Hers To Command – First Scene

By on January 16, 2017

Hers To Command, the next story in the cyborg series, is releasing February 14th (yes, Valentine’s Day). It is available for pre-order now. I’ll be sharing the first chapter over the next few weeks.

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Chapter One

Carys was tired, emotionally and physically.

She’d joined the Rebels twenty-two solar cycles ago, at the beginning of the rebellion against the Humanoid Alliance, and had worked her way up the ranks. Now she was commander of a massive battle station, responsible for thousands of beings.

Having just worked three shifts in a row, exhaustion had caught up to her.

Squinting at the main viewscreen, she tried to focus her eyes. The battle station was in open space. There wasn’t a planet or another vessel nearby. She dropped her gaze to her control panel. There had been a slight malfunction a few moments ago, but all of the systems were now working properly.

The battle station was as serene as a massive vessel could be.

Her first officer wiggled in the chair beside hers. Her protégé was eager to take the helm. She was young, aggressive, relished a challenge, and was hungry for a ship of her own.

The human female would have to wait. The battle station belonged to Carys. She’d earned it, would keep it.

“Do you detect any activity, First?” Carys knew the female’s name, knew which small planet her officer had originated from, knew she had lost her mother, father, two sisters and two brothers in a Humanoid Alliance attack.

But she never used her first officer’s name. Carys had made that mistake once, solar cycles ago, when she was a warship captain.

Beings died in war. That was the unfortunate reality. Her officers were constantly changing, the dead being replaced with the living.

During an attack, she’d referred to her weapons officer by his predecessor’s name. The correction and the delay it had caused, slight yet significant, had resulted in a crew member’s death.

From that moment onward, she referred to beings by their position, by their function. That policy appeared cold and impersonal to outsiders. Carys didn’t care. She was interested in ending a war, not winning a popularity contest.

“There’s no unusual activity, Commander,” her first officer reported.

“Then you have the bridge, First.” Carys stood.

Her first officer jumped to her feet.

Carys suppressed her smile. Her exhaustion made one being happy.

She glanced around her one more time, assuring all was calm, and exited the bridge.

Beings snapped to attention as she marched along the corridors. Male, female, undefined gender, human, Palavian, Tau Cetian, Dracheon, others, watched her, their leader. If the beings were competent and added value, she didn’t care what else they were. They were welcome on her battle station.

“Commander.” Her space traffic officer, an overly intense Ungarian male, rushed toward her, his blue-furred face damp with perspiration. “I verified that no unauthorized beings have accessed the battle station through the docking bay.”

She continued walking, not at all reassured. He’d given her the same update five planet rotations ago and they’d ended the shift with one missing medic, a docking bay filled with dead bodies, and no suspects.

It was strange. The space had been monitored. She’d reviewed the footage. But there hadn’t been one image of the shooter…or shooters. There hadn’t been any records of ships that hadn’t belonged there.

Requiring guidance, she’d relayed the situation to the Rebel Assembly. Her superiors hadn’t given her any additional insights. Instead, they’d questioned her competence, chiding her for her lack of knowledge. A commander should be aware of everything that happened on her battle station.

She wanted to blame the space traffic officer for that criticism. Judging by the corpses, the killer or killers had entered through his domain, yet he’d been oblivious of what was happening.

But she couldn’t do that. The Assembly was right. She was the commander. The battle station was her responsibility.

The space traffic officer trailed her, giving her an update she half listened to. Her weary mind dwelled on the attack. She didn’t like unanswered questions and it continued to bother her. There was something she was missing. She felt that truth.

Two massive males, taller and broader than any she’d met, entered the corridor, diverting her attention. They were clad in form-fitting black body armor, the garments decorated with daggers, guns and other weapons.

The males were warriors. Carys’ nipples tightened and her pussy grew wet. She couldn’t remember the last time she reacted physically to any being. She’d thought that part of her lifespan was over, decimated by the war, by responsibility.

They strode toward her, their shoulders broad, their hips narrow, the muscles on their chests, arms, and legs defined.

Her head tilted back. The warriors had a similar look, both had closely cropped brown hair, golden skin, their features strong, stark. One black mark was slashed across each cheek, accentuating their primitive appearance.

As they neared her, their gazes fixed on her face. One male had brown eyes, dark and intense. The other had blue eyes, sparkling with humor, with life, belying his blank expression.

She didn’t recognize either of them. That wasn’t surprising. They’d lost quite a few beings in the last clash with the Humanoid Alliance and she hadn’t yet met all of their replacements.

The battle station’s ranks had also swelled since the Retrievers, the Humanoid Alliance’s bounty hunters, had revolted. Beings had less fear of being recovered once they rebelled.

Her gaze drifted over the males. They were formidable. She was glad these two warriors were on her side of the war.

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Read the next scene here (available January 23rd): http://tasteofcyn.com/2017/01/23/hers-to-command-second-scene/

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Three Battered Hearts. One Perfect Love

Ace and Thrasher share a special bond. They’ve never acknowledged that connection and have never fully acted on it. The Humanoid Alliance kill cyborg males like them, deeming the warriors to be defective. Now that Ace and Thrasher have escaped, they don’t trust the cyborg council and their brethren to react any differently. Physical love is too risky for them to consider.

Until they meet her.

Carys is the Commander of a Rebel Battle Station. She has dedicated her lifespan to seeking vengeance against the Humanoid Alliance and the cyborgs who killed her daughter. On her battle station, she makes the rules, and if she wants to kiss, touch, and pleasure two mysterious warriors, she will. Nothing, not even enemy warships and a mass cyborg rebellion, can stop her.

In the midst of a war, enemies can become lovers and loyalties can change in a moment. Can a forbidden relationship between two cautious cyborgs and one unbending human Commander survive?

Hers To Command is Book 8 in the Cyborg Sizzle series.
Due to the number of returning characters in this story, you’ll enjoy Hers To Command more if you’ve read the other stories first.
This is a MMF BBW Cyborg SciFi Romance.

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