Choosing Chuckles, the next cyborg romance, releases on March 19th (It is available for pre-order now). While we wait, I thought I’d share the first chapter.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2019/02/18/choosing-chuckles-first-scene-of-the-first-chapter/
This week, I’m sharing the second scene of that first chapter.
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“Raise the shields.” Captain wasn’t as amused by the situation.
“Raising shields.” North complied with that order. “Are we activating the weapons system also, Captain?”
Would they shoot down a ship containing fellow cyborgs?
Even Chuckles was uncomfortable with that prospect. The warriors could be completing a secret mission for the cyborg council. Or they might have another reason for their silence and deception. There were too many unknown variables.
“We don’t fire on them unless they fire at us first.” Captain must have been uncomfortable with that drastic course of action also.
“They’re raising their shields.” North informed them.
Chuckles expected that response. Not raising their shields would put the unidentified cyborgs at a disadvantage. No warrior would allow that to happen.
“If the freighter continues on its course, it will soon exit our territory.” Truth indicated the trajectory on the main viewscreen. “The cyborgs are skilled at flying and their vessel can match our top speed. We won’t catch up to them, can’t block their escape…unless we take extreme measures.”
The daredevil D Model wanted to take those measures. Chuckles heard that in his voice. The male would get them all killed.
His gaze shifted to Captain’s female. Her mostly human form was fragile and he had deemed himself responsible for protecting her.
He’d push her into an escape pod before putting her at risk.
“We are not taking extreme measures.” Captain’s decision made Chuckles’ plan unnecessary. “Follow the freighter.”
“Understood, Captain.” Truth leaned forward.
The Reckless shadowed the freighter. The distance between the two vessels didn’t increase but it also didn’t decrease.
They wouldn’t catch their target, and they were quickly approaching the edge of the sector.
“Don’t pursue them past the border.” Captain added that restriction.
Everyone, including Captain’s female, looked at their leader. To detect a possible enemy and not confront him was not the cyborg way.
“We’re not officially patrolling the fringes of our sector.” Captain reminded them.
The cyborg council had stripped them of their formal roles in the fleet, based on a minor infraction. That was why the Reckless was positioned on the outskirts and not guarding the smaller, more-critical-to-protect border around their Homeland.
“Using lethal force to stop our own kind from leaving the space isn’t an option for us.”
The captain was right. There was a high probability Power, the head of the cyborg council, would reprimand them severely for that action.
Chuckles didn’t trust the E Model. At all. Power made the decisions he processed as being right for all of the cyborgs, not taking individual wants and needs and intentions into consideration.
He could deem them to be a threat, authorize other ships to blow up the Reckless, killing everyone on board.
His gaze flicked again to Captain’s female.
“We’re letting them go, Captain?” Truth raised his eyebrows. “They’re not responding to our hails, have modified their freighter, adding guns. They must be planning to use those weapons.”
“They’re planning to use those weapons outside our sector.” Captain jutted his jaw, not moving on his stance. “The primary mission of the Reckless and all of the warriors on board this ship is to ensure every cyborg within our territory remains alive and free. That is our priority.”
Cyborgs had fought hard to escape their human masters. They had struggled and killed and made heart-wrenching sacrifices to reach the Homeland, a planet they had claimed as theirs. Many of their brethren hadn’t survived.
Their freedom was to be protected at all costs. Every warrior, including Chuckles, would agree with that.
But ending the chase without confronting, without even identifying the cyborgs in the freighter, was fraggin’ exasperating. Chuckles’ fingers curled into tight fists, his systems wanting a more satisfying resolution to the encounter.
They wouldn’t get one. The Reckless stopped at the border, remaining inside the sector…barely. The freighter and its occupants exited cyborg-controlled space, quickly moving out of range of their monitoring system, taking the answers he sought with them.
“They might return using the same route.” Hope lilted Truth’s voice.
“We’ll be here waiting for them, if they do return.” Captain’s face was hard. “Our patrol zone has decreased, warriors.” He marked their new perimeters on the main viewscreen. “This is the territory we’re now responsible for guarding.”
It was small and devoid of planets, other ships, and lifeforms.
If the freighter didn’t re-enter cyborg space soon, everyone on the Reckless would expire from frustration and boredom. Chuckles massaged his knee.
Moments passed. No one said a word.
“There’s a distress call originating in the next sector.” Captain’s female broke the silence. “We could respond to that while we wait.”
Like the rest of the beings on board the Reckless, she preferred to take action.
“Why are you monitoring communications in the next sector?” Captain asked the question Chuckles was processing.
She shrugged her shoulders, not giving them an answer. “I’m putting the distress call on the main viewscreen.”
The interior of a small shuttle craft was displayed. A human female looked into the recording device and the probability Chuckles would expire from boredom was abruptly reduced to 0.0000 percent.
His jaw dropped. The female’s hair was bright blue and pink, the tendrils gathered into two bunches of hair on opposite sides of her head. Her lips were the same unusual combination of colors. Her eyelashes were inhumanly long and thick. Pink crystals hung from her ears.
His gaze lowered. Her pink flight suit was partially unfastened, displaying a mouth-drying abundance of cleavage. Her white breasts sparkled.
The female was curvy. All over.
“Help. I need help.” Her husky voice hardened his cock, his tip pressing against the confines of his body armor. “I was on my way home and my ship stopped moving.” She stroked the tops of her breasts. Her fingernails matched her lips and hair. “I don’t know how to fix it.” The female pouted. “I’m all alone and I have no idea what to do. If you hear this, please contact me.”
Read the next installment (Available March 4th): http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6777
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Choosing Chuckles
A Cynical Cyborg Meets A Bad, Bad Female.
Chuckles hates all humans. In the past, humans betrayed him. That treachery caused permanent damage to his muscular form, resulting in a lifespan of pain.
When the primitive D Model cyborg answers a distress call sent by a pink-and-blue haired, sparkly human female, he knows it’s a trap. He still has to respond to her fake cry for help. She belongs to him, is the one being genetically fabricated for him. But he plans to be her captor, not her captive.
Bettina, aka Bait, works with a team of females, snaring sexual predators in space, seizing their ships and transporting them to primitive planets. As soon as she speaks with Chuckles, she knows he’s not like the others. He has honor, is a being worthy of respect, of caring.
But she can’t let him go. She has to trap him. His dominance thrills her. His deep voice evokes desires she’d never experienced in the past. She’ll risk it all, breaking every rule for one wild encounter with the male she calls Sir.
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