The Naked Truth – An Excerpt

I’m looking forward to June and the release of the second in my sci-fi series of novellas with Carina Press. 🙂 It’s exciting, but it seems as though I’ve been waiting forever! And the fun (read torturous) thing is I am just finishing the next in the series as I wait. 🙂

Here’s an excerpt of the upcomming book – hope you like it!

The Naked Truth – June 13, 2011 – Carina Press

“Fuckitall,” Captain Susan Branscombe slurred as she woke to the sound of gunfire and running footsteps. She lay on the cold floor of an empty storage room; only the light from the force bindings on her arms and legs provided any illumination. She shivered then groaned in pain as the trembling motion brought cramps to her arms and legs. If they didn’t unbind her and let her up soon, she wouldn’t be able to walk.
She grimaced in the darkness. Even that tiny motion sent waves of pain across her face and down her neck. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk anyway after the last beating.
Susan could taste blood in her mouth. The coppery tang would have made her wretch if she hadn’t strictly controlled herself. She wasn’t certain how badly she was injured – one wound on her leg seeped and bled where she’d been burned, and her arm was definitely broken, along with several fingers. Dried blood caked on one cheek pulled as she grimaced, and her head throbbed. How bad is my face? They’d cut off her hair and sliced her cheek and nose.
Before she could begin to pity herself, the floor heaved in a sudden explosion.
They were under attack. Not surprising. She’d told them the way to the base and now she would die, along with the terrorists that held her captive. At least she could end it knowing her fellow Starforce Marines would defeat them. They were a kick-ass bunch, every one of them, and she was damn proud to be among them, even if this was how it ended.
Another booming explosion threw her against the wall of the tiny room. This is it. Soon the walls of the ship would rip open, and she would die in the cold void of space. Thank God. She was so tired of pain; death would be welcome. She waited, but a final explosion didn’t come. Instead the room grew even blacker. She realized she was losing consciousness and fought against it.
Sue flinched as bright beams of light swept across the room and over her. A blurred face appeared before her, and rough hands reached out to grab roughly at the lapels of her ruined uniform.
“Get it over with, asshole,” she ground out through pain. She resisted as she was lifted, but the blackness returned and stole away the last of her defiance.

* * *

Confederacy Examiner Asler Kiis sat at the large oval conference table and listened with waning patience to the chaos around him. His long robes, although of the softest chammiss available, were heavy and irritating. The drone of constant chatter from the ongoing conference was also annoying, and the reason for calling the conference even more so. He tapped his fingers against the polished walnut surface of the table, admiring its quality and the striking pattern of the unique Earth product even as he planned his next move.
As Lead Examiner during the mission to contact the human race, he was also Examiner Advocate for the Earth people until such a time as the first treaty between the Confederacy and the humans was complete. Whether the humans knew it or not, he was there to protect and defend them.
Of course, should the need arise he was also there to judge and punish as necessary. It was the highest position he’d achieved to date, and the most honor his clan had garnered in three generations. He was the youngest Examiner to achieve Advocate position in a hundred years, and he wasn’t about to lose the chance to make history.
His entourage of fellow officers and Co-Examiner, Salis Fiiten, sat with him on one side of the table. All waited silently as the members of Earth’s Starforce Marines argued among themselves on the other side. Or, at least some of them argued. Top Admiral Jeffers and Base Commander Davies sat as silently as the Confederacy team. These were the men to watch.
In many ways, Earth people were not dissimilar to his own, Asler thought, but most humans lacked the ability to touch each other as his people did, mind to mind. Perhaps this was why they were so loud and argued so much. Maybe if he had been older than his thirty years—maybe if he had been as aged as his predecessor—he could have continued to wait while the humans fought it out. But he wasn’t.
“Enough,” he echoed the thought aloud to Salis. Silently he mind-spoke to him. “No more wasting time. Tell Admiral Jeffers we have made our decision, and if Earth wishes to begin Treaty talks with us, we must, and will, have control over this investigation into the attack.”
As he spoke the words into the mind of his partner, he stood, bringing the attention of the room back to him and his silent officers. In the first days of the initial treaty talks a vicious attack had damaged both Inarrii and human starships. The Confederacy demanded a measure of control over the investigation into the attack, an investigation which the humans seemed determined to handle alone. The argument, not the first of its kind, had raged for the last half-hour of Earth time, monopolized by the Earth military. It was not going to continue.
Salis, rising with his co-Examiner, explained once again that the Confederacy would conduct the investigation or would break off the treaty discussions.
Immediately several voices broke into heated argument. One caught Asler’s attention—grizzled Earth Starforce Base Commander Davies, who until this moment had sat silently at the admiral’s side.
“Captain Branscombe must be excused from any investigation!” the base commander demanded. His face was flushed and his words ripped through the clamor. “She’s suffered enough at the hands of these terrorists,” he insisted. “There is no reason to believe she had anything to do with this attack. She’s been tortured, for Christ’s sake.”
“She may very well have been forced to give up the location of the base,” interjected a young man. Asler had determined the speaker was a Starforce Lieutenant by his insignia and likely to be an Earth lawyer of some sort. The position was not one that Asler’s race employed; with Examiners there could be no doubt when truth was determined, and therefore there was no need to argue over motivation, or punishment.
“Or perhaps she gave it up willingly after being with them this long,” insisted another officer.
The argument had been heard before. What caught Asler’s ear was the sincerity and concern ringing behind the base commander’s words. The sentiments were echoed in his emotional projection. Obviously the old man cared for the woman as if she was his own child. The base commander’s rage over her treatment and his fear over what might happen to her at the hands of the alien Confederacy tugged at Asler’s heart. While Asler wouldn’t enter another’s mind uninvited, this man’s emotions rose and pushed past the barriers of his mind and overflowed clearly into the room.
Asler’s beliefs would never allow an innocent to be mistreated, but he had to make a demonstration of the Confederacy’s power. The two compulsions pulled at him, and his head throbbed in reaction. There were factions on Earth that believed the Confederacy should leave, that for humans to work with aliens was an abomination. Their voices were a force, albeit a small one, in the human media.
As an Examiner, Asler knew his duty was to prove the Confederacy’s strength by finding answers, and then to quickly mete out punishment where it was due. Perhaps the woman was innocent, but having been found on the vessel that had attacked the first scheduled Treaty talks, he too had to wonder how much she had told, how much she had been involved. As a Starforce Marine pilot she knew enough to be dangerous in enemy hands.
He squared his shoulders. Above all, the truth must be revealed. He signaled his entourage of fellow officers and as a group they stood beside him and Salis, and turned to leave the room.
“Wait,” a voice filled with command called to them.
Asler turned back, already hearing the capitulation tinged with frustration in the mind of the Starforce admiral. Asler noted the power in his strong shoulders belying the heavy creases in his face. This was a man accustomed to the weight of responsibility.
“Admiral Jeffers,” Asler responded, his trained voice perfectly even, uninflected with any emotion.
“The investigation is yours. You’ll have full access to all our databases and scans of what happened. A complete record will be beamed to you immediately.”
“And the surviving prisoners – the captured Starforce officer?”
The admiral’s lips thinned. He laid a hand on the shoulder of the base commander who had protested so strongly, calming him with a gesture not unlike one Asler would use in the same situation. “They’re yours.” He raised his other hand as his grip on Base Commander Davies became stronger. “But you will consult us before any and all judgments are made.”
Asler heard the iron in the admiral’s voice, but he knew he had to be the stronger opponent in this confrontation. The Confederacy must have compliance. “You will not be involved in any judgment, Admiral. However, we will inform you before any punishments are meted out.”
Asler turned and left as the protests began again behind him. His thoughts were grim as he walked quickly through the hallways of the Earth vessel toward his shuttle. It was doubtful this would be the last time the argument came up. Earth’s people didn’t trust the Confederacy yet—and how could they, really? They’d only been contacted a few months earlier. But if Earth was to be saved from pillaging by the larger universe, they must become part of the Confederacy. It was either that or be stripped of their resources by the pirates the Confederacy battled on a daily basis.
The more he interacted with Earth people like the admiral and the base commander, the more they seemed worth saving. But he needed data, needed to understand them better in order to fight for a decent treaty for them. Despite being the Examiner Advocate for Earth, even despite the fact that his clan relied on him and his current rank to bring them status, he knew himself well enough that if he didn’t believe in his cause, he wouldn’t argue as effectively as he could. Earth had resources that the Confederacy wanted—metals and organics like the fine wooden conference table, and most of all imaginative, intelligent and culturally diverse people. In return, the Confederacy could offer protection and technological advancement for the planet. A treaty would benefit everyone—Earth, the Confederacy, himself and even his clan, millions of light years away on their home planet Inarr. But he still wouldn’t support the treaty without having faith in the people.
He’d met only one human on a personal level at this point, not counting those attending the elaborate and lengthy treaty negotiations. Earth’s Starforce Major David Brown had made first contact with the Inarrii—or rather, they had contacted him. Major Brown was a strong and commanding presence, a man Asler enjoyed meeting. He spoke easily and commanded the men in his squad of fighter pilots with care and integrity. He handled his new role as emissary with equal care. Brown’s personality had played a big part in the willingness of Confederacy representatives, like Asler, to begin Treaty negotiations with Earth that would greatly favor the humans, although they were likely unaware of the fact as yet.
“If we find their officer guilty, they’ll never trust us,” Salis stated flatly into Asler’s mind. He paused in front of the entrance as the security scanner took his genetic imprint for comparison.
“They may not.” Asler mentally replied. “We’ll know soon enough.”

Wow, I love that. I know you aren’t supposed to say you love your own stories, but I do. 🙂 I try to always open my stories with a bag – book one opened with the heroine crashing to Earth on her alien spy ship. 🙂  What do you think?

Lilly

www.lillycain.com

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8 comments

  1. Yup, your opening hooked this reader.

    I’m open to different kinds of openings, though. If it’s a quiet, thoughtful, character-driven book I would expect an opening that kind of lets me know this. Your opening promises tons of action and conflict. I’ll have to read it to see if it delivers *grin*

    Available for pre-order yet?

    1. Hi Diane!

      I love character driven stories too – I am an ecclectic reader and find joy in so many kinds of books. 🙂 The Naked Truth won’t be available for pre-order until June 1, I beleive at http://www.carinapress.com but I couldn’t wait any longer to share. 😉

  2. Love it, Lilly! And it comes out just in time for me to take it on vacation 🙂

    1. Hey Cathy – thanks – I hope you enjoy it! 🙂 It’s a hot quick read. I really enjoyed writing it – one of those books that had to be pulled along a bit but was really worth the effort. 🙂

  3. Looking forward to it!

    1. Thanks Charlie! 🙂 I am just wrapping up the third book now. There are four planned for the Confederacy treaty series.

  4. Congrats Lilly! Looks great!

    1. Thanks! 🙂 I’ve enjoyed the sci-fi novella series so far, but I am looking forward to writing something longer in the sci-fi category so I can get more in depth with the world building.

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