Tasmanian Special Forces Group: Welcome to Hell
by C.R. Daems
Genre: SciFi Military Action
Jolie was three when she found she was ugly and deformed.
She was five when she found she was a sub-human and an outcast.
She was seven when five boys and two girls dragged her out of the orphanage and beat her unconscious, leaving her lying bleeding and broken in the street.
She was content to lie there and die, tired of being hated and abused. But a frail old man with wispy white hair and a long beard wasn't content to let her die. He not only saved her, but he adopted her and passed on his unique martial art to her.
She was twenty when she headed to Delphi, the center of the United Systems of Perileos (USP) and the planet of her birth-father to find her place in his society.
Based on her unique upbringing, she decides to join the USP military, requesting to be assigned to the Tasmanians SFG, an elite all male unit. The military brass is reluctant to deny her request and admit their enlistment contract permits bait-and-switch assignments. Instead, they agree to let her enter the school, thinking she couldn't possibly succeed–a Chihuahua competing against Rottweilers–and plan to make an example of her when she fails.
Although Jolie is small, she is not what she appears. But can her adopted father's art enable her to survive the treachery of the military brass, the grueling of the school, the prejudices of the instructors, and the testosterone of an all-male class?
And if she succeeds, can she thrive in the high-octane and all male environment of the Tasmanians?
I was three when I found out I was ugly and deformed.
I was four when I found out I was an outcast.
I was five when I found out the reason—I was sub-human.
There were other children like me but only a few. Most of the other children were beautiful and normal. Us ugly, deformed, sub-humans were ridiculed, abused, and shunned. The others similar to me banded together for protection and comfort, but for some reason, I wasn’t included. I guessed they thought me uglier, more deformed, or less human. Whatever the reason, that made me alone and vulnerable.
I fought back—and lost.
Over the years I fought back harder, learning to ignore the pain—and lost.
As I grew older and stronger, the attacks grew fewer but more vicious because my attackers paid a price—but I still lost.
Eventually, they would have killed me and one night nearly succeeded. Five boys and two girls dragged me out of the orphanage compound and beat me unconscious using sticks and rocks and left me lying bleeding and broken in the street. The message was clear—don’t come back. I was seven.
Clem Daems is a native of Chicago, Illinois and a graduate of the University of Arizona. He served twenty-two years in the US Air Force. Since then, he has worked as a software engineer, course developer, and adjunct professor, teaching mathematics and Computer Science.
He has always been an avid reader of Science Fiction/Fantasy but never had an interest in writing or being an author. So, it was surprising when he began his first novel, several years after his retirement, at age seventy. His first novel, co-authored with Jeanne Tomlin, "The Talon of the Raptor Clan"--recently reissued as the "Talon of the Unnamed Goddess"--was a 2010 EPPIE finalist in Fiction/Fantasy.
Clem is an award winning author and an active member of the Science Fiction Writers of America.
His hobby--a life-long one--has been Kung Fu and Tai Chi. Clem is currently retired and living in Tucson, Arizona.
He would enjoy hearing from you at email@example.com on any topic: his books, the characters, writing with a co-author, Kung Fu, his website (http://clemd.home.comcast.net/~clemd/JC/Index.html), life after retirement, or...
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