The countdown to Drift Would’s release day continues! I’m sharing scenes from the first chapter as we wait for its release on July 23rd.
You can read the first scene of the first chapter here:
https://tasteofcyn.com/?p=12015
This week I’m sharing the third scene.
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“You might need more firepower.” Repercussion grabbed the missile launcher that had been strapped to his back. “I gave one of these to Second.” He gazed down at the weapon and sighed. “It’s a duplicate of the missile launcher Captain’s female wields.”
Captain’s female was a Valkyrie. Her kind were fierce warriors and had excellent taste in weapons.
Repercussion looked at Drift. His gaze shifted to Cure. Then it returned to Drift.
“You should take it.” He held the missile launcher out to Drift.
“I can’t take it, my friend.” Drift was honored by the gesture. The weapon meant something to the male. “It’s yours.”
“I can modify another one.” Repercussion shrugged. “It took me fifteen planet rotations to do that properly with the first one. This second one took twelve planet rotations. The next one should take an even shorter duration.” He gave Drift a sheepish smile. “And you’ll need it to protect your genetic match.”
Drift didn’t project he’d meet his genetic match. “Our mission is to destroy the weapon the Humanoid Alliance is fabricating.”
“You’ll need it for that also.” The male beamed. “You can never have too many missile launchers.”
Repercussion loved to fight.
As did Drift.
They were cyborgs. Their kind was manufactured for battle. Waging war pleased their design.
And both Drift and Cure had to prepare for conflict.
The Humanoid Alliance processed only one language – violence. The enemy wouldn’t allow their superweapon to be destroyed without a fight.
“We can never have too many missile launchers.” Drift accepted the gift.
The weapon would add more weight, but it was necessary.
He slid the missile launcher into the cargo hold.
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By the time Drift and Cure left the battle station, the cargo hold of their modified freighter was full. Cure had stocked the space with more medical supplies. Repercussion had supplied them with additional weapons. And Yum had provided them with another container of Pirx berry-flavored nourishment bars because, he shared with Drift, females liked them.
Despite the added weight, the modified freighter, with its improved engines, reached giddily fast speeds during the first portion of the voyage. Drift didn’t have sufficient open space to truly test the engines’ capabilities, but he was thrilled with the results thus far.
When they reached the debris field, he had a smile plastered across his face.
He also had sensors stuck all over his form, including the insides of his cheeks. Cure had decided to run a series of experiments, and Drift was his test subject.
As long as it didn’t interfere with the speeds they reached and it made the medic happy, Drift tolerated the poking and prodding. Though he was grateful Grid and Argot and the rest of his brethren weren’t present to see him looking like a fraggin’ fool.
“Your heartrate is decreasing.” Cure pointed his handheld at Drift.
“I’m slowing our ship.” Drift, unfortunately, had to do that. Strike, via transmission, had informed them that Strike’s female’s kind would be contacting them before they entered the debris field. “The Syndiculs should be—”
The lights on the modified freighter’s console flashed.
“That must be them now.” Drift opened communications.
“You have entered space temporarily controlled by Syndiculous 5.” A human female’s face appeared on the main viewscreen. Her gaze met his for two heartbeats and then shifted upward. “Identify yourself.”
“This is Drift and Cure.” He answered for both of them. “Strike, our brethren, has obtained authorization for us to cross the debris field.”
“Pilot Drift. Medic Cure.” The female smiled. “Yes. We’ve been notified of your request.” Her gaze returned to his forehead. “The Ministers of Intergalactic Relations have also informed us that speed is of the essence.”
“Speed is essential.” And it was greatly enjoyed. Drift smiled back at her.
The female said nothing. She continued to stare at his forehead.
“It’s a sensor,” Drift explained.
“What?” The female’s cheeks flushed with pink pigment. “I mean…what is a sensor, Pilot Drift?”
“The blue square stuck to the middle of my forehead is a sensor, my new human friend.” Drift grinned. He must look like a disaster. “All my responses during this voyage are being monitored to benefit cyborg science.”
“Cyborg medical science.” Cure corrected him. The fool appeared pleased with himself.
“Cyborg medical science.” Drift laughed. “Give Medic Cure a couple more moments and he’ll have you hooked up to sensors also.”
The female’s eyes widened. “A path has been blasted through the debris field,” she hurriedly told him. “Follow our ship and we’ll lead you through it.”
She really didn’t want to end up looking like him. Drift struggled to contain his mirth. “We’re following your ship.”
They weren’t following it quickly.
The human female was flying a standard EE284 survey ship. And she flew it cautiously.
But they traveled faster through the debris field than Strike had flown, according to the database. There was wreckage on both sides of them. Strike would have navigated through cluttered space similar to that. Their path, in contrast, was clear, it was direct and it was safe.
It was also unexciting. Even the mines that had been set along the far edge of the floating wasteland had been removed.
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Read the next scene (available July 15th) here:
https://tasteofcyn.com/?p=12021
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Drift Would
A cyborg and a spy fly into danger.
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Drift is one of the best pilots in existence, and he has been assigned a perilous mission.
The G Model cyborg must fly to a distant planet, locate the sector-destroying superweapon the enemy is projected to be developing there, and obliterate that threat to the universe.
When Drift arrives at his destination and meets with an informant, he’s distracted by a mysterious human female seated in the shadows. She’s Drift’s genetic match, and she is the one being he’s destined to care for, claim, and protect.
She’s also a liar and a thief. And she might be working with the enemy.
Trusting her could kill him and everyone he cares about.
Liar. Thief. Seductress. Saboteur. Roshini has been called all of those things. And she has earned each label. She’s done some terrible things to safeguard the beings she loves.
A gray-eyed cyborg warrior with nimble hands and a shared need for speed won’t stop her high-risk activities.
She’ll sacrifice everything, including her lifespan, to complete her self-appointed top-secret assignment.
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Drift Would is a standalone, enemies-to-lovers, Cyborg SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes-violent universe.
It features a cyborg who loves to break speed records, a human spy with a talent for changing her appearance, and a foe intent on killing them both.
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