Third Scene From Seeking Vector

By on September 25, 2017

Woot! Seeking Vector, the next story in the cyborg series, is releasing new week (October 3rd)! I’ve been sharing the first chapter over the past couple weeks.

You can read the first scene here:

This week, I’m sharing the last scenes from Chapter One.


I’m surrounded by beings, as you are, yet I feel alone also. The female shared. I’m tired of not being seen, of never having anyone to speak with. She sighed. It has been half a lifespan since I heard the sound of my own voice.

Then use your real voice with me. He would then recognize his opponent when he finally apprehended her.

She paused. Was she considering it?

It’s too risky. She finally shared. I’ll be heard. They’ll track me.

I’ll track you. He said what she truly meant.

That too, warrior. She laughed. But if others track me, it could be bad for you, for your brethren. I’m not sloppy, she rushed to reassure him. My devices are programmed to self-destruct if they’re accessed by anyone else. There are ways of circumventing that programming, however.

Vector suspected she knew how to circumvent every control. Then why do you contact me at all, if you fear discovery? He kept the conversation focused on her, always her. That was safer. She was unlikely to uncover any cyborg secrets.

Though she could have learned some of those secrets from other warriors, other transmissions. She had first contacted him through one of the open lines. If the female was cautious, as he was, she would have listened for many planet rotations before reaching out to him.

She knew cyborgs had free will, that they weren’t solely machines, unthinking weapons of war. She was aware some of them had escaped Humanoid Alliance control, would have heard about the Homeland, their planet.

Yet none of that information had been transmitted to Humanoid Alliance officers. Her findings didn’t appear in any of their databases.

It wasn’t logical.

Unless she was truly an ally, as she often stated, a voice inside him whispered. That voice was obviously malfunctioning. Her fellow humans on the battle station tortured his brethren and she allowed that to happen, likely participated in the torment.

I contact you because I like the sound of your voice. The female’s confession sounded truthful but he couldn’t trust it. It makes me feel…alive.

She wouldn’t be alive for much longer. Once Vector uncovered her secrets, he would end her lifespan.

He could keep her, that malfunctioning inner voice contributed once more. He could petition the council to make an exception for her, to allow her to live.

Vector pushed those thoughts from his processors. She was the enemy, wasn’t his to keep, to petition for.

I dream about you during rest cycles.

Fraggin’ hole. The female knew what he wanted her to say. You dream about my voice?

Last rest cycle, I dreamed about you like this. She sent a file to him, increasing the encryption around it.

Vector scanned the file for viruses, found nothing. He shouldn’t open it. She was highly skilled, might have the ability to fool his scanners. But he couldn’t resist. He needed to know what she had uncovered, had to have that information.

Vector braced himself for a possible cyber-attack and played the footage.

It was coverage of the last mock battle, the focus on him. He fought Rage, a fellow C Model. Vector’s form was covered with blood, his and his opponent’s. His simulated body armor was tattered. He swung axes in both of his hands, attacking at cyborg speed, a smile curving his lips. Rage was on the defensive. Both of them grunted with effort, sparks flying from their blades.

Vector had enjoyed that fight. Battle, mock or real, was the only time he indulged his primitive C Model nature.

Sometimes I dream about you like this.

The next footage she sent was of him standing in front of his warship, his body straight and stiff, his expression dignified. That was how most beings viewed him. He was the captain.

The female saw the two sides of him, dreamed about his dual personas.

That knowledge both pleased and alarmed him. Have you tapped into our recording devices? Vector glanced upward. Did she have access to his ship’s systems?

I could tap into your recording devices. I have that ability. But that wasn’t necessary. Her mirth bubbled over him. Your brethren recorded the footage and shared it. It is easy to stalk you, Vector.

It was fraggin’ difficult to stalk her.

Sometimes I dream about you touching me. She wasn’t finished tormenting him. The weight of your body over mine. Your chest flattening my breasts. Your hips between my thighs. In those dreams, you fuck me like you fight—fast, fierce, nothing held back.

Vector’s cock pressed against the confines of his body armor. She wasn’t his female. He shouldn’t respond to her, yet he did. She had enthralled him.

I wake up wet, needy, my fingers in my tight pussy hole. The female was merciless. I stroke myself until I come, biting my lip as I find release, wishing to scream your name, to tell the universe whom I’m fantasizing about.

Female. Vector growled. There was only so much teasing he could take.

Are you hard for me, warrior?

He was hard, painfully so. Unable to lie and unwilling to confess that truth, to acknowledge she had that kind of control over him, Vector abruptly changed the topic. Did you have a reason for communicating with me?

I turn you on. Smugness lilted her simulated voice.

What is the purpose of your communication? He flexed to the point of straining, frustrated, wanting her—his enemy.

I understand, Captain. She blew out her breath. We’ll talk about something else.

Finally. Vector relaxed.

What are your council members doing with the information I gave you?

Nothing. He was truthful with her. She would be monitoring the transmissions to the cyborgs on her battle station, should already be aware of that.

I didn’t relay that information for fun. Her irritation now matched his. If this invasion happens, humanoids will die. Your brethren will die.

That is war. He concealed his guilt under a layer of coldness. What do you expect us to do?

Move your damn plans forward a few planet rotations. She increased the volume, mimicking shouting.

What plans? His gut said she was referring to a cyborg rebellion, but how could she have knowledge about that before he did?

Your council knows what plans. I won’t risk them by talking about them, even on this highly secure line. The volume of her voice lowered once more, as though that would stop anyone from listening to them. I’m disappointed, Vector.

In me? That bothered him for some unknown reason.

I’m disappointed in your council members. I thought they would be different, that they would be the solution. There was a pause. Don’t worry. I’ll do what I can.

He hadn’t been worried previously but he was now. What will you do?

I’ll see you soon. She ended the transmission.

Fraggin’ hole. She was taking action right away. Vector sprang from the sleeping support and rushed out of his chambers. He had to reach her before he lost control of the situation.


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Seeking Vector

A cyborg with a secret… A female seeking the truth…

Vector, the C Model captain of the Freedom, is a cyborg many warriors wish to emulate. He fights fiercely, leads with honor, has earned the respect and loyalty of his crew. But no being, not even a cyborg, is perfect. Since arriving at the Homeland, Vector has been hiding a dark truth about his past. If his secret is exposed, he could lose everything – his position, his ship, and his life.

Kasia excels at uncovering secrets. Half a lifespan ago, her curiosity placed her on the Humanoid Alliance’s kill list. Now she has accessed information the cyborg council would prefer remain hidden. Their warriors are hunting her and won’t rest until she’s dead.

When Vector arrives on her battle station, all grim determination, gray skin, and bulging muscles, Kasia knows he has been sent to kill her. That doesn’t stop her from wanting the dominant cyborg. She senses the savage nature under the male’s controlled exterior, sees the mysteries in his brilliant blue eyes, craves the roughness of his touch. She will risk all she has to experience his embrace.

Kasia braved the cyborg council’s ire for a reason. If she doesn’t convince Vector to act on the information she uncovered, the enemy could destroy his home planet and render every cyborg in the universe immobile.

Can a doubting C Model warrior learn to trust and to love before it is too late?

Seeking Vector is Book 10 in the Cyborg Sizzle series and is a STAND-ALONE story.
It is also a Cyborg SciFi Romance.

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