Dax, low status and a non-conformist, is stuck in the middle of the unending aliens wars. It’s 2187, and Earth has the Katarga trapped on the moon, refusing to allow them to escape. Then there are ongoing threats from the Piltrak and Jurale, which forces Global Command to recruit 15-year-olds like Dax, as soldiers. She never imagined she’d be advanced as a soldier, yet she was hand-picked by gruff Commander Viteri and taken from her parents, never to see them again. She doesn’t want to kill aliens, and suspects there’s more to the wars than keeping the aliens at bay. The problem is, she has to find a way to stay alive long enough to reveal the truth.
Targeted Age Group:: 15+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Wars should be a last resort, a desperate stand against an enemy, but most wars are created for greed, power, and money. This horrifies me, so this book comes from my strong distaste for wars.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I wanted a strong female protagonist who finds friends in the strangest place. I also know that the military recruits young men and women because their brains have not fully formed and they are more susceptible and easily manipulated than adults, therefore, I made this book about young adults being manipulated.
I take one deep breath, let it out slowly, and then another. I’m still trembling. It’s not working.
Before the boy sits, Viteri motions to him. “Recruits, for those of you too ignorant to know, this is Tablon Neemiss, Senior Lead recruit and heir to the Neemiss financial enterprise. He scored a perfect 100% on his exit exams and has won every Early Training Simulation game he’s played. Take a good look at him because he’s in charge of you. Your duty will be to protect him and die for him.”
My duty is to die? Tablon marches down the aisle to his seat, with a sneer set on his face. I sneak a closer look at him while he’s busy fastening his restraints and wonder how he got that scar. And what is an Early Training Simulation game? I’ve never heard of it. Nobody ever said I could practice training.
When he’s strapped in, the ship zooms up into the sky again and Tablon lets out a whoop. Nobody receives an electric shock this time for the outburst.
He turns and looks at me with a cocky smirk. “Like what you see, smudge? Too bad because I don’t associate with smudges.” He laughs, leans back and closes his eyes.
My jaw hurts from clenching my teeth. I’ve only heard the term “smudge” once before when one of the boys at school called his little sister a smudge. It meant she was worthless and if she was advanced, would end up as a smudge as the result of being on the frontlines. I may not know much, but one thing I do know is that I’m no smudge.
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