Showing posts with label The Rim Confederacy. Show all posts
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Monday, August 8, 2016

Brother's Pride (The Rim Confederacy, Book 10) by Jim Rudnick

Release date: July 16, 2016
Subgenre: Space opera, military science fiction

About Brother's Pride

 

"While the wrecked alien ship on Ghayth provides some interesting new technology, Admiral Scott has nothing on his mind but his upcoming wedding to the Lady St. August. In only a couple of months, he’ll have vows to pledge and a ring to don as he becomes a Royal himself to take the new title of Lord Scott. And the only thing in his way—even though he doesn’t know it, is his sister Gia who has pledged revenge upon him for the death of their sister, Nora.

With the upcoming release of the Ikarian longevity vaccine, the RIM Confederacy realms are all wanting more and more of the vaccines to double their lifetimes, while the Baroness is purposely chocking off the supply. Added to that is the fact that the Master Adept knows what will happen at the wedding and she is hurriedly training her own replacement and the wedding will be where the assassination attempt is made.

But the Master is not the only wedding party member to die at the altar as the admirals sister takes careful aim and screams out her revenge and Tanner falls as do others—all to pay penance for his crime of decades ago…”

Excerpt:

 

The admiral turned to his left, as he was sitting in the Adept’s chair on the bridge of the BN Exeter and stared at the captain, who spoke up to answer him quickly.
“About thirteen hundred lights inwards, and this star, holds the admiral’s—well, your home planet, Branton, Sir. That’s her below and off to the starboard side. Helm, enlarge the view please, but do filter out the ice glare please.”
As the Exeter had just jumped, using the Barony Drive, from Neres to Branton in less than half a minute by the view screen sidebar over on the left and there had been no issues at all.
Thirteen hundred lights—in say thirty seconds.
Impressive, Tanner said to himself and yet he wasn’t here to test the Barony Drive at all…
He was here to visit his home planet after being away for twenty-two years.
He looked down at Branton and noted that as they came up on the back side—the side that forever faced outwards towards space rather than ever towards the sun. It got cold there he well knew—well below zero and as one left the edge of the backside of the planet to more than a hundred below in a zone that stretched from north to south.
On the other side, the side that faced the sun—it was much more un-hospitable. Down the center of the sun-side, temperatures ran more than 180+ degrees on most days and in full summer, when Branton got closer to it’s sun, they hit 220+ degrees most days.
Where there was life, of course, was on the areas on either side of the sun-side—where zones running north to south, held the millions of Branton citizens.
“Captain Magnusson, would you please take her down on the starboard side—that’s what citizens call the right hand side of the sun-side, captain,” he said quietly and left it to the captain to work out the details of the move to the starboard side. He nodded when he was asked if he wanted to go to the capital city, Astillon and again, let the captain and the crew work out the details. He watched on the view screen as the frigate came up to the sun side of the planet, and turned into the sunlight. Filters snapped up on the view screen and they could see again as the Exeter slowly yawed to the right and moved down to enter the Branton atmosphere.
They were challenged then by whomever was watching incoming ships and they passed with a quick—10/4 from the landing officer down in Astillon. The lieutenant on the helm, made the needed offerings and was told that the Exeter would be allowed to land, and to take landing pad #43. No other pad, was repeated back to the helm twice and he confirmed that both times. He raised an eyebrow and looked at his captain over his shoulder…glee in his eyes…


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About The Rim Confederacy series:

 

About Jim Rudnick: 

Being a youngster in the 1950's meant that I was a voracious reader in what has been called the Golden Age of Science Fiction. That meant that for me, my heroes were not on the hockey rink or gridiron - but instead in my local Library where at 12 I had a full Adult card (thanks Dad!) and took out more than 5 books a week.

Everyone from Heinlein, Norton, Leiber, Pohl, Anderson, Simak, Asimov, Brackett, Van Vogt and more....I fell in love with and eventually owned Ace Doubles of my own. While I never knew who wrote the Tom Corbett - Space Cadet series, I fell in love with them and they had a place of honor on my own bookcase too!

With that kind of an introduction to Science Fiction, it's no wonder that when got my writing work done, I turned my own fictional side of my brain to writing same. It's one thing I know to write - and a totally different matter to release same to the world - something that I've just started to work on....suffice it to say my own works are rooted in that Golden Age and it's that era that I'd like to one day be known as a teensy contributor to in some small way…

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Interview with Jim Rudnick, author of The RIM Confederacy





Today's interview is with Jim Rudnick, author of The RIM Confederacy.

Apple or PC?

Ah…that one! Been there done that—as a computer-sci guy for over 40 years, I started on mainframes, COBOL etc. The web when it came along pre-Mosaic I mean, was text only and fun! Then browsers happened and all heck broke loose—everyone all of a sudden was an expert, sigh. But yes, I did have both—my Mac days ended with a CI I believe as every single client used Windows products all over the offices. Sometimes, some marketing types kept their Macs…but for me it’s always been the box is just a tool...use whatever you want…and I still am device-agnostic, I’d suspect...


Do you use Scrivener or Word? Or another word-processing program? Or even pen and paper?

Scrivener now…it’s ability to let me keep my research a click away is awesome. But, as my wonderful wonderful editor – Kelly over at XTerra.com – uses MS, I compile out of Scrivener to Word, send it to her, get back my edited copy, import back into Scrivener and then Compile to .mobi or paperback for CreateSpace…


Do you have any pets? Do they influence your writing?

Yes, we were lucky to have a wonderful Golden, Harley by name who passed away last fall…and we now have a brand new family member, a chocolate lab named Lucy. Course as a puppy, I think her name should be Lucifer…but we love her all the same!


Would you rather see your stories on the big screen or the little screen?

No idea on that one – but would love to see my RIM Confederacy, now at 9 books, on screen no matter how big it is! If someone from Netflix or HBO…is reading this, call me!


Are you hooked on any of the shows on the sci-fi channel? If so, which one(s)?

Stargate of course, is a big fav of mine; Twilight Zone repeats and I can’t wait to see how Takeshi Kovacs comes out for Richard Morgan…..love his books and writing, eh!


What is your view of Star Wars, and the latest episode (if seen)? (Or the latest X-Men, or The Avengers!)

Um….I was at the premiere of the #4 StarWars in my own city decades ago….but I’m quite out of touch with what the new one is all about. Took my youngest (who’s 24) to the movie and had to ask an embarrassing number of ‘who’s that guy?’ type questions…


What is your favourite Science Fiction (or Fantasy) film?

Would have to be any of the Lord of the Rings flics….wonderful storytelling—and IMHO, oh so true to the books, eh! 



Are you a Luddite? Or do you prefer to be on the bleeding edge of technology?

Not a Luddite at all…but at 66 years of age no longer have the ‘need’ to be anywhere near that leading edge at all!


Are you--or have you ever been--a gamer?

For only 1 game ever – Fallout. I got Fallout4 and played it straight for a whole day and I think I’ve go like 55+ hours on it so far…just love the ‘look & feel’ of that one…


Do you cook? What is your best/favorite/most popular recipe?
I practice my Cajun cooking – my Jambalaya is to die for!


Do you have a garden? Have you ever grown your own food?
Not really….but I do grow tomatoes…both Beef-Steaks and Cherry.


Have you ever been to Starbucks?
Not ever once….just don’t like their coffee---up here in Canada we have our own coffee shops—Tim Hortons and I LOVE LOVE their Ex-Large Double/Doubles!!! So, by the way does my Hero, Captain Tanner Scott!  



Would you prefer an independent bookshop, or a big chain?

To own – my own small indie bookstore…to sell, either….it matters not where a new reader finds my books…


Do you have your own office, study or writing space, or can you write in a cafe or the library?
I have written books on the couch watching America’s Got Talent, in my home office, on the deck out back, at the cottage on the dock….I can write anywhere…and I do. Sometimes, I’ll write at a local coffee shop for an hour---more for the ‘social’ part of same rather than any other reason…. As writing is so much a private individualized task, being around others is often just something I need to do….not too often, about one day a week for a couple of hours works best, I’ve found…


Who do you consider are your major influences in writing?

My past of more than sixty years of reading SciFi from the Golden Era through to now…as I watch and see those authors who’ve grown….it makes sense to me that if they grew…perhaps I can too….and the fact that my potential is not yet realized…makes me want to live to be a hundred!  



What writer, living or dead, would you most like to meet?

Isaac Asimov. I’ve read just about all his SciFi books, dozens of his non-fiction ones too…wish I was a chemist so that I’d be able to appreciate his works even more. He was without a doubt IMHO, one of the best ever…and to sit and just chat with him would be a wonderful experience….I am so so sad we lost him back in the early 90’s!


If you could have any director to shoot the film of your book(s), who would you choose? 

James Cameron of course…


Have you watched Game of Thrones and if so, what do you think of it so far?

That youngest son I mentioned, got me hooked on this series years back—and I do love the book and the TV shows too. That said, I can’t wait for GRR to get the heck going on the next book….would like to read it while I’m in my 60’s, eh!

How would you define Speculative Fiction?
That which when read, makes one think of things one’s never seen, experienced or dreamed of—beyond your ken, but still…OMG….let’s go!

On a scale of 1-10, how eccentric are you?

Ahhh..well, up until my fiftieth year, about a 3…now I’d be a 8 for sure! One learns to like things in a certain way, in a certain order and with the right ‘spice’ on top…

Do you consider yourself a slave to the muse?

I do now—I write daily…there is nothing else worth doing, eh! Having retired from my ‘other’ life after 40+ years in Marketing for everyone from cheese companies to beer companies…there really is not a better thing that digging into a new blank page….



About Jim Rudnick:




Being a youngster in the 1950's meant that I was a voracious reader in what has been called the Golden Age of Science Fiction. That meant that for me, my heroes were not on the hockey rink or gridiron - but instead in my local Library where at 12 I had a full Adult card (thanks Dad!) and took out more than 5 books a week.

Everyone from Heinlein, Norton, Leiber, Pohl, Anderson, Simak, Asimov, Brackett, Van Vogt and more....I fell in love with and eventually owned Ace Doubles of my own. While I never knew who wrote the Tom Corbett - Space Cadet series, I fell in love with them and they had a place of honor on my own bookcase too!

With that kind of an introduction to Science Fiction, it's no wonder that when got my writing work done, I turned my own fictional side of my brain to writing same. It's one thing I know to write - and a totally different matter to release same to the world - something that I've just started to work on....suffice it to say my own works are rooted in that Golden Age and it's that era that I'd like to one day be known as a teensy contributor to in some small way…

 



Monday, May 23, 2016

Eons Semester (Book 8 of The Rim Confederacy) by Jim Rudnick

Release date: May 14, 2016
Subgenre: Space opera, military science fiction

About Eons Semester

 

"Jilted by his Royal fiancee, captain Tanner Scott is assigned to Eons and the newly constructed RIM Naval Academy buildings and the duty is anything but a reward. His days are full of squabbling University professors and construction types all nitpicking for changes to plans and additions and extra and the boredom of detail is a horrible side-effect.

As he learns, there is more to looking after a successful construction project than being at the top of the heap and the machinations of the Issians who run Eons and it’s mind-readers comes to him for help. He knows that the Baroness is somehow also involved but the openness of the Master Adept and her Inner Circle that controls Eons is what is so surprising to him.

As the Naval Academy is finally ready to open and the heads of state of many of the RIM Confederacy planets arrive, the protesters against the Issians make their play to publicly humiliate the Inner Circle and their own plans to strengthen their ranks via the death of twins and Tanner must find a way to quell the uprising…”

Excerpt:



On Tavira, the moon that lay above Eons, in the capital city of Aporia, in a Secure Medical ward, an Issian lay in restraints and sometimes fought them but they were too too tight to give even an millimeter. She was a youngish woman, in her thirties but had long ago given up any kind of care and concern for her look or her body too. Half-conscious and always in a drug-induced stupor, the woman lay quietly on the bed.
Her hair, now tangled and knotted and even missing in some spots along her one temple, should have been blonde but was now brown with dried blood and puss from an open sore. It hadn’t been washed or cleaned in months.
Her toenails, were long as were her fingernails, curled and dull yellow as the keratin was thick and unkempt and if anyone ever got close enough she would try to rake them with those nails. But that was before the dosages were upped and she hadn’t tried that in weeks.
Her teeth were once shiny and white and now were yellow and brittle and even a few were missing; for some reason she would worry a tooth with her tongue and do that long enough and often enough that she would spit out a tooth onto the plain steel ward floor. They fed her via a gastric feeding tube that had been inserted through a small incision in the abdomen into the stomach and was used for long-term enteral nutrition. She hadn’t tasted food in almost a year but she just didn’t care at all.
Her eyes were light blue but such a light tone as to be almost white; each had a huge iris that took up almost the whole of the eyeball—the coal black pupils were large too. Staring at her many had found was treacherous—one could easily fall right into her brain some said. And what a brain it was—she was an Issian twin with all the anxiety that that might mean.
Her gown, if it could be called that, lay on her frame like an old tarpaulin on rough ground. She had the usual female parts but not a single one would be called a curve.
She was anything but attractive—in fact she was anti-attractive to anyone who could see the real woman.
Of course, that never happened up here in the Issian Secure Ward.
No one came.
No one visited.
No one cared.
In fact for a full sixty feet around this ward room, no one was ever allowed to enter, except the medical robo drones that the ward staff used to tend to her. Once a week a real live Issian Doctor attended who read charts and nodded and did nothing.
There was nothing to do—she was a twin.
And now change was coming and as yet, no plans had been made for this twin…

 

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About The Rim Confederacy series:

 


 

About Jim Rudnick: 

Being a youngster in the 1950's meant that I was a voracious reader in what has been called the Golden Age of Science Fiction. That meant that for me, my heroes were not on the hockey rink or gridiron - but instead in my local Library where at 12 I had a full Adult card (thanks Dad!) and took out more than 5 books a week.

Everyone from Heinlein, Norton, Leiber, Pohl, Anderson, Simak, Asimov, Brackett, Van Vogt and more....I fell in love with and eventually owned Ace Doubles of my own. While I never knew who wrote the Tom Corbett - Space Cadet series, I fell in love with them and they had a place of honor on my own bookcase too!

With that kind of an introduction to Science Fiction, it's no wonder that when got my writing work done, I turned my own fictional side of my brain to writing same. It's one thing I know to write - and a totally different matter to release same to the world - something that I've just started to work on....suffice it to say my own works are rooted in that Golden Age and it's that era that I'd like to one day be known as a teensy contributor to in some small way…
 

Monday, October 12, 2015

Prison Planet (Book 3 of The Rim Confederacy) by Jim Rudnick

Release date:  September 28, 2015
Subgenre: Space opera, military science fiction

About Prison Planet:

After a failed planetary rebellion, the rebel leader and his men are all given life sentences on Halberd, the RIM Confederacy prison planet and sent to the maximum island penitentiary—a prison that has never had a successful escape.

And under his Admirals orders, Captain Tanner Scott has also been sent to do RIM Navy duty on the planet with the mission to give up his alcoholism dependency. While he knows that this is what is expected of him by the Admiral, he finds it more difficult to do that he’d ever imagined.

Tanner meets a woman—the sister of the rebel leader and while he falls in love with her, he is not sure that the feeling is mutual. Yet he tries to straighten out his life and his drinking but instead he is faced with the choice of a lifetime—love or death.

Against incredible odds in the middle of a prison planet escape, he makes his choice . . . and more than his own life depends upon that choice . . . forever changing the future of the RIM! 

Excerpt:

The Marwick shuttle was at what some might call low-level altitude but others might call dangerous. Above the waves, yes….but not by more than 50 feet and Lt. Hendricks, the pilot was focused on nothing but the sea ahead of him. The rest of the Away team watched in silence as the shuttle cruised at more than a mile per second, leaving a furrow behind them in the as a wake never seen before. With a blue sky, the deep ocean blue and the white wake furrow behind them, it was a trip in duo-tones for sure, Tanner thought. He’d requested this low level flight as it was something no one as far as he knew had ever done. Even the three Provost guards who accompanied the Away team to look after the convict were staring out the large shuttle view-ports at nothing but ocean, whitecaps and all.

   “On my home world, Captain” Lt. Rizzo said, “we have a sport called boarding, where you ride a wave coming into shore or behind a boat and it’s tons of fun. Well, till you remember that if you’re dumped off the wave near shore, that they make sandpaper outta sand, Sir” he said and unconsciously rubbed his left thigh and hip.
   “Something I’m sure, you did over and over, right Rizzo” Lt. Elliot chuckled and rose from his seat pretending to balance on just such a board which got a few cheers from the rest of the team and even Radisson, the new Ensign was up on top of his seat boarding the shuttle herself.
   “Settle down,” the XO said and that got the group back into their seats, and he eyes Radisson a bit to let him know that kind of shenanigans was frowned upon. Least it should be…
   As they cruised across the ocean, it became apparent even at this speed that the number of islands was very low at least on this heading. They never had to avert their course to go around any and they only saw a line of islands in the distance to port once. At more than 3,600 mph, they were moving quite quickly and in a little less than two hours a line of islands appeared ahead.
   “Slow, Lt. Hendricks,” we don’t wanna cause any issues on arrival,” the XO noted and Tanner nodded in agreement.
   “Aye, XO….wilco” Hendricks said and they slowed noticeably as the line of low lying islands came more into view. Once volcanoes had risen here from the ocean floor to breach the waters and slowly build landmass, Tanner could see evidence of that easily. But it had been a long time ago, as the volcanic cones were now all worn down with green vegetation that went right to the summit. One of the islands though still had a taller mountainous peak and as it came more into view, one could see the power grids coming up and out of the crater that marked the volcano itself.
   “Power generation is volcanic, XO?” Tanner queried and sipped again at his plas coffee cup, sweetened with the one thing he liked more than everything else…"

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About Jim Rudnick:


Being a youngster in the 1950's meant that I was a voracious reader in what has been called the Golden Age of Science Fiction. That meant that for me, my heroes were not on the hockey rink or gridiron - but instead in my local Library where at 12 I had a full Adult card (thanks Dad!) and took out more than 5 books a week.

Everyone from Heinlein, Norton, Leiber, Pohl, Anderson, Simak, Asimov, Brackett, Van Vogt and more....I fell in love with and eventually owned Ace Doubles of my own. While I never knew who wrote the Tom Corbett - Space Cadet series, I fell in love with them and they had a place of honor on my own bookcase too!

With that kind of an introduction to Science Fiction, it's no wonder that when got my writing work done, I turned my own fictional side of my brain to writing same. It's one thing I know to write - and a totally different matter to release same to the world - something that I've just started to work on....suffice it to say my own works are rooted in that Golden Age and it's that era that I'd like to one day be known as a teensy contributor to in some small way…

 

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Pirates (The Rim Confederacy, Book 1) by Jim Rudnick


Release date: July 22, 2015
Subgenre: Military science fiction, space opera

About Pirates:


“Tanner Scott, a RIM Confederacy Naval officer, has fought many battles against both humans and aliens. Years ago, he proved victorious against a band of aliens. His ongoing fight with his own alcoholism however remains a stalemate.

And suddenly, Pirates have appeared on the RIM. They have kidnapped the passengers of many craft and sold them into slavery and Scott is ordered to find them and rescue them.

But the pirates aren't acting alone. They are sponsored by a powerful Royal with ambitious plans, and she isn't about to let some Navy captain stand in the way of her mining empire. Scott must rescue the slaves while simultaneously navigating the treacherous space of interstellar politics.

If he fails, a Royal will gain more power, the entire Confederacy may unravel, and Scott's alcohol addiction will be the least of his worries…” 

Excerpt:

 

Prologue 

            It was from deep space, that the Pirates came, each of them boarding with what could only be called glee. They had come up behind the merchant passenger ship from due aft, on the way back from the ringed planet of Eons to Juno, about 4 light-years off DenKoss, and had matched TachyonDrive speed with the quarry, and had used the newest weapon in their arsenal, to slow and then stop the merchant passenger ship dead in space. When they came aboard using the aft boarding port, but they didn’t open same, they simply blasted it open with magnetic mines and stuck a force-field in the hole once they were in.
The two boarding teams split up upon entry, with one heading directly to the cargo holds on this deck. Pushing thru the corridors with sleds for hauling away their spoils, the team burned off the locks on the cargo hold and entered quickly. Inside, they took an aisle each and searched for cargo chests with the correct bills of lading and finding the right nine containers, they began to load up the containers to move them back to their ship. One said “nine, right?” and got a nod in reply from the team leader who made a notation on his wrist mounted PDA as they began to manhandle the sleds out of the bay.
The other larger team had made their way up one deck and were moving from passenger room to room, where the passengers simply cowered and accepted the stunners that were applied to each of them, then lay like cordwood, ready for a fire. Not a one of these Issians had bowed or called on their own God to help; the devastating depressurization makes you imagine that you have only seconds to implode. As lambs to the slaughterhouse, they fell where they trembled. Even those among them that were Adepts – humans who had the power of reading another human’s mind, shrunk as they were approached and answered none of the questions that their families left unasked.
Within one passenger’s quarters, a small girl hid in the cabinet in her cabin’s washroom, burrowing under the collection of personal care products and towels. As an Adept she knew why the boarders were there, she knew they would take all on board and that her Aunt had already been stunned and lay paralyzed out on the sofa and she knew that she too would be found and cried into the towels with anguish. Where she was going, she had never even heard of, but judging by the feel of the name in the boarder’s minds it was a place that many went and none ever left. Her cries went unanswered till her cabin was broken into by the boarders and as they entered, she heard a snapped voice that simply said ‘Bathroom cabinet, bottom shelf’ She turned to stone at the image of that mind so close to hers, she tried to inch around it in her consciousness and watched in fear as the mind turned towards her. This too was an Adept, but she quaked at the power within that mind and tried to fight it, to push back, but she was losing ground she knew power wise her mind was not as strong. She felt the power of the Adept Pirate, and then had to shy away, trying to burrow back and into the shelf itself. Moments later as she was dragged out into the deck hallway, she looked up at a tall woman who stood watching her, a woman dressed all in black, her robe clinging to her slim frame. This was the mind that had scared her so much and she watched as the woman crossed off the name Roison on a list, and grunted in agreement and stunned her onto the floor and only then said in a low voice “powerful little one…too bad…” and moved out into the corridor again…”


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About Jim Rudnick:

Being a youngster in the 1950's meant that I was a voracious reader in what has been called the Golden Age of Science Fiction. That meant that for me, my heroes were not on the hockey rink or gridiron - but instead in my local Library where at 12 I had a full Adult card (thanks Dad!) and took out more than 5 books a week.

Everyone from Heinlein, Norton, Leiber, Pohl, Anderson, Simak, Asimov, Brackett, Van Vogt and more....I fell in love with and eventually owned Ace Doubles of my own. While I never knew who wrote the Tom Corbett - Space Cadet series, I fell in love with them and they had a place of honor on my own bookcase too!

With that kind of an introduction to Science Fiction, it's no wonder that when got my writing work done, I turned my own fictional side of my brain to writing same. It's one thing I know to write - and a totally different matter to release same to the world - something that I've just started to work on....suffice it to say my own works are rooted in that Golden Age and it's that era that I'd like to one day be known as a teensy contributor to in some small way…