New JAYDIUM chapter - schemes abound
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Come read along with
the serialization of my first novel, Jaydium. We're up to Chapter 4, in which Eril learns to chip jaydium, and Kithri learns he has quite another objective.
"The war's officially over," he went on, "but we're still scrambling to keep order in the settled worlds. You've been lucky here on Stayman‑‑not like Pandora or Albion or half a dozen other worlds that somebody considered easy pickings. The Fed protected you better than most because of the jaydium."
Eril paused. Stayman could barely feed herself as it was, and it had been nothing short of criminal to abandon the scientists and their families here. He didn=t want to appear to be defending the Fed. "I'm not on a pleasure trip, I'm recruiting."
"Recruiting?" Her eyes got even bigger.
He smiled. "Hank told me about this brushie he'd run jaydium with. He said she could fly circles around him in her sleep. I had to see for myself."
"Hank said that? About me?"
"You got any other candidates? I didn't come five parsecs across space to fly duo with that old sourbug in the tavern."
Kithri choked down the last of her bread, lowering her eyes so he could no longer read in them. "Entrance," she repeated. "To what, exactly?"
"Courier Corps."

"The war's officially over," he went on, "but we're still scrambling to keep order in the settled worlds. You've been lucky here on Stayman‑‑not like Pandora or Albion or half a dozen other worlds that somebody considered easy pickings. The Fed protected you better than most because of the jaydium."
Eril paused. Stayman could barely feed herself as it was, and it had been nothing short of criminal to abandon the scientists and their families here. He didn=t want to appear to be defending the Fed. "I'm not on a pleasure trip, I'm recruiting."
"Recruiting?" Her eyes got even bigger.
He smiled. "Hank told me about this brushie he'd run jaydium with. He said she could fly circles around him in her sleep. I had to see for myself."
"Hank said that? About me?"
"You got any other candidates? I didn't come five parsecs across space to fly duo with that old sourbug in the tavern."
Kithri choked down the last of her bread, lowering her eyes so he could no longer read in them. "Entrance," she repeated. "To what, exactly?"
"Courier Corps."