Broken Bonds, The Beginning
When I first conceived of what became Broken Bonds, I thought I would write it as another first-person YA novel featuring Keth, the main character from Relocated, the first Aleyne novel. The Brad thread would be a secondary plot line.
I got as far as sending the first-person, YA version to a Beta reader, who convinced me I was telling the wrong story. She didn’t have to do much — I had already written a sketchy second version with Brad as the main character.
So I went back, threw out both earlier version, and wrote Broken Bonds.
But I still had trouble with where to start the story. I had a first draft of the new, third version of the story when I signed up for an online workshop. Both the instructor and my fellow students convinced me that the first two scenes had to go. They were back-story.
However, being the pack rat that I am, I have a folder full of all of the old versions, cut scenes, etc.
Here is one of the many versions of the original first scene of the third version. The incident does get a line or two in Broken Bonds.
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Major Brad Reynolds removed the data cube from the writer, then locked the cube in his desk drawer. Perhaps he’d never need the cube, but information that cast the Terran Federation’s anti-psi policy in a bad light had a habit of disappearing. Brad grimaced. He’d probably end up on some hell-hole of a planet as a result of this mess. Maybe he should simply keep his mouth shut. Except that he’d never be able to look at his sorry face in the mirror if he did.
The sound of the door opening roused Brad from his reverie. His fellow officer and sometime lover, Colonel Bob Adams, tall, broad-shouldered and fit, stood in he doorway. Bob had his head in the sand about the Federation’s use of psi. How anyone thought that throwing people in jail for using their psi talents would insure that the Federation would gain the upper hand in its cold war with the alien, psi-talented Aleyni was rank insanity. The Federation should be seeking the psi-talented out and training them. But what did he know?
“What are you doing here?” Brad ran his hands through his short brown hair and glared at Bob.
“I’ve come to try one last time to make you see reason. You can’t be serious about recommending we blithely ignore the law and let Private Sloan off with a dishonorable discharge.”
Brad clenched his fist, willing his anger back down as he stared steadily back at Bob. “Sloan took down Sergeant Samuels before he drew his weapon and slaughtered the entire squad. He deserves a commendation, not a Court Martial.” Not that he’d get one. “Think of the negative publicity if it all comes out.”
Bob shrugged. “The man admitted he caught Samuel’s thought. He’s in clear violation of the law.”
“The man’s an idiot, but it’s a stupid law.” Brad didn’t know why he bothered. Bob was a Neo-Con bigot, and the two of them had argued about this before.
“You can kiss your promotion goodbye.”
“I’ll take my chances.” Brad stabbed the send key. Done. Now perhaps he’d be able to sleep. Not that he supposed it would do that poor bastard Sloan any good.
“I don’t know why I bother,” Brad muttered.
“Neither do I.” Bob turned and left, slamming the door behind him, leaving Brad staring after him.
When Major Brad Reynolds is assigned to head the Terra3n F2ederation base on planet Aleyne, the last thing he expects to find is love, and certainly not with on23e of the alien Aleyni. How can he keep his lover, in the face of political maneuvering and of Ardaval’s feelings for his former partners — and theirs for him?
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