In the Blink of An Alien Eye or The Children of Loki

Below is an actual excerpt: page 1 of the first Gezka FaucMerz & Kiel Bronson SF novel!


I lifted the bottle in the nick of time. The FaucMerz came crashing into the booth table with at least one opponent, wrapped together in a grappling bar fight. I pulled back in my seat. I didn’t know if I just felt old, or mature. I don’t get into many bar fights nowadays. I turned 50 Earth years old a couple of years ago now. Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t back down; its just that I start trouble even less than I used to. My name’s Kiel Bronson.
The FaucMerz made quick work of the end of her little tussel and I could tell it was time for us to leave.

Gezka looks a lot like a young, giant Earth woman but with a very special twist. If you’re an Earthling then you’ll see how alien she is, for a human. She’s bigger than most Earthling men, with strangely broad shoulders as well as hips and skin as pale as an albino’s. You probably won’t see her eyes; she wears special goggles to keep out the light in places where you might come across an Earthling.

Once you know what to look for, you can easily tell she’s a soldier. She’s one of Emperor Rejkyavik’s pieces of military equipment. They breed them out there. The use genetic engineering and eugenics, not to mention brainwashing and cultural separatism. In actual fact, I’m the first friend she’s ever made who isn’t also part and parcel of the ExxyNaav - that’s what her military force is called. Emperor Rejkyavik’s ExxyNaav. They are something along the lines of a “Space Navy” but its more different from how Earth handles it than that.

I found her. She’s all mine. The kid went AWOL, we still don’t know why. She told me she had just been field promoted to Captain - that means someone else died in combat so she gets the new job opening. She broke the law again by leaving Exterior Federation Territory and went to one of the few space stations in The Rim she had ever been to. Typical, she went somewhere she’d already been. I found her in there, ordering her first drink soaked in blood. Back home we call this guilty of murder. I think her perspective was more like war atrocities, but that’s the trouble with taking a soldier out of combat and mixing them in with regular people too soon. She wasn’t ready and a lot of civilians died because of that.

I talked to her. She could tell I was some kind of Sergeant.