Onslaught at New Mir

By Alexandria Blaelock

A blast from the past
Warrant Officer Vivian Ashe. Busy Adjutant getting stuff done on New Mir Station.
Old friend Admiral Queenie Baley. Ferrying diplomats on the FFC Argonaut.
In a past versus future clash of cultures who will be the last woman standing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BlueMere Books
• Release date: Nov 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9781922744524

Alexandria Blaelock

Alexandria Blaelock writes stories, some of them for Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine and Pulphouse Fiction Magazine. She's also written four self-help books applying business techniques to personal matters like getting dressed, cleaning house, and feeding your friends. As a recovering Project Manager, she’s probably too fond of sticking to plan. She lives in a forest because she enjoys birdsong, the scent of gum leaves and the sun on her face. When not telecommuting to parallel universes from her Melbourne based imagination, she watches K-dramas, talks to animals, and drinks Campari. At the same time. Discover more at www.alexandriablaelock.com.

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ONSLAUGHT AT NEW MIR

It was a shock when Queenie Baley’s face came up on her news feed.

Decades had passed and Vivian’d more or less forgotten the woman existed, let alone that she’d flagged Queenie as a person to stay up to date with.

Warrant Officer Vivian Ashe sat neatly at her slim view screen, and it was like one of those old vids - Queenie’s face got bigger and bigger, and the tired, worn-out room she sat in got smaller and smaller until there were only her memories of Queenie.

It was a distraction she could’ve done without.

Busy preparing the day’s papers for the Brigadier, with pretty much twelve hours of back-to-back meetings. Not to mention she was running late and still had to stack his worn and much-repaired chestnut coloured, real leather folio with the collated papers and a couple of his favourite pens.

Typical she should be in the last dinosaur’s office on New Mir Station, while Queenie was flying through space on the cutting edge of technology. But that’s infantry life for you.

Queenie’s long, dark hair was now perfectly white, secured in a simple and elegant style at the back of her head. And by comparison, her face was young and fresh. Perhaps even as young as the last time