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WIP Intro

Thriving: Rebirth (aka “Book 3″)

Converging wars wage within the Milky Way, forcing the hands of those who helped start it. A civilization rises from the ashes, taking their permanent spot on their new home. One half of a whole falls farther from their path, while the other carves theirs from soft stone. The Emmuli grow stronger, extending their feelers into the universe as they move closer to their main, malicious goal.

Protagonists:

Warren ➳ Things are beginning to look up for Warren in so many ways, but finding himself in the year 2272 is probably not one of them. He’s forced to take things in stride but perhaps it’s not as idyllic as he’s been trying to believe. As usual, there’s no time to process as he’s thrust straight into an intergalactic war he had a hand in starting.

Thrive ➳ Hundreds of years of waiting and working with little to no rest has paid off, he’s achieved two separate accomplishments once believed to be impossible. But the constant battles in every aspect of his life have started to take a toll, and while he grows more powerful, he also grows weaker. The consequences of an ill-fated decision weigh him down as he pushes himself to the limit to bring down the tyrants fueling the war.

Notable Characters:

Guetry ➳ If you need fashion or makeup advice in the 23rd century, you call Guetry Sympa. If you need someone offed or thrown into the cube for holding venevan children hostage and enslaving them, you also call Guetry Sympa. He takes no shit, but he’ll defend his friends, loved ones, and innocents until he’s got no breath left in him. He’s witty and charming and wildly talented, and a little unpredictable, a big troublemaker with a heart of gold.

Alec ➳ Having known Guetry since she was a freshman in high school, Alec Wu has a bit of the Sympa unpredictability engrained within her. She went a different direction with her career focus, repairing and maintaining starships for the Node, while also maintaining her half of the band she formed with Guetry, Skywaste.

Varussa ➳ A master pilot with several accolades received during her time in the war, Encalar Varussa is sweet and cheerful, as is typical for the silhou. Since being separated for their respective roles in battle, she and her sister are closer than ever, reluctant to be on a mission without each other in case something happens. She’s kind but badass, the best pilot in the silhou forces.

Emnophene ➳ Varussa’s twin sister and a fighter with unmatched skill. Her natural abilities may be unusually lacking but don’t let that fool you as she knows her way around a weapon of both the handheld and ship varieties. She’s not as happy-go-lucky as her sister but her intentions are the same, she’s compassionate and full of resolve that only aids her in times of trouble.

Osillo ➳ Stern and quiet, OsilloLotas was once a Silver Commander of the Highfleet in the Cyrio Faction and Captain of OmmilliCulos’ Royal Guard. Being a lenayan sniper forbids error, therefore their streak of hits has been unbroken their entire life. They’re commanding but understanding, easily finding trust in their friends despite their scarred and tough exterior.

Scotty ➳ Subcutaneous Operational and Tactical System, or SCOT, was developed by NodeSource and implanted into Guetry’s brain during an accidental overdose to repair and maintain basic neurological functions, but he’s viewed as an upgrade rather than an inconvenience. He improves everything from aim and vision to memory and speech and provides vital information when needed to keep a mission going. He’s artificial but a loyal and trusted companion.

Minor Characters:

DeCosta ➳ Leandra DeCosta, human delegate for the Consortium. A thorn in Guetry’s side, but cares about his wellbeing all the same. Isn’t the sole representative for humanity for no reason.

Mataxa ➳ Delegate for Rebellia Rotanga and a descendant of Hataxis, the nuaclan Rotanga who launched the rebellion.

Pax ➳ Hybrid nuaclan general of the Rebellia.

Feyth ➳ Feyth Rys Gara, Morrite operative in the Rebellia.

Gosrah and Nar ➳ Graha siblings fighting for the freedom of their race from the venevans.

Nyra ➳ Venevan double agent, Ysha’s half-sister, integral to taking down the tyrant.

Hyret ➳ The Blue Prince—descendant of Elygro and mastermind behind all of Morre’s involvement with the war. Allegiant Rotangans and Morrite loyalists answer to him.

and 70 more very spoilery characters I cannot mention at this time. (...okay it’s more like 10 but...well, it’s hard to explain, just trust me.)

A Handful of Favorite Lines:

"What's the plan now, old man?" Guetry asked Thrive. "I would personally suggest going in with reckless abandon and to start fighting anyone you see." "...Really?" "Yes, really." "Cool," Guetry said before kicking in the door and charging onto the base.

***

"Shouldn't you be studying?" Guetry quipped. Warren glared at him. "Can you give me a few minutes for my anxiety attack to fully manifest before getting on my case, Dad?" "Ooh," Guetry gave a lewd grin, taking a swig of the gu'l. "Found my secret kink."

***

When he ran out of words, he drank. Drained the one bottle and enthusiastically accepted the one Guetry had been nursing. They sat in quiet only broken by the hum of the ship around them. "It sounds like maybe you're an actual idiot," Guetry said at length. "I know," Warren said immediately. "It's my brain's fault. We haven't exactly been on speaking terms for a while."

***

"Well...make sure you take it easy. I know what it's like to be over-stressed. Maybe come watch me and Guetry play a set sometime." That piqued Warren's interest. "Play a set? Like...as in a band?" "Yeah!" Alec said, beaming. "It was kind of a casual thing for a while in school, but we've taken it very seriously in the last decade or so. We're pretty well-known around the Node." The doors slid open and Guetry stood on the threshold, pulling a layer of clothing up to reveal a black t-shirt far too large for him with "SKYWASTE" in thin, white letters across the front. "...Your shirt is very nice, honey," Warren said, affecting the most patronizing tone he could muster.

***

Thrive swung the rifle as he walked to the door. "Once we deal with the checkpoint, grab any and all armor you can that fits you; there will be no dying in our squad this evening. Understood?" Warren raised his hand. "Uh, I have an appointment for death tomorrow, can I still make that one?" "What you do after this mission is your business, Warren."

➸ WIP Intro for Book 1

➸ WIP Intro for Book 2

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Fictober '21 Prompt No. 4 — "Fine, I give up."

Category: Original WIP: Thriving series Rating: T Timeline: M31 arc...probably in the ballpark of book 4/book 5 CW: Alcohol and swearing. Word Count: 1,092 Additional Notes: as I finish this it occurs to me that there’s a pun in the timeline ☝🏽 and I have to say it was not intended

***

“Explain it to me like I’m five.”

Guetry swallowed his mouthful of beer and set the bottle next to his plate of yet-uneaten pizza. He placed the tips of one finger from each hand on the table to demonstrate his explanation. “Okay. There’s a ball. But it’s a small ball. Probably the size of my fist.”

Warren nodded across the table from him, bringing his beer to his lips. “I’m with you.”

“There’s a person over here”—Guetry tapped a specific spot on the table—“and they’re literally the most important person on the team right now. The person over here”—he tapped another spot—“is the most important person on the other team. The point of this guy is to get this guy to not even really play.”

“His entire purpose is to stop that guy from playing.”

“Right, yes. They want this guy to go away. So they take the ball and throw it at the guy and the guy either misses or hits it with a big stick.”

Warren paused in the middle of a swig. He lowered the bottle from his face. “There’s a stick?”

“...Yeah? There is a stick and a ball—”

“The pitcher throws the ball and the batter hits the ball and someone in the infield or the outfield has to catch the ball or throw it to a baseman to get the batter out.”

Guetry stared at him.

“Guetry, this is just baseball.”

“If this was baseball, don’t you think I would’ve said it was fucking baseball?” Guetry began to gesticulate more than demonstrate. “If I meant ‘this guy’s a batter and that guy’s a pitcher,’ I think I would’ve said ‘this guy’s a batter and that guy’s a pitcher,’ you piece of shit. You lived closer to the invention of the fucking sport than we are here, you think I don’t know that you know what motherfucking baseball is, motherfucker?”

Warren unexpectedly burst out laughing, beer threatening to shoot out of every orifice of his face. “Then what the hell is this game, dumbass?!”

Guetry maintained a level tone throughout his tirade. “If you would stitch your fucking mouth shut for a god damn second, I could explain to you that it’s not baseball because the point is not to run around a diamond until you’re home, it’s to try to hit the ball to a player with a net so they can then run or throw the ball to a predetermined goal before the timer runs down.”

“So it’s baseball and lacrosse, but weird.”

“Fine, I give up. Yes, Warren, it’s baseball, but over the years we decided that the sport was too stupid and rewrote all the rules to make it even stupider, and renamed it ‘domers’ after the guy who decided all of this because it just wasn’t stupid enough.” Guetry returned to his pizza, reclining in his chair to prop his feet up on the chair beside him. “In case you were wondering, which I know you weren’t, my team has been the Engines since I was a wee lad.”

“I’m sorry, the what?” Warren looked at him, feigning offense. “The who?”

“Don’t start. You heard exactly what I said.”

“Yeah, but I like busting your balls.” Warren finished his beer and took a big bite out of the pizza crust on his plate. “Almost as much as I like busting Thrive’s.”

Guetry grinned. “Didn’t peg the obhelian as a CBT kinda guy.”

“Uh-huh, you didn’t peg the obhelian at all, and it’s gonna stay that way if I have anything to say about it.” Warren sniffed. “That’s not what I meant anyway.”

“I’ll take you to a domers game sometime. Or at least a stadium showing. They’re usually based on a moon...I think this year it’s Earth’s turn.”

Warren expressed surprise. “Whoa wait, they play the game on moons? Why didn’t you lead with that?!”

“Because my goal in life is to make you feel like a moron,” Guetry said, banging his fist on the table to punctuate each word. He grabbed his beer and took a swig. “Also because I didn’t think about it.”

“Okay. Yeah, that sounds cool. How’s baseball faring, anyway?”

“Exclusively an Earth game, at least the leagues are. Got some silhou and Rotangan players, though. There used to be a couple Morrites but two of them had been using their tails, so Morrites as a whole had to be banned. Caused a huge stink, somewhat rightly so.”

“You ever been to one?”

“No.” Guetry’s brows pinched together. “Have you?”

“Just school stuff. Couple of my friends played. I did, too, just as an after-school hobby. Not for very long, though, ‘cause, uh...well. You know.”

Having known about Warren’s history regarding a certain lake when he was seventeen, Guetry waved a hand dismissively. “I get it. Guess we got stuff to do together when we have time, huh?”

Warren stood from the chair to swipe another beer from Guetry’s fridge. “‘When we have time’ being the operative phrase.”

“Think your man would like domers or baseball?”

“Ah, no. Definitely not. Sports would be beyond him. He only even tolerates my dancing because he knows how much I love it.”

Guetry chuckled.

“Also,” Warren said, reappearing at the table with a brand new frosty bottle, “when you say ‘domers’—”

“I meant the game this time.” Guetry glanced at the face of his wrist device and also stood up. “Wanna spend the night? I gotta be up in the morning for a recording session with Alec.”

“Sounds good.” Warren cracked the cap open with a sharp twist. “I got a couple messages to send out, I’ll be in in a bit.”

Guetry saluted on his way to the bathroom. By the time he was ready for bed, Warren had finished with his work and brought the beer into the bedroom. “Oh...does my nighttime routine really take that long?”

“Yes, but only because you’re a diva.”

“Skincare is important, Warren. Left or right?”

“I’m usually a right-side sleeper with Thrive...”

“Left it is.”

Warren snorted and set his empty bottle on the night stand, then removed his shoes and socks. “Asshole.”

“Hey, g’night, man. Love you.”

Slipping under the blankets, Warren stretched out and found he had more room than he expected. He curled up beside Guetry and allowed himself to relax, finding that his wobbliness from the beer certainly helped that along. “Love you too, G.”

“Lights, please, my dear.”

Scotty gradually dimmed the bedroom light until it was completely out. “Good night, gentlemen.”

Warren was asleep within five minutes.