They are the Anrisan Air Captains and they are exciting to work with. However, I am not going to stop there, oh no. Today, I am kicking off my Write It Forward campaign. Everyone who reads this and is a writer must continue the cycle by posting an excerpt of one of their current or recent works as well.
Please, comment in my blog with a link to your excerpt, or hit me on twitter @MAWeeden so that your followers can see what you are up to as well. Facebook is an option if you don't have a blog. Instead of excuses, I'd prefer to actually do some reading tonight. :) Enjoy the following excerpt and remember Write It Forward!
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“Just a minute!” Brandyn called out
as he rushed toward the door. A quick look through the small square peephole
revealed his roommate, Prospect Arin Lushe, leaning on the other side. Brandyn backed
away and activated the round dial to the left of the plasiglass doorframe. The
door slid noiselessly down into a thin slit in the floor and Arin wasted no
time in crossing over it into their room. He looked Brandyn in the eyes as he
passed but said nothing.
“Nope. I’m not going to ask, Lushe.
Not this time.” Brandyn joked.
His roommate didn’t reply. It was
obvious, however that Arin was barely containing his mirth. Brandyn watched him
saunter over to the closet door and began punching an identity code on the
square buttons of the lockpad.
Brandyn sighed but allowed a thin
smile to show itself on his face. A face he only just remembered was half
covered with hygiene gel. His eyes flicked down to the dress white military
uniform slacks he was wearing and for a moment he panicked, afraid that in his
carelessness some of the gel might have dripped down onto them. It would be
nearly impossible to get the gel off the uniform and the material dried before
the ceremony began later this morning. Thankfully, a cursory examination proved
his fears unfounded.
He stepped further into the small
training quarters to a set of twin sinks against the back wall. Brandyn looked
in the mirror, reached down to reclaim his shaving edge, and resumed preparing
himself for graduation. He slid the sharp edge along his jaw line delicately,
careful to avoid nicking his cheek.
After today, Prospect Brandyn Teris would be an Anrisan Air Captain; he didn’t want his first battle scar to come via an embarrassing shaving accident.
“Hurry up, Teris! We’re going to be
late!”
It seemed Lushe finally felt like
talking. Brandyn stopped shaving long enough to say “Look who’s talking!
Instead of getting ready like your eminent roommate has been all morning,
you’ve been off dallying with a nurse from the medical domicile.”
Lushe gasped in exaggerated shock as
he stuck his head out from the small closet he was rummaging through, “Me?
Dallying with a nurse? How dare you impugn my honor! Today is a remarkably
solemn day and I would never disgrace
myself by engaging in such activ-“
“She was a waitress from the meal
room then, wasn’t she?” Brandyn interrupted.
Laughter came out of the closet. A
moment later so did Lushe carrying his dress uniform unceremoniously in his
arms. Brandyn briefly wondered where the man would find time to get into it
before they were supposed to report to the Brazen Courtyard.
“Yes,” Lushe answered dramatically, “But she was so much more than a
waitress. More like a deity of desire!”
Brandyn rolled his eyes and faced
the mirror again. He finished shaving as Lushe prattled on about how this girl
was the one he had been searching for but he had no idea how to proceed given
that he was leaving the facility tonight. Instead of replying, Brandyn just let
him talk knowing that Lushe sometimes accomplished more while he was running
his mouth than he might if forced into a proper conversation.
Sure enough, by the time Brandyn
dried his face from shaving and turned around, his friend was already in the
uniform slacks and was pulling the white undershirt over his chiseled torso. He
offered Lushe a sympathetic half-grin and then stepped over to the wall to his
left and pressed a small blue button on the otherwise smooth white surface. A
thin seam suddenly appeared along the wall and a short, flat bed with a dark
blue covering emblazoned with the Air Captain Logo – a white Multi Craft
silhouette flying through a silver wreath - emerged from the wall. On it was
his dress uniform’s shirt and jacket. Both were startlingly white and
unadorned. Prospects didn’t earn awards.
He examined the shirt carefully
before removing it and sliding his right arm into a sleeve. As he started with
his left arm he heard Lushe say, “Did that trick actually work; pressing it
flat by leaving it in your combo bed?”
“Yes, Lushe, it did work. Why do you
always doubt my methods?” The question wasn’t entirely serious, but it wasn’t
completely in jest either.
“Because I didn’t think of them!” Lushe fired back with a grin and a
chuckle, “I’m always number two when compared to you, Brand. You are always one
step ahead. First to fly.”
Despite the laughter, he wondered if
Lushe actually resented that fact. “First to die.” Brandyn stated automatically
before adding with a wink, “Besides you are number one with the ladies, Arin.”
“That’s true,” Lushe said with a
wide grin, “I deserve a medal for handsomeness. They should call it ‘The
Irresistible Star’. Though instead of pinning it on my uniform, they should
give me dozens of them to hand out to the ladies I meet.”
In that moment Brandyn began to
doubt his eagerness for it all to end. Arin Lushe might be a bit overbearing at
times but Brandyn had become accustomed to having his friend around. For six
years they’d been roommates together here at the Vanbourgolie Air Captain
Academy. There could not have been two more different men in the entirety of
the Corps but somehow that helped them achieve more in the team drills than
anyone else. They’d become mild celebrities amongst the other Prospects. It seemed
the duo could not be bested at any war game or trial.
“Sure, Lushe, whatever you say.”
Arin went to the sink and began to hastily shave his cheeks as Brandyn lifted his jacket from the bed and examined it carefully. Everything was in place and properly sewn. Nevertheless he meticulously double-checked the decorative buttons and seams. He knew there were no mistakes but it felt good to have a place to expend some nervous energy.
Brandyn had long anticipated this moment. He had expected to feel a sense of completion or fulfillment at accomplishing his lofty goals but now that the time was here he found himself feeling uncertain and a little overwhelmed.
“Air Captain Brandyn Teris,” He muttered to himself as he pulled the jacket on, zipping it up the front and checking to make sure the short tail in the back wasn’t rumpled. His hands tugged at the bottom to test the jacket’s fit before finally turning to look in the mirror.
Tears threatened to well up in his eyes. Light blue eyes that matched the trim of his otherwise brilliant white jacket and dark brown hair that matched the belt and shoes. His immaculate posture presented the uniform as proudly as his father once had. Suddenly it was not his reflection staring intently back at him from the mirror but his father’s. Brandyn imagined the lone tear rolling down his smooth cheek was actually traveling his father’s face as he looked on at his son with pride.
He wiped the tear from his jawbone
with his thumb before realizing Lushe was standing next to him, speaking words
that echoed his thoughts, “Your father would have been proud, Brand. You are
doing more than filling his shoes.” Brandyn felt his roommate’s hand rest on
his shoulder as he leaned in close, “You didn't just get yourself through the toughest school in the Free Nations, but me as
well. I will never forget that.”
Brandyn turned to face his friend
and blinked back a new wave of tears. “I know.”
He felt Lushe grab his hand and
shake it gently. When he let go, Lushe smiled as widely as only he could before
turning away to finish dressing himself.He felt Lushe grab his hand
and shake it gently. When he let go, Lushe smiled as widely as Brandyn had ever
witnessed before turning away to finish getting ready. He felt Lushe grab his
hand and shake it gently. When he let go, Lushe smiled as widely as Brandyn had
ever witnessed before turning away to finish getting ready.
There was nothing left to say. No words could communicate the bond they had forged here and it would have been foolish to try. Instead, Brandyn knew, they would honor each other’s memory by continuing to uphold the standard their new uniforms implied. They would honor their memory and the memory of everyone else who wore the same uniform by serving the people of the Free Nations of Anrisa either through commitment to their duties or, if necessary, self-sacrifice.
“Hey, Brand, have you seen my dress shoes?”
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I truly hope you enjoyed the read! Remember to Write It Forward by posting a link to an excerpt of your own work and then ask your readers to keep it going. Who knows, maybe we'll help someone out of writer's block or connect tomorrow's next famous collaboration. Can't hurt, right?
Just post it.
~Matt
