About the Author
John Kent was born in Kingston, Ontario. He started reading at a very young age and started writing ten minutes after. He grew up on a farm where he envisioned aliens and dragons around every corner. He also has a habit of giving every animal in his growing flock an inner monologue complete with their own accents.
Those on Orphan Station were hardened officers, working to ensure the safe and efficient transition of passengers traveling from Earth to the new colony in the Eta Cassiopeia star system.
They certainly weren’t prepared for the arrival of Selene Sotana.
When her father died, the military men of Orphan Station became Selene’s family, the corridors of the station her playground. There, Selene could be princess or cosmonaut, destined for greatness as she found new ways to save the universe from space pirates and aliens.
Selene’s life was perfect until the day the captain called on her to save a real ship. Could she be the hero of her dreams? More importantly, could she keep her secrets from the passengers she saved?
Orphan Station by John Kent
Published: March 9, 2014
Selene waited a few seconds to jump from one corrugated grate to the next, listening to the echoes of her footfalls reverberating down the hall. It ran the length of Orphan Station. Lights blinked on as she arrived in a section and dimmed as she left for another. The hall was otherwise silent, the thrumming of the station’s machinery muffled from the public section.
Imagining herself bouncing across an asteroid, Selene counted aloud to thirty, then huffed as she leapt and landed on another grate. She was a miner, slicing through the rocky crust to gather altite, the most important mineral ever known to man. It would save Earth from its dismal existence and she, Selene Sotana, was the only person brave enough to step into the void of space to mine it.
She paused again, tucking her hair into her tattered shirt before hiking the man-sized jumpsuit higher on her shoulders, but not before her left foot caught in the voluminous pant leg and tripped her up. She threw her scarred hands out to break her fall as she crashed to the floor. “Son of a—” she hissed at the pain that lanced across her palms, then bit her lip to force herself to silence.
Selene stood, wiped her bloodied hands across her pants, and continued down the wide hallway until she came abreast of a double-wide air lock door crisscrossed with yellow emergency tape. She stepped closer to peer into the darkened bay, then squeezed her misty eyes shut as she caressed the Savir Sotana embroidered on the jumpsuit she wore. “Papa,” she mouthed, her throat too tight to release sound.
Selene frowned as the small creature following her darted closer, its tiny metal legs clicking on the floor. She sighed as it nuzzled its metallic nose against her leg, and knelt to brush its back. Her breathing slowed and her furrowed brows relaxed as her petting produced coos. “Shush, Spike. Don’t let the people hear you,” she whispered as she patted his metallic backside. He puffed his chest out before arching his back, as if he were more a cat than a dog.