I'm not a professional writer. I'll try to give honest feedback and try to help with your writing. Remember, it is completely up to you whether you change anything or not.
Hi there! I'm Tam, and I saw your novel up for reviewing on the Review Request page. I love reviewing novels, so I'll try to give you some feedback. Please note that these are my opinions, views... so on. They should be taken with a grain of salt, and what you don't agree with you can just toss aside.
First Impressions: I note that you want critical reviews, and I'll certainly do my best. This being said, I'm not a huge fan of Sci-Fi, so just remember that.
Nathalya is reassigned to a new post as a Ghost, which is some sort of warrior/lookout or something like that. At first she continues to insist to her friends that she'll be fine, she's got this all in hand, and she even seems kind of eager to get going to her new post.
As the story progresses she starts to feel some anxiety about it and even questions what she and her friend Wells are doing there. It's hard to say, but their reflection gives some more backstory. This transfer isn't a fun matter, and she's got to step up to the task without hesitation and hope she comes back alive.
Before she goes, her father comes in to say goodnight and goodbye to her, and they share some pleasant small talk. Most of which the reader doesn't get to hear, which feels kind of unfair at the time since it felt like hopping through something just to hop through it.
She goes to sleep, and her father leaves.
My Favorite Elements: There's some nice stuff going on here. There's immediate plot (she's getting reassigned to some dangerous place, in which her chances of survival seem pretty dubious at this point), and the worry of her friends makes it even more obvious it's a serious situation they're walking into.
I also like this: Constellations shimmered and twinkled in an endless and silent symphony. Because it's such a nice description of space.
Suggestions: I feel like you've got a touch of infodumping through the first half of the chapter, which you then exchange for somewhat lacking dialogue where there should be some. Somewhat disjointing, so you might want to look into that.
I know this is a first chapter and I understand that you want to squeeze in as much as possible into it, but I get the distinct impression that there's too much too fast. In the first chapter you want to keep things somewhat streamlined, so if it isn't really necessary either move it, or lose it. I think it'd make it read better. This is - as I must remind you - my opinion and completely up to you, so discard that if you want.
A small nick. Until later on, when it describes Wells in slightly more detail, I thought she was a guy. Weird...
Nathalya felt her stomach rumble. She had been too nervous about the meeting and now that that was finished, the nerves lessened somewhat and she realized how hungry she was. She pushed a strip of hair behind her ear and walked in the direction of the cafeteria. She navigated the many halls of the midsized ship, called Constable, with a familiar step.
I feel like you're telling this, instead of showing it. An idea for improvement could be: Nathalya's stomach rumbled. She had been gripped by nerves about the meeting and now that it passed, they released somewhat and brought back her appetite with force. Not my best example ever, but I think you get the idea. Also, you sure used the word 'she' a lot in here, maybe you should consider rewording some of it.
She sat down at a small square metal table near the back of the hall to eat. After a few moments, two others sat at her table and greeted her.
It very nearly sounds as if two more tables sat by hers instead of people. I don't think it'd hurt to say they were people.
She looked at Jones, who appeared to also know that fact.
Question is, how does anyone 'appear' to know something? Maybe his eyes should be dark with knowledge, or he presses his fingertips together in thought... something to indicate that he KNOWS.
I'll see you guys later?"
Just pointing out a double space between 'I'll' and 'see'.
She stepped through a door that opened automatically as she approached and then closed behind her. The air became colder as she climbed down a flight of steep, grated metal stairs. At the bottom of the stairs she stepped through another doorway, this one was always open.
There's a lot devoted to the door here. Maybe: A door hissed open as she approached, and whined shut after she passed to the other side. For the second part she could just walk through an archway instead of a door. If there's no door, can it be called a doorway?
Looking down, she saw the planet of El'Anorath.
Or, so it doesn't lie so flat: When she looked down she could see the planet of El'Anorath.
She picture the giant war machines,
Pictured*.
She was snapped back to reality when there came a voice over a loudspeaker announcing that non-utilized wings...
Perhaps, to eliminate the was: A voice boomed over the loudspeaker and snapped her back to reality with it's announcement that non-utilized wings...
Nathalya walked down several blocks, eating her apple from earlier,
Wait - where did this apple come from? Maybe you should mention this earlier.
The music was still playing softly, but sounded distant.
Or: Music still played softly, but it sounded distant.
It was made to look as much as the outside on Erath as possible.
Just making sure that you did mean Erath, and not Earth. I'm never sure in Sci-Fi novels.
Overall: Looks like this is going to turn into a high action novel, but there hasn't been much of that so far. First she's confident that she can perform the task she's been assigned, then she becomes anxious about it. From what the other's have said, her assignment is no joke. She could be killed, and never come back. Though the way Wells dismisses it kind of takes away from the moment somehow. She could offer a tense smile to downplay it less...
On that note, this isn't so bad for a first draft.
Keep writing!
~Tam
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