Sunday, June 6, 2010

Return to Super Forging (The Rage of Angels preview)

Well it looks like I have been away from the blogosphere for quite sometime now and it also appears that I didn't post much when I was around. It has been hard for me to make time for this little corner of the interwebs as it hasn't been much of a priority, but I have recently come to the conclusion that if I'm gonna do some writing then I might as well do some writing.

So once again I introduce the Super Forge and this time I'll be more consistent. What am I going to do for you the reader? Not much, but I do hope what I do do is entertaining or enlightening in some fashion. This little area here, the Super Forge, is going to serve multiple roles including but not limited to: Soap box, waxing philosophic, venting frustration, and posting up stories(some short some long some whole and others in pieces.)

So now that the reintroduction is outta the way how bout I give you the first little section of this piece I'm working on-
The Rage of Angels: Part 1

V-O-N K-R-A-U-S

Finally the paper work is finished Victor thinks as he breathes a sigh of relief. Victor never really enjoyed paper work, preferring a hard day's work of manual labor to sitting behind a desk signing papers. Whether Victor likes it or not his strict work ethic compels him to execute such humdrum tasks before going about the work he finds truly invigorating. As Victor reaches for a file he catches a glimpse of Steffen, thwarting the child's efforts to go unnoticed as he peers into the office from the hall.

Steffen is quite the spitting image of his father. Of course he has a softer look to him, thanks in no small part to his age and his mother's addition to the gene pool. The hazel eyes and sandy brown hair were definitely his father's contribution, but the hawk-like features and demeanor were his trademark. This boy could not be mistaken for anything but his father's child. He may only come up to his father's hip, knee-high to a grasshopper Victor Von Kraus would always jibe in his stern yet jovial tone.

"Steffen you know you're knee-high to a grasshopper and... I'm afraid it looks like you won't get any bigger kid."

That is what he would actually say, then he'd chuckle and ruffle the boy's hair. Victor always found it funny. He knew Steffen would likely surpass his own six feet two inches and by a healthy margin at that. That is if the medical charts were correct. Good looks, a sharp nose, thin lips and impressive stature weren't the only things Steffen had inherited from his father. Apparently the boy loved manual labor just as much as his father and the field hands said he is a quick learner to boot. It definitely made Steffen Von Kraus quite the asset on the Von Kraus farmstead on Agredis IX, the ninth planet in the Agredis system.

It isn't as if Victor really needs his son's help in the fields. Victor employs a veritable army of settlers on this frontier planet maintaining the operations of the farmstead. Nevertheless he loved his son's eagerness and willingness to work. Victor also figured it was another way for his son to build rapport among his future employees. Victor knows a happy worker is a productive worker and he knows damn well Steffen would know it. Victor took careful measures in reminding his employees that his wealth is their wealth and without them nothing on 'gredis, as the locals call it, would be possible.

Upon seeing Steffen in the hall, Victor calls out to him "Well now I've already seen ya. You might as well come on in boy." his voice accustomed to giving orders. Steffen, accustomed to following said orders, sidles up to the door with a guilty look plastered across his young countenance. He looks up slowly, meeting the accusing gaze of his father, saying "I'm sorry I know you don't like to be disturbed while you're working."

"Bah" his father replies waving his hand dismissively. "It's no bother I've just finished up here anyway. Now come on over here and hop up on dear ol' dad's lap."

"Daaaaaaad" Steffen responds plaintively "I'm not a li'l kid anymore, that stuff's fer babies."

"Oh is it now!?" Victor says with mock surprise and continues "You aren't more 'n five aintcha?"

"Daaad" Steffen rang back again, this time with an exasperated huff. "I'm twelve and a half. In six months I'll be a grown man." He says standing up straighter and taller, puffing out his chest, and crossing his arms defiantly.

"Well now, isn't that something. I guess grown men don't wanna see how the family business is run." Victor says with a sly grin....

Well there's the preview??/opening, a bit more than I was planning to write, but as I transcribed it I kept realizing that more might be neccesary to get yall hooked. Hopefully you are hooked. It'll be at least a week ( and that's stretching it) before I finish The rage of angels. It looks like good stuff and it's a story I've been itchin to tell. I'm going to try posting on a weekly basis now as I don't really have anything better to do.... though I'd like to post more frequently.

That's it for today. If you want to leave a comment that's cool. If you don't that's cool too. If you do that's even cooler. If it's constructive or informative or I find it interesting that's coolest.

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