Rotier is a simple man. He leads a simple life. He is a space scavenger, and has the opportunity of a lifetime. But when things don’t go as planned and Pirates show up, how willing is Rotier to hold on to his dream?
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Total Pages: 15
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Isolation and Despair
by Eve Folly
This is a beautiful and sad story of one desperate scavenger’s life of loneliness, desperation, and degradation in space. He’s not a noble character. He’s not extraordinary. He’s even a bit disgusting. But you’ll like him anyway, feeling the pain of his hopes and dreams slipping further and further away. A wonderfully descriptive and character-driven story that should satisfy any die hard sci-fi fan.
This is the only book I published before my disability. The purpose of this story was to test the waters of the publishing world. I wrote a simple story, which is by no means my best work. I then designed the cover and got a professional editor for it before posting on Amazon.
I tried to play on character sympathy the way people did for Norman Bates. Despite Norman Bates killing the woman, there was almost an instinctual need for him to succeed. Many have told me that they both love and hate how Scrapping By ends. Some have asked me if there is a sequel to the story or not. Not really sure.
The fringe of space is a desolate place, void of life or anything resembling civilization. It was for this reason that many space battles occurred in places like this. So only the lives of those fighting the battles were at risk of dying and innocent bystanders were safe.
Rotier was no fighter, having never served in any military or war. His interest here was the battle, but not to fight or take sides. His interest was solely what remained behind when the battle was finished. It had been over four months since the Battle of Shantow, or the Battle in the Shantow system. He cared not for who fought what or for why, even who won. Ultimately, that kind of information didn’t pay his bar tab.
Yes, he cared only about the money. He was Scavenger, and he came here to pick what he could from the dead. As far as he knew, he was the first to come here for this purpose. Any ‘official’ scavenging service, whether private or government contract, waited eight months after the battle to start working. Scavengers like Rotier waited the minimum amount of time he could.
Once he arrived in the system, he immediately activated his scanners and began looking over the debris in this sector. He was looking for anything of value, whether it was precious metals, intact weapons, or munitions. Though not common, sometimes miscellaneous cargo could be found. Almost anything here could be sold for a pretty credit or two.
Aside from what valuables that could be found, he was also concerned about radiation. Modern weapons had a tendency to cause radiation, which was part of their appeal in combat excursions. It was mandated that with proper shielding, six months was the proper time to wait. Rotier has less than proper shielding and knew that the early bird got the worm, and thus was here only four months after the battle. For the most part the radiation shouldn’t be a problem, so long as he stays out of the more dense areas.
‘Early bird gets the worm.’ This phrase seemed strange for him. He hadn’t seen a bird in 20 years. He spent much of his time in his ship, and when he wasn’t there, he was at a bar drowning himself. If he had a good bit of luck, maybe he had enough for a whore to remind himself he was a man.
Rotier didn’t take care of himself, he ate very little and drank a lot. He hardly showered and was slowly losing his hair. He thought of himself as a charmer, but all the times spent in space, he was lucky to have anyone to stand his odor for more than 5 minutes.