SHE-LOGY: Happy to introduce a guest post from the blogger behind Far Beyond Stars. It’s another unique set as it features the 3 heroines in the author’s sci-fi novel. I love that all 3 women have strong, fighting spirit. Thank you, Perse, for this creative contribution to SHE-LOGY! I love your writing style, it was an ease to read.
My blogging and writing name is Perse Show, from the blog/website Far Beyond the Stars. I’m studying to be a professional astronomer and I write novels in my free time. My current project, which I intend to publish, is called Penumbra and is a sci-fi/futuristic/dystopian genre story starring a US military captain, John Kepler, and an impoverished cripple named Anna Berman. The two other women I have chosen for this post are Mary Alcott and Susanna Brahe, aliens from the planet Tunica but with human heritage. I’ll let these three go ahead and tell their stories.
Hello, my name is Anna Berman. I grew up in the wealthy city of San Francisco on the west coast of the United States. My parents, Chad and Britney Berman, tell me they were once commanders in the military, but they’ve been discharged for as long as I can remember. They’ve never told me why, but I assume that’s why we don’t have a lot of money. I don’t think they ever got used to living without a military salary. I grew up not quite poor, but not wealthy either. After the accident that paralyzed my left leg, my parents went into debt over my medical expenses, and there’s no money left. The San Francisco city council asked us to leave, and we had to move to Wildomar, one of the most run-down cities in the west. I never gave up hope, though. I may not be able to buy a prosthetic leg, but I can learn to do anything. Since I’ve been spending more time with John on Tunica, I’ve grown even more confident in myself. I can tell John believes in me more than he believes in himself. The other day, he dared me to climb a Tunican tree. The Tunican trees that I’ve seen so far are nothing like what we have on Earth. Their lower branches remind me of those of mature sequoias, but farther up they’re bushy and tangled like oaks. They’re also the only trees I’ve ever climbed. I wasn’t sure I could at first because of my useless leg, but after the first few branches, it was actually pretty easy—and it was fun. I can’t remember the last time I had fun without my parents. They need me too much. But now that I’m on Tunica, helping Mary with her project and learning more about the Tunican resistance effort, I’m spending more time away from them than I ever have before. An ordinary US civilian might be frightened. Someone besides me might back away from the opportunities before me, especially someone with only one working leg. But that’s not who I am. I seize my opportunities. I’m sharp with my tongue. I know how to get my way, and I know how to succeed. I miss my parents, who still need me, but being out here on the planet Tunica is much better than being stuck on Earth, at the mercy of the United States’ corrupted government. I can’t remember the last time I trusted my government. I trust only myself, and the select few who have supported me and have never let me down—John, Mary, and my parents. Not many other people in this corrupt land are deserving.
And now, I hand you over to…
My name is Mary Alcott, and I’m a loyal fighter in the Tunican Revolution. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you much about it because I’ve only been fighting for a few days. Ifred, our leader, has gotten me up to date on most of the details, but I don’t trust him and he doesn’t trust me. I don’t blame him. After all, I did grow up in Florida, on Earth. I’ve been married under United States law and I was only chased out of human society when my baby boy was born. I’m lucky I don’t really have physical signs of my alien heritage, because it meant the US soldiers passed their eyes right over me. But my baby, Adrian, isn’t so lucky. He has a distinctive groove straight down the center of his face, running from the top of his forehead to the point of his chin, like any Tunican pureblood. It’s a cruel joke. Adrian has even less Tunican blood than I do. When he was born, my husband discovered the truth and cast me from his house. I didn’t give up, though. That is not an acceptable Tunican mentality. On Earth, a Tunican is worth about as much as a banana peel. We’re shot on sight. We’re not even wanted in the work force because the United States government fears overpopulation of Earth. Tunicans are supposed to stay on Tunica, where the US gets all its raw materials, and do their dirty work for them. But me, I’ll have none of that. The minute my husband relegated me to the status of a broken marionette toy, I went searching for another way to live. I soon chanced upon a US military captain I’d met when we were children back on Tunica, when his parents were on assignment there. His name is Tycho Brahe and he’s the only US soldier I know who’s married to a Tunican-human halfbreed, Susanna. They took me in, and as soon as I’d collected enough food to carry with me and feed myself and Adrian, I moved on. Ifred came to Earth on his starship soon after that and picked me up, but to my infinite surprise, he relegated me to the status of a slave! Imagine that. One of my own people! But no matter the abuse I’ll have to endure, I’m going to find a way back to my homeland. I’m going to fight for Tunica’s freedom from the United States with all my might, and I’ll never give up, no matter who tells me how useless my cause is. Susanna taught me a few things about human medicine, and now at least I can work with the prisoner Ifred brought back from Earth. Her name’s Anna, and she has quite a spirit, but she’s her country’s favorite mind-control subject and it’s my job to figure out the science behind what they’ve done to her. Maybe, in the process, I can free her as well. But nothing’s for certain in this war-wrought world of ours.
Now for my last character…
I’ll make this brief, since I’m a little out of breath at the moment. My name is Susanna Brahe and I’m the only Tunican I know of fortunate enough to be married to a United States military captain. My husband, Tycho, and I met on Tunica while he was stationed there, and we got married there under Tunican law. I was still physically healthy and strong back then, strong enough to carry and deliver three Tunican-human halfbreed daughters. We had a good life on Tunica, if one didn’t count the constant disapproval Tycho’s military colleagues expressed about our relationship. We came to be good friends with several of the natives and even a few humans who worked there, including one woman who I believe is still the secretary of the soldiers’ barracks in Tunica’s capital city, Ashink. But soon enough the taunting got so bad that the United States had to relocate Tycho to Earth, and I traveled with him. They made him captain of the starship ____, but we soon learned two terrible things that would impact our lives forever. Tycho is no good at the command, and I’m unable to ingest most human food. In the past few years, I’ve grown physically weaker and weaker. I can officially be categorized as malnourished. But that doesn’t matter to me. I derive satisfaction from trying to maneuver the war between our peoples towards a peace treaty. Peace must be forged. If my people won the war, I would resent them for their barbaric heroism, and if the humans won the war, I’d detest them for their arrogant pride. Thus, I believe that Mary, a good friend of mine ever since we took her into our household, is on a path to destruction. Some force, be it good, evil, or even herself, will bring about her downfall, and I pity the person who has to raise her Tunican son in this chaotic world gone mad. I have found love with a human man, and I believe it is the answer for everyone. America must stop its conquest, but Tunica must also stop its revolution if bloodshed is to be avoided. I fear this may be the bloodiest war in history. But I’m afraid I can’t say much more, because I’m low on energy and out of breath. Thank you for listening to what I have to say.
Well, now you’ve heard from the three most prevalent women in Penumbra. If you’d like to start reading the book, I have the first eight chapters available on my website here. It’s not quite finished, but there will probably be around fifty chapters, and the current word count projection is 100,000. There may also be a sequel, so stay tuned!
I’d also like to thank Silver Lining Mama for this opportunity to share my work. The blogging challenge was to write about three prevalent women, but I thought it would be fun to take it a step further, and it was! This has been a wonderful opportunity. It’s also the first time I’ve tried writing from my characters’ perspectives (except for Anna; half of the book is from her perspective). So this has been a great writing exercise. Thank you all for reading!
SHE-LOGY is a blog project open to everyone who is interested to celebrate women this whole month of March. If you’re reading this, I extend that invitation to you to contribute post/s about the women you’d like to honor. You can email me at email@example.com. Thank you for reading this.