Today I have the pleasure of welcoming Jim Webster! Jim is here to share a little about his fabulous new book published under the Safkhet Publishing Fantasy line: JUSTICE 4.1 (The Tsarina Sector. Book 1). 

Take it away, Jim!


Tsarina book cover

‘Justice 4.1 (The Tsarina Sector)’ wasn’t one of these books that pops into the author’s mind pretty much fully formed. It started with a mental image, that of a spaceship travelling at about zero feet above the surface of a river. Where would that happen and why?

Some years ago I’d come up with the world of Tsarina, a planet that is quite literally at the edge of the galaxy. I wanted a world where civilisation was established but where people had to make an effort to keep up standards. So I’d got a world but never really used it, so what better place to have low flying spaceships as a hazard to navigation?”

So the first thing to do was to explain away the spaceship. This I did, it was obviously pirates, or Starmancers. Space piracy in space is always going to be complicated, if only because space is so big it’ll be awkward finding anybody. Except of course near planets, and near planets is where you’ll find the forces of law and order. So if you’ve got to work near planets, why not skip the whole intercepting ships in space and just mount hit and run attacks on the planet?

So I’d explained away the ship, but why had the Starmancers hit Tsarina? Admittedly Tsarina’s money is as good as anybody else’s, but was there a bigger reason. So I sat down and came up with a conspiracy. Our Starmancers were merely pawns in some far greater crime.

Having a conspiracy and a crime, I needed someone to tackle it. But I didn’t want them to be some lone wolf investigator, just as I didn’t want them to be part of some big organisation. Tsarina doesn’t feel like the sort of place that could afford one or would put up with the other. So Haldar Drom, the main protagonist and probable hero is from a small organisation that has to be imaginative when it comes to acquiring extra staff and equipment. Haldar is the sort of chap who’ll wander into your office and borrow a marine company just as casually as he’d borrow the photocopier.

When he tackles piracy, the people he borrows are people like insurance loss adjusters and reporters for light music media outlets.

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I suppose there is some of me in Haldar. I’ve done all sorts of things, but never with the proper tools, at the proper time and with the correct documentation. He also shares my dislike of sprawling bureaucracy, and because Tsarina is my world, it’s a pretty commonly shared dislike. Welcome to my world.

JUSTICE 4.1 ~ Blurb:

Join intergalactic investigator Haldar Drom as he cleans up criminal scum in Justice 4.1. When a journalist is shot down in a backward area of Tsarina, Haldar Drom of the Governor’s Investigation Office is sent to investigate. He uncovers a hidden medical facility dedicated to the production of Abate, a drug used for population control, as well as evidence of the implantation of pre-created embryos in women brought toTsarina for the purpose. He also discovers a deeper plot with far reaching political ramifications. A
senior member of the Governors family, Doran Stilan is running a personal feud with the major pirate/Starmancer Wayland Strang. Indeed he begins to suspect that Stilan may even be angling to take Strang’s place. The medical facility is destroyed after it is attacked by mercenaries hired by Strang, and Drom has to travel off world to untangle the treads of the conspiracy. Arriving back on
Tsarina, he has to deal with a failed Starmancer attack, punish the guilty and arrange for Doran Stilan to get what’s coming without undermining the position of the Governor. To do this, he’ll need skill, know-how and a whole lot of luck to ensure that the guilty face justice.

JUSTICE 4.1 ~ Excerpt:

The flitter was hardly luxurious. It was a spacious workhorse with just enough concessions to comfort to deter personal injury claims from those who hired it. At the moment, it loitered over the northern highlands of the Border Kingdoms at a safe altitude. To their north, the highlands rose steadily until they became snow-capped and were lost in the clouds. Below them was a jumbled badlands of gorges and ridges, twisted rock, frost-shattered and crumbling. Wheeling below them was a pair of great four-winged aradons, keen-eyed carrion feeders. In the distance, perhaps five miles away, Kilonwin Kardoverin could just make out what might be another pair. As far as he could tell, they were the only signs of life in sight. He looked down; even with vision enhancers, the ridges showed virtually no sign of life. He counted three stunted bushes with occasional blades of grass poking through the loose scree.

Kardoverin strapped himself into the co-pilot seat and fiddled with the camera array, determined to get as much footage as possible. Kardoverin had a reputation in the industry as one of the best documentary makers in the sector. This reputation was based on arrogance, a casual disregard for personal safety, and painstaking camera work. He was reputed to get five times as much material as was needed, even for top quality holo work. He turned to the pilot. “Can we get lower? I’d like to film into those gorges.”


“Well, there’s damn all up here.”

“Why not zoom?” The pilot sounded nervous.

“They’re in heavy shadow.”

“Look, this is the Border Kingdoms, it isn’t safe.”

Kardoverin adjusted the central rig and raked the peripheral arrays so that they covered both flanks.

“Take us down fast; we’ll be through and out.”

“They’re barbarians! They shoot at people.”

“With black powder weapons.” Kardoverin’s tone was dismissive as he checked the satellite relay. It seemed to be working perfectly. “Look, just go in, one quick fly-through. It isn’t as if I’m asking you to land, or even hover.”

The pilot muttered something blasphemous under his breath and brought the flitter round. “I’ll take us up that gorge on the left, it’s narrower. Being so overcast, it’s less likely to be inhabited.”

He opened the throttle and brought the bow of the flitter sharply down.The clumsy craft accelerated rather faster than Kardoverin had expected, and he hastily checked the camera focus. This model of vehicle was effectively a rectangular box which flew and had little consideration of style. But for his purposes, the open top meant it had been comparatively easy to fit the cameras. The pilot brought them down sharply, heading south, gaining speed
as he lost altitude. Then suddenly, he spun the controls and the flitter turned and banked so sharply Kardoverin felt himself hanging in the harness.

Then the pilot pointed the nose of his craft straight into the mouth of the gorge, still dropping and gaining speed. As they entered between the towering rock walls, they were barely twenty feet above the ground and moving faster than Kardoverin would have believed possible. Kardoverin kept his eyes on the monitors, running his fingers over the controls in front of him, altering the zoom, the angle, the filters. They were deep in the gorge now and the boxy craft was travelling at breakneck speed. Kardoverin constantly re-adjusted the controls. “Isn’t this a bit fast?”

The pilot’s answer came through clenched teeth. “If I could go faster, I would. I want us out of here and-” He paused. “Oh hell, we are in deep-”

There was a staccato rattle of automatic weapons fire from one side. The burst struck the pilot, jerking his body against the seat harness. Kardoverin tore his gaze from the monitors and looked towards where the noise had come from. The second burst hit the front of the flitter, and the engine began to whine. Kardoverin frantically unbuckled his harness and stood up to reach over the pilot’s body for the controls. The third burst struck him in the chest, spun him round and left him draped over the side of the flitter. Thirty seconds later, with no one at the controls, the flitter struck the rock wall of the gorge and exploded.

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