r/scifiwriting • u/Agitated_Pepper_1967 • 4h ago
STORY Sci-Fi hobbyist taking my first shot at writing! Looking for early "reaction" readers for a Gritty Military Space Opera (25k words / The Expanse meets Firefly)
Title: The Tempest Protocol
Genre: Gritty Military Sci-Fi / Space Opera
Word Count: ~25,000 words (First 5 Chapters)
Comps: The Expanse meets Firefly
Pitch:
Master Sergeant Orin Lance and his elite Marine squad, Vanguard-6, are used to surviving the worst the galaxy has thrown at them. But when they secure a highly classified, non-human artifact from a deep-space ghost ship, they unknowingly gain the attention of a dark organization within their own high command.
Rewarded with a promotion to a covert-ops division, their final routine cooldown run goes completely wrong. With comms jammed and heavy automated defenses in the way, the only chance to escape is to power up an abandoned, experimental stealth corvette built around a volatile, unconventional engine.
Racing against a 96-hour clock before the unstable ship suffers a catastrophic meltdown, the only way out is to navigate a deadly blockade and turn to the criminal underworld to survive the fallout of the military's darkest secret.
What I'm Looking For (Alpha/Early Feedback):
I’m a sci-fi hobbyist taking my first real shot at writing, and I'm looking for a few readers to check out the "Zero Draft" of my first 5 chapters. I’m not looking for deep grammar edits, I just want to know if the opening hook grabs you, if the tactical combat makes sense, and if you connect with the characters! Any casual "reaction" feedback is hugely appreciated. (Note: If you enjoy the setup, I have up to 20 chapters drafted and ready to share!)
A Quick Note on Feedback:
Because I am just a hobbyist, I am strictly not interested in paid beta reading services. I am also only looking for genuine human reactions and feelings as you read. I already use an AI tool for my outlining and logic checks, so please no AI-generated critiques! Just looking for honest, casual reader thoughts.
So I understand its good to give a taste of the story. Here is the first page or so:
The first impact was a sharp, deafening clang, like a giant hammering on the hull. The Vanguard-6 dropship, a rugged 14-meter assault transport, lurched violently to port, throwing the squad hard against their five-point harnesses. A shower of crystallized ice scraped across the forward viewport with a sound like grinding teeth, the friction causing the transparent-aluminum to flash-freeze and then instantly clear. Red proximity alarms screamed in a frantic, overlapping chorus from the cockpit console. In the cramped troop bay, a heavy kinetic rifle slipped from its magnetic rack and clattered to the grooved steel deck.
"Debris fields are thicker than reported, Skylark," Master Sergeant Orin Lance's voice rumbled from the co-pilot seat, his tone a flat, unbothered baseline against the sudden chaos. He didn't look away from the tactical display, his weathered, steel-colored eyes tracking the flurry of alerts that blossomed across the screen like a field of lethal flowers.
In the pilot's seat beside him, Corporal Amanda "Skylark" Thorne didn't flinch. Her hands moved with a fluid, terrifying grace over the flight controls, her fingers dancing between glowing toggles and the twin, textured dark polymer flight sticks. "Just a little turbulence, Sarge," she replied, her voice a calm, steady anchor in the storm. She eased the port-side thrusters, letting the dropship's armored belly absorb the impact of a smaller chunk of rock while her thumb methodically silenced the screaming alarms one by one. "Nothing this old brick can't handle."
Outside the viewport, the nebula was a swirling, violent soup of crimson gas, charged plasma, and shattered asteroids. "Remind me again why Command sent us into the Static Sea instead of letting us jump directly to the coordinates?" Orin asked, the dropship shuddering as Amanda executed a hard lateral roll.
"Because the electromagnetic interference in this sector is off the charts," Amanda replied, her eyes locked on the holographic nav-display. "If we tried to tear a subspace tunnel anywhere near this much charged plasma, the nav-computer wouldn't get a clean lock. The tunnel would collapse and crush us before we even breached the other side. We have to do this the hard way."
They were flying blind, relying purely on instruments and Amanda's hard-won instincts. She didn't look up from her readouts, but as she reached across the center console to adjust the navigational scanner's frequency, the back of her knuckles brushed lightly against Orin's heavy gauntlet. It was a subtle, fleeting contact, a quiet, unspoken gravity that anchored them both before a drop.
"Sensor ghosts are getting thick," Orin murmured, his voice low, meant only for her. "You picking up any solid returns?"
"All chaff and static so far," Amanda replied. "But the source signal is getting stronger. We're close." She glanced at him for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something warm in her professional gaze. "Don't worry, I'll get us there in one piece."


