improve our own scores… that made me angry.  Worse, she’d all but accused the Admiral of rigging things so I came in first.  That idea was so absurd as to be ridiculous.  I couldn’t think of someone less likely to do that, and if anything, I felt like the Admiral was extra hard on me because I was family.

It wasn’t like I could defend myself, though.  I’d have to admit to listening in on a private conversation and that wouldn’t exactly make me look good.  At least it sounded like the conversation was over.  I reached for the door handle, but before I could touch it, the door opened.

“Oh,” Ashiri froze, staring at me.

“Hey,” I said in as cheerful a fashion as I could manage.  “I guess I found the right place.”

Something flashed across my best friend’s face.  Some emotions that came and went too fast for me to understand, maybe too complex for me to really comprehend.  Something like shame or embarrassment, something like anger.  I wasn’t sure and I was half-convinced that I imagined it all, it was there and gone so fast.  One thing I was sure, though, was for a moment, Ashiri wanted to ask how long I’d been standing outside the door.

“Yeah, this is the right place,” Ashiri replied finally, her voice almost detached.  “Where are the others?”

“I lost Sashi and Kyle in the crowd, but I was just about to message them,” I gestured with the datapad in my left hand.  Ashiri made a face, though I wasn’t sure whether that was about Sashi Drien or my excuse for why I was standing just outside the door.  “Have you seen Karmazin, yet?”

“Alex?” Ashiri shrugged, “No, I assumed he’d be with the rest of you.  Last I heard, he was going to catch the train in Duncan City like the rest of you.”  The Enclave didn’t connect into the defense train system, for a bunch of complicated reasons, not least of which was that it wasn’t technically a part of Century’s planetary government, it was a weird sort of autonomous sub-state.

“Huh, I hadn’t seen him either,” I said.

“Well, come on in,” Ashiri stepped out of the doorway.  She settled to her seat and gestured at her datapad, “I was just finishing up edits on my Military History paper for Commander Bonnadonna.”

“Ugh, that was a brutal one, right?” I stepped in and took a seat, messaging Alexander Karmazin, Kyle Regan, and Sashi Drien with our location.

“Yeah,” Ashiri showed genuine emotion for what seemed like the first time.  “I enjoy his classes, but he sure does load us down with assignments.”

Last year we’d had a ten page paper due every week for Commander Bonnadonna’s classes.  The worst part was, we didn’t get the papers returned, he just seemed to be able to magically read every paper and comment and address things we brought up in our papers during class.  I couldn’t imagine him managing to read that much every week, but somehow he did it… and he managed to make subjects that I found dry and abstract into things that mattered.

Someone knocked on the door, “Come in,” Ashiri and I said at the same time.

Kyle opened the door and stuck his head in, “Hey, Jiden, I think Sashi needs your help.”  There was a nervous edge to his voice that had me up on my feet and out in the corridor almost before he finished speaking.

I saw what he meant right away.  Just down the corridor, right at the junction from this car to the next, I saw Sashi Drien with two young men boxing her in.  I recognized both of them almost instantly, it would be hard not to, after all, since their short stature, dark hair and tan skin looked so similar to that of Sashi.  They were her older brothers, and their faces were harsh with anger as they faced her.

I studied them as I advanced.  Nahka Drien wore the collar insignia of a Cadet Commander, his tan, handsome face drawn back in a harsh sneer.  His younger brother, Toro, wore a Cadet Second Class rank.  Both of them were tense, their expressions angry and their postures showing that they were on the edge of physical violence.  I wasn’t sure how I knew that, maybe it was something I picked up from my kerala classes with Commander Panja.

Nahka looked over as I came up, his eyes darting between his sister and myself, even as he snarled at Sashi, “…bad enough that you refused our grandfather’s offer, that you resign and come home and limit any further disgrace to our family.  But this?  To take refuge with our family’s enemies?  How could you embarrass yourself so?”

“Leave her alone!” I snapped.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Nahka hissed at me.  “Go back to your real friends, hongro.”

I frowned at him, “Sashi is my friend.  Leave her alone.”

Nahka turned and stepped towards me, “You’re using her.  You’re setting her up for failure, to make my family look bad.  She isn’t suited for this life.  She almost failed out last year.  You leave my sister alone, hongro.”

I flinched at his harsh tone, but I didn’t step back.  I realized that, in his own twisted way, Nahka did care for his sister, he didn’t want to see her fail.  But at the same time, he was doing her more harm than good, he was bullying her, trying to get her to quit.

He didn’t see how capable and strong Sashi could be, because he was too busy trying to protect her.  “No,” I snapped.  “You leave my friend alone.”

I stepped past him and stood next to her.  “If not for Sashi, I would have failed out during Indoctrination.  She’s smart, she’s strong, and she’s going to do just fine… as long as you two get out of her face!”

“You shouldn’t take that tone with upper-classmen, Cadet Third Class,” Nahka Drien snapped.

“We aren’t at the Academy, yet,” I replied.  “And this kind of thing wouldn’t fly there, and both of you know it.”

They both shifted uncomfortably at that.  They monitored our every move at the Academy.  While a lot of that was hands off, this was something that was likely to get them in trouble.

“You’re right,” Nahka said, his voice low and threatening.  “We aren’t at the Academy.  Maybe someone could suffer an accident, fall down and get hurt.  Especially if she was alone and sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“She’s not alone,” Kyle said from just down the corridor.  Behind him, I saw Ashiri and Karmazin.  Nahka and Toro both looked sour.  Clearly their plan, whatever it was, had just fallen apart.

Nahka stepped forward and stopped only a few centimeters away from me.  “We’ll remember this, Armstrong.  Whatever happens to our sister, it’s on you now.”  He stepped past me and then he and his brother stepped through the doors and into the next train car.

“Well,” I said, as calmly as I could manage, “that went well.”


Kal’s May 2018 Forecast

Here’s an update on what I’ve got going on for the rest of May.

First off, Valor’s Duty, the third Children of Valor book, will be out on the 18th!  I love writing these books and the feedback from my readers tells me you like them, too.

I’m working on a submission for a publisher, one of the first I’ve actually pitched a concept and gone forward with instead of writing and submitting.  It brings an interesting set of challenges and I may write a blog post about that, if there’s interest.

I’ve yet to see Avengers: Infinity War.  Mostly because I was in Germany for work and I didn’t want to see it without my wife.  I’ll have a review post up soon(ish), once I get a chance to see it.  I’ve also got a stack of books I want to read and review.

If you’re a writer and you want to see how a slush submission works for real, I’ve volunteered one of my manuscripts for the Baen Live Slush reading, happening on 16 May, it should feature at either their 10 AM or 2 PM session and  I’ll post a link after it’s completed.  Here is a link to their channel:  (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjV7Nn4-bkB48wDjtobIuPQ)

Next month I plan to release another book.   Stay tuned for snippets and other updates, and thanks everyone for reading!


Valor’s Duty Snippet 1

Hey everyone, here is the first snippet of Valor’s Duty.  This is from my edit copy as I’m on the road, so I hope you’ll forgive any grammatical errors.

Chapter One:  Winning Is Everything

“Break left, break left!” I shouted as the incoming fire lanced out at my squadron of Mark Five Firebolt warp fighters.

The fighters were fast, faster than the human brain could readily understand.  They attained a nearly instantaneous relative velocity of over point seven C, or seven tenths of the speed of light.  Their  warp envelopes, however, were not particularly maneuverable.  Straight line velocity they could achieve, but they only managed ten degrees of “turn” with their internal warp drives.

That meant the best thing they could manage relative to a sharp bank like in the movies was a long, slow gradual curve.  Against the incoming fire, that was painfully inadequate and three of my nine fighters winked out of existence.

I’d just lost thirty percent of my force.  In military terms, I was combat ineffective and from a practical standpoint, I’d just led those ships and pilots right into the guns of the enemy battleship, knowing that it was going to happen.

But if they’re shooting at me…

At the velocities my squadron moved at, we were almost blind, we could barely see the enemy battleship, it’s powerful warp drive a beacon, it’s weapon fire strobes that pinpointed it’s progress through the star system.  There was no way we’d be able to see the smaller pinpricks of other warp-fighters with their drives offline, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

That was, not until those drive lit off.  The two squadrons of warp fighters came online at less than a hundred thousand kilometers distance from the battleship.  They closed that distance in onlyseconds, the eighteen Firebolts arming their payloads even as the battleship recognized the new threat.  I grinned as those fighters whipped past, releasing their antimatter bombs in a chain of detonations that shone more powerfully than the system’s star.

Before that string of detonations could clear on my screens, they went dark and then red text flashed: Simulation Terminated, Defender Wins.

“Yes!” I heard my boyfriend shout out.  I blinked clear of the holographic projections as they faded out, revealing the faces of  Sashi Drien and Kyle Regan.  I couldn’t help a goofy grin to match theirs.  “Chock up another one for Team Armstrong,” Kyle smirked.  Sashi and I were seated cross-legged on my bed, while Kyle took my bedroom’s only chair.  The space was tight with three, but it wasn’t like my parents’ house was all that big.

Sashi rolled her eyes, “I say we’re Team Drien.  After all, they have an Armstrong, too.”

“Let’s see what they have to say, huh?” I asked cheerfully.  I couldn’t help the urge to gloat a bit.  It wasn’t a particularly nice thing to do, but that maneuver had been hard to pull off… using a single squadron of fighters to herd the enemy battleship into position for the ambush.  Of the various warp ship engagements, Battleship Over Terrapin was one of the hardest scenarios to pull off a defender win.

I toggled over our chat to our opponents.  “Hey guys, good game,” I said genially.

“Good game for you, maybe,” Ashiri Takenata growled.  My best friend sounded particularly surly.

“Well played,” Alexander Karmazin said, far more neutrally.

“That was tricky, Jiden,” my little brother sighed.  Will was just in the next room, unlike the other two.  They’d agreed to take him on their team, though, even though he wasn’t a cadet.

We’d played the scenario three on three, which was the recommended match-up.  The attackers in the scenario had a battleship and two destroyers in escort.  The defenders had some unarmed sensor platforms and three squadrons of warp fighters.

“Well, we’d been practicing some of the battle plan back here,” I admitted.  “Sashi thought up the piece with the decoy attack from my squadron there at the end.”

“Using the observation platforms as bait for the destroyers was pretty clever, too,” Alexander admitted.  “You took Will and I out early on.”

“Thanks,” I smiled.  Normally the platforms were there to balance the attacker’s advantages in sensors and maneuverability.  Smart attackers made a point of taking them out early on… and I’d decided to set up an ambush with my fighter squadrons on the most likely approach to the main sensor array.

“It wasn’t fair,” Ashiri protested.

“What?” I asked in surprise.

“You three have been playing together solidly for the past week and a half.  Alex and I aren’t even in the same hemisphere, right now, and we got stuck with your little brother,” Ashiri growled.  “Throw in the communications delay, and you three had a clear advantage.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.  I wished we were on a video call so I could see my friend’s face.  She actually sounded angry, over what seemed like a silly thing.  Yeah, those had been some slight advantages, but it wasn’t like the scenario favored us at all.  We’d been facing a battleship with three squadrons of fighters.  Normally Battleship Over Terrapin turned into a bloodbath where the defending fighters died to the last, leaving the attacking team victorious.

“Uh,” I said after a long moment, “I guess we could shuffle up the teams next time?”

“Right… sure, it was hard enough to get this game in, I’ve still got tons of homework to cover, oh, and this certifies you three for our warp fighter simulation project, but because we lost, Alex and I have to get another certified game in, sometime in the next three days,” Ashiri’s bitterness felt like a bowl of cold jello to the face.  It completely blind-sided me and I had no idea where it came from.

“I’m sorry,” I started to say, but then my tablet blinked to show that Ashiri had disconnected.

“What was that about?” Kyle asked.  His freckled face was puzzled.

“Sorry about that, guys,” Alexander Karmazin spoke up.  “She and I were talking before the game started, I guess she’s had a lot of pressure at home and I think she’s just stressed out a bit, you know?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said.  Yet I couldn’t help a guilty feeling as I glanced at Kyle and Sashi Drien.  I’d invited both of them to visit my parent’s house at Black Mesa Outpost over our Christmas break.  Well, in reality I’d invited Kyle because I wanted to introduce my new boyfriend to my family.  Sashi had tagged along because she had nowhere else to go, she’d been all-but-disowned by her family after she’d refused to resign from the Academy.  We’d been roommates, once, at the Century Military Academy.  Then we’d been rivals.  Only a few days before the end of last term, we’d both nearly been killed by a psychotic teacher.  That had made us both reevaluate our priorities and while I didn’t really consider her a friend, I didn’t want to see her have to give up her dreams, especially not when her family treated her so poorly.

I hadn’t really thought about the advantage that brought the three of us.  Most of our assignments over break were ones where we were allowed to collaborate with classmates, so long as we documented our participation and we did it actively, that was, we could discuss the work while we did it, but we weren’t allowed to talk about past assignments, so it benefited those who were present so we could work together.

All three of us were in many of the same classes.  Ashiri and Alexander had the same advantage… except Karmazin lived in the Enclave and Ashiri lived in New Albion.  They were both in the northern hemisphere, but they were a couple thousand kilometers apart.  Plus they’d been involved in a relationship that had sort of fallen apart last summer.  They were still friends, but I’d be willing to bet that spending lots of time together might feel awkward.

“Sorry if I messed you guys up,” Will spoke up.  My little brother sounded worried.

“Don’t worry about it,” Karmazin snorted.  “You did great, way better than your sister did after only a few games.”

“Thanks,” I drawled.  Yet I couldn’t help but agree.  I had come to this whole military thing in a round-about fashion, it had never been my plan.  I’d been dreadfully ignorant about it all, and I’d spent a lot of time catching up.  Will had taken to to some of the scenarios I’d loaned him like a sand-lizard to the dunes.  It had freaked me out a bit when I’d come home on Christmas break and he’d asked me for more advanced scenarios.

“Anyway, Ashiri was right about one thing, we both still have a lot of homework to do.  And I have to set up a certified game with someone else, now, since our team didn’t win that one.  Goodnight guys.”  Karmazin sounded a bit resigned at that.

“Goodnight,” We chorused and he disconnected.

My feeling of victory had been short-lived.  I hadn’t really thought about the pressures some of my other friends were under.  For that matter, while this had completed our certified battle scenario, I still had three more projects to complete, including a much-dreaded Military History paper for Commander Bonnadonna.

“Jiden, are you and your friends done playing games?” Mom called in from the next room.  Since Will was probably sitting on the couch only a meter or so away, I knew she knew the answer.  Yet that was her “polite” way of saying she’d had enough of us all holed up in simulations.

“Yeah, mom,” I called back.  I turned off my datapad and stretched.  “I guess we need to go be sociable or something.” I couldn’t help but give Kyle a hopeful smile.

He matched it and reached out to give my hand a squeeze.  My heart did a little hop in my chest and I felt like parts of me melted at the same time.  I really, really liked Kyle.  He was supportive, he was smart, and he was just nice.  He reminded me a lot of my dad, only not nearly so nerdy.

I headed that thought off and stepped out of my room.

Will had just finished packing up his datapad.  He didn’t have one of the newer model academy-issued ones, after all, his application hadn’t even been officially accepted yet.  He had one of dad’s older model datapads, so he’d had to use a VR headset to play the game.  My mom stood with her arms crossed, a polite but probably fake smile on her face.  She hated having guests, I knew.  She  frequently complained about new scientists and interns showing up here at Black Mesa Outpost, “joggling her elbow” as she put it, and even when Dad’s mom, Granny Effy, visited, she got uncomfortable sharing the house.  I hadn’t really thought of that when I invited Kyle and Sashi Drien.

Add in that Kyle Regan was my boyfriend and neither my mom or my dad really knew how to handle that.  It helped that Kyle was respectful and polite, but there was still a lot of awkwardness about the situation.

Then there was the fact that the Armstrongs and the Driens were longstanding rivals in the Planetary Militia added to the overall discomfort with Sashi’s presence.  Plus there was something about a Drien being behind an attempt on my mom’s life when she’d been a Cadet at the Academy… so yeah, to say my mom was uncomfortable with the guests would be an understatement.

“I thought we might eat something special for dinner, your father and I just got approval on our next research grant,” Mom said.

“That’s great!” I smiled.  While I didn’t really want to go into archeology like my parents, that didn’t mean I didn’t find it interesting… or that I didn’t realize the importance of their work.  The ruins under Black Rock Mesa were alien, and over a million years old by best estimate.  My parents sort of ran the operation here, in as much as anyone “ran” the gaggle of scientists and archeologists here at the Outpost.

“Yeah, your father just signed the paperwork a few hours ago at Duncan City, he picked up some food there before he left, he should be arriving soon,” Mom’s voice took on a tone of relief, like she’d half-expected me to say something snarky.  Maybe a couple of years ago, I might have, just out of irritation and maybe even a little insecurity, I could admit to myself.  But now, I really appreciated that my mom was trying to be as friendly and gracious a host as she really knew how.  After all, it wasn’t like we got many guests out here and Mom… well, I guess she’d never really been much of a people person.

“If you could help me set the table, Jiden,” Mom said, “Will and, um, Kyle, we have some spare folding chairs out in the storage shed…”

“Sure thing,” Kyle smiled.  He nodded at Will and they stepped outside.

My mom trailed off and stared at Sashi Drien.  “Um…”

“Sashi, want to help me with the cups?” I asked.

“Sure thing,” she replied.

We set up the table quickly.  It wasn’t like it was a big table.  I hadn’t really seen it through outsider’s eyes, yet the house seemed so… well, small.  The cups and plates weren’t anything special, just generic ceramics made from fused silicates, processed out of the Outpost’s fabricator.  The silverware was just simple steel, unadorned.  The table was just a modular metal table.  Metal and silicates were cheap on Century.  My sandy, dry homeworld had plenty of both.  Wood and plastics were expensive.  The planet didn’t have any real forests to speak of and hydrocarbons weren’t particularly plentiful.  Most of both had to be imported from other worlds or manufactured from raw materials.

My parent’s house was built of local stone, with thick, heavy blocks to provide insulation, the black basalt cut out of the plateau’s stone by laser drills and held in place by their own weight.  It had a metal roof with a double layer of insulation to keep the heat out of the living areas while using that heat to warm water for bathing.  There were six rooms to the entire house, my parent’s bedroom, mine, my brother’s, which Sashi got to use during her stay, the living room, the dining room/kitchen shared space, and the one small bathroom.  Here at the outpost, we had a water ration of three liters for bathing.  We had to use a water recycler on that, since even the deepest wells hadn’t found any ground water, not this close to the equator.

Even so, my parent’s home was the second largest house here at the outpost.  The largest one had belonged to Champion Enterprises.  Tony Champion’s family had lived there when they’d visited the Outpost for almost a year.  Now, if I remembered right, it housed a group of engineers who provided technical assistance to my parents.

There were twenty-nine full-time residents at Black Mesa Outpost, including two Enforcers who’d been tasked here relatively recently.  It was the furthest south outpost in the northern hemisphere of Century. I’d grown up here, and especially in the last few years before I’d first left, I’d been sick of the place.  It had seemed confining and restrictive and just so… boring.

Now it just seemed small and sort of homey.  But it was like an old shirt, familiar and nice, but not something that I really fit in, not anymore.

The Academy was my life now, and while part of me dreaded the hard work to come, the rest of me was eager for the challenge.


“We made great progress, the past few months,” Dad was in full form, gesturing grandly as he ate.  Normally that wasn’t an issue with just Mom, Will, and I around the small table.  With two more, it meant I had to dodge a fork-full of mashed potatoes as it lanced at my left eye.

“Nelson’s fronted the money as soon as they saw our initial data,” Dad went on.  “I mean, a lot of this is going to be revolutionary.  Some of the first finds were great, advances in metalurgy and composites, but some of this tech we’re getting online…”

“Wait,” Kyle interrupted, “online?  I thought this was an archeology site, you know, like pottery shards and that sort of thing.”

My parents looked at him and started laughing.  I couldn’t help but join in, especially at the the thought of my mother picking up alien pottery shards.  Kyle just looked confused and I decided that I’d probably better explain a bit.  “So, as far as my parents can tell, Century’s ancient aliens weren’t native to the planet.  They settled at a few locations, mostly near the poles where it’s, well, a lot nicer.”

“Yeah, there’s some ruins near my parent’s house,” Kyle nodded, “but there’s not much there, just tumbled stones and the Wall.”

“Right, the Wall,” my dad nodded.  “That’s the big clue that they were technologically advanced.”  The Wall was a massive, gutted construct, over a thousand feet high, which surrounded the main sets of alien ruins.  “Our first colonists, well they weren’t too focused on preserving things and the ruins provided some useful building materials.  Plus there was sort of an initial artifact rush with some of the Second Wave, and well…” he shrugged, “anything that might have survived a million years of exposure was pretty much destroyed, or else sold to private collectors off-world.”

“Except for pottery shards and that sort of thing,” my mom nodded.  “There’s a few finds, most of it already extensively cataloged, but you have to go into the deep desert here in the south to find any of the ruins that weren’t thoroughly picked over.”

“So, you guys found something special?” My boyfriend looked puzzled.

“We think that Black Mesa was a research site or maybe even a military outpost,” My dad said.  “The main site is deeply buried, almost a kilometer below the mesa.  Most of the upper levels were filled with junk and sand, it took us years to work our way deeper.

“We reached the central zone about five years ago,” my mom said.  “Since then, we’ve found dozens of artifacts in excellent shape.  The cool dry air down there has preserved things in remarkable fashion.  Other sites on Century, there are clear signs that these aliens, they packed everything in an orderly fashion and left, they didn’t leave much behind.

“Here, though,” my dad smiled, “here it looks like the equipment was either too difficult to recover or they just didn’t have time.  We think they purposely collapsed part of the main access tunnel and dumped sand down there to prevent access.  But after we got past that…”

“Dozens of finds.  Much of it preserved almost perfectly,” Mom nodded.  “Stuff that’s fifty, maybe a hundred years ahead of us, maybe more.  That’s why we got the grant, the research we’re doing is going to give Century a huge leg up over the next few decades as we figure out all kinds of things about these aliens and their technology.”

“Doesn’t that violate the Alien Act, though?” Kyle asked nervously.

He had reason to sound nervous.  The UN Star Guard enforced the Alien Act of 483 GD.  One might say, they did so in a draconian fashion.  Any contact with aliens, beyond shooting them on sight, brought with it a host of penalties, up to and including death.  The causes for that were topics of our military history classes, and the violence of the Erandi and the constant warfare with the Culmor were among the central reasons.

“No,” Dad snorted.  “It’s not like we’re talking with these aliens, their civilization visited Century over a million years ago.  They predate even the rise of the Erandi Empire, as best as we can estimate.  They’re long gone.  What we’re doing is no different from salvage efforts to recover Culmor or Erandi ships or equipment after a battle… only we’re learning a great deal in the process.”

My mom nodded quickly, though I noticed her dart a glance at Sashi.  I wonder what that’s about.

“We’ve thoroughly vetted this through Nelson University’s law section, and believe it or not, it’s gone all the way to Century’s Central Courts for review, just to be certain.  We’re well within what’s allowed by the Guard Charter… even if we aren’t technically under the Charter.”  My mom adopted a tone of bitterness at that last part, and I couldn’t blame her.  The more I learned about the Guard and how they enforced the UN Star Guard Charter, the more bitter I felt about how we got all of the restrictions and none of the benefits out here on the Periphery.  Century wasn’t just a barren, dusty world, it was a distant and lonely one.  We were on one of the outermost flanks of colonized space, way out past the official borders of Guard Space, in what most people referred to as the Periphery.

“Oh, okay,” Kyle said.  “So, not pottery shards, actual technology and devices.  What kind of stuff, then?”  I couldn’t help but lean forward.  My parent’s hadn’t told me much about what they’d been doing, specifically, only that things had been “very promising.”

“Well…” Dad said with a glance at my mother.  “Some of it is… well, not really classified, so much as confidential.  Regardless of the purpose of this facility, there are some definite military applications to some of our discoveries.”

I felt a chill at his words and I couldn’t help but think about Tony Champion’s interest in my parent’s work… and how he and his father Issac had been selling weapons technology to smugglers and pirates.  And Scarpitti tried to kill me, because she was worried I’d recognize a map of my parent’s dig site…

Surely, though, the presence of the Enforcers out here and the fact that the entire smuggling ring had been rolled up would keep my parent’s safe… right?

“None of it is secret,” Mom rolled her eyes.  “Yes, there’s some definite military applications, but there’s also generic engineering and scientific applications.  Even medical applications.  In fact, a major part of what we’ve been involved with is a smart-material that may one day be useful for medical implants.  This stuff is tough enough that has survived a million years with minimal decay, while at the same time still retaining it’s reconfigurable properties…” Mom trailed off.  “Well, anyway, that’s just the leading edge of the sandstorm.  Some of the machinery on the lower levels is massive, orders of magnitude beyond anything we’ve found up until now.  Some of it is clearly power production.  This might have been a main power hub for their presence on this planet…”

Mom had clearly warmed up to the subject and as she began to go into detail, I just sat back and let the words roll over me.  For a moment, I felt like I was a kid again, listening to her and Dad talk about all the little details, the puzzle pieces of the past that they tried to put together.  Some part of me understood their fascination.  Yet, at the same time, it was the future, not the past that called to me.  I didn’t want to piece together long-dead civilizations and ancient technology, I wanted to be building a future for my world.

Well… now I wanted to be building and protecting that future.  I’d seen that not everyone was as willing to get along as one could hope.  There were people out there who would use violence to get what they wanted… and I’d learned the hard way that I could use violence of my own to stop them.

My feelings of home and family felt distant.  For a moment, my mind went to a dark closet where the smugglers had locked me, to the place where they’d nearly killed me… until I killed them.

And again, I thought of Commander Scarpitti, who had nearly killed me, all because she thought I was a threat.  I’d killed her, instead, in a combination of planning and sheer luck.

Both times I’d barely survived.  I just hoped that next time I faced a situation like that, I’d be better prepared.

“Jiden, you okay?” Will asked from next to me.  My little brother looked a little worried.

“Yeah,” I said, forcing myself to smile.  My dad was gesturing with his mashed-potatoes-laden fork again, while talking about how they’d excavated the initial dig.  He had clearly warmed up to his captive audience, and I could tell from how Kyle’s and Sashi’s eyes had glazed over, that he’d lost them both.  This was why I’d chosen to join the Militia, defending my family, protecting them from the people who would do them harm.  It was something I was good at… winning when my life was on the line.

I felt the knot in my stomach unclench and my smile became more genuine.  All of my uncertainties melted away and I went back to enjoying the moment.  Tomorrow there would be plenty of time to worry about the future, tonight I could enjoy the fruit of my victories.