SciFi Romance World Building in Maon: Marshal of Tallav
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I’m sharing an excerpt that highlights the world building found in Maon: Marshal of Tallav. This scene is set on the space station that services Beta Tau, a pleasure planet in the Federation. I hope you get a sense of the immense size of a station that is itself a microdot in the universe. Let me know what you think in the comments below. Read more about the Federation planets and the futuristic tech found in the Sons of Tallav series.
Maon’s feet ached from a day spent walking the concourse ring of the private passenger level of the space station. He calculated that he’d trudged a grand total of twelve miles the nine times he walked the circle. His focus had been on scrutinizing the docking ports of the various private ships and the people he met.
From vidscreens along the outer wall of the ring, he could observe the ships berthed at this level and those that were coming and going from the station. Simulated picture windows, they looked out on space from one of the largest hyperspace facilities in the sector. One even brought the hyperpulse point into view. Although the scene would have been the same from a vidscreen down world, it was unnerving to place your hand against the wall and know that on the other side lay the vacuum of space. It was unsettling to realize you were an infinitesimal heartbeat in an elongated tin can that orbited one of hundreds of inhabitable planets in an arm of an unexceptional galaxy in a teeming universe.
At least this level was quiet compared to the many public passenger levels above that serviced the larger liners that brought the bulk of Beta Tau’s tourists to the planet. Patrolling a passenger level was far better than walking the concourse ring on the loading level below. There the chilly air settled into your bones. The scrubbers never seemed to rid it of the noxious smell of C-trol and other fumes. Yeah, walking the private passenger level was much nicer duty. When he got the message the operation was concluded, he headed straight for the lifts to take him to the shuttle docks at the bottom of the station.
Poor Maon. He’s headed straight for the black moment in the book.
Maon Keefe has always been told he’s doomed to fail as a husband. He decides never to marry instead focusing on living life as a player and becoming a capable marshal of Tallav. When he is shot and the most-wanted criminal he’s escorting escapes, he fears that his career, his one success in life, is doomed. Assigned to ferret out the cause of missing shipments for a VIP aristocrat, he meets Selina Shirley CEO of the House of Shirley. He finds himself inexplicably attracted to her despite her frumpy appearance. When he meets a hooded and masked, scorching hot Domme, Lasair, at his friend’s BDSM club, he’s torn between the two women. Both fire his imagination and call to his submissive nature. Either might be the woman to change him into successful husband material.
Selina Shirley organizes her life like she organizes her business, taking control of all aspects of each. She’s concluded that she must marry to get an heir and that her future husband must be totally submissive. Mentored by the sector’s most famous sadist, she learns what it takes to be a proper Domme. Then, hidden behind a hood and mask, as Lasair, she meets Maon and her instant attraction to his full submission at the BDSM club leads her to break her own rules and become involved with him. But he’s also the marshal assigned to investigate thefts at her company. When his broad streak of protective alpha male comes into play, it obvious he’s not a 24/7 submissive. To stick to her plan to marry the perfect husband, she must ignore her heart and dump Maon.
Excellent world building and the description was detailed without being too much, just enough to set the scene.
Thanks Veronica. Writing setting is something I have to work at. Not the imagining, but the actual writing of it. My developmental editor has done a lot to help me with that.
My feet would be aching too after walking 12 miles! I love the description of how small (infinitesimal heartbeat) he feels in that tin can.
It’s how I feel sometimes in an aircraft, so on a space station…
Great world building! I really enjoyed the excerpt and felt I was with Maon on the space station. Although BDSM isn’t really my genre, the blurb drew me in and I was intrigued by the premise and characters.
Thanks. World building is the one of the fun aspects of writing sci-fi.
Nice description. I particularly liked the chilly air with its smells of C-trol and other fumes.
Thanks, Ed. Maon will find himself on the loading level soon after this, so I wanted to give readers and idea of the size and atmosphere of the space station.