#Spaceheist

Side blog for posts on my current science fiction WIP about the datarunner Ziyo and her crew

[ziyo6691]

So for Nanowrimo this year I’m writing a short novel in the same universe as #Spaceheist. The Girl who Ran is about a young aristocrat called Asteria Saijin who is forced to go on the run from the largest corporation in the solar system after her father is caught trying to leak industry secrets. Abandoned by her friends, her only companion is an enslaved bodyguard that would kill her in a heartbeat if it ever got free. 

[ziyo6691]

“What do you want me to say? Zanna said.

I didn't even realise that Shess could talk. Objectively, I knew that the hessu had had to prove they had language; but people always differentiated between the harmless Pechor native species and their deadly warrior cousins.

Shess were slaves. They understood enough language to receive and follow orders. People didn't speak to them like they could be reasoned with, didn't place a hand under their eye in one of the only patches of dark blue skin where no quills grew and lean forward so their foreheads were touching, Hasu’s dark hair against the bright colours of Zanna’s quills.

[ziyo6691]

"Mining communities are heavily polysexual," Ari said. "I'm asexual. Never quite fit in. I spent a while as a pilot, got all my training there, but I always wanted to see more, do more. Ran into Hasu making terrible decisions in a spaceport and figured she needed someone to tell her which end of the throttle to hold." He smiled over at me. "Mining's always gonna be where I came from, but it never gave me what I needed."

[ziyo6691]

There was a new human sitting in the pilot seat. Her skin was soaia-dark and when she smiled it was like her teeth shone. “Hi,” she said brightly, hopping out of the chair to give me her hand. The tips of her fingers were gold, matching the three perfectly straight gold lines running parallel down her cheek and neck and under the line of her shirt. “Galiana Atazo. Call me Gally, everybody does. Pronouns are she/her, primary languages are anglo and Rechan, and I am legally obligated to inform you that I am an inmate of the Dantor prison system.”

[ziyo6691]

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"You got no skills and no strength and there's plenty of workers with that combo who have their papers in order. You get sold with the trash, down to the ice farms on Recho. One small transit shuttle, an elevator ride down and that shiny white planet is where you will remain until they jet your body into the black." * 'Growth potential', is a phrase tiny nothing places use to pretend they aren't tiny nothing places. It's what humans said when they started dropping buildings into the sea on Zdan. They may not look like much now, but these buildings have growth potential. Turned out what they had was plenty of potential for being eaten by acid. * However mixed up geography was on stations; if up was down and left was right and we had to switch orientation six times on a walk from one point to another, all locations were still in whatever arbitrary direction Hasu felt like pointing and woe betide anyone who suggested she might get lost.

[hustleinatrap]

Can we take a moment to appreciate islandboiphotography’s work. Happy Blackout Day!

[ziyo6691]

Today's crafting session yielded a Zanna! Zanna is a member of the spaceship crew, chief mumblemumble officer in charge of mumblesomething. A Shess from the planet Pechor, in 3rd orbit. Shess are notable for the quills growing across their backs and arms, and their tail armed with a barb that can be fired great distances. All free shess should be regarded as armed and extremely dangerous. Do not approach and call your nearest police orbiter as soon as possible.