Choosing Chuckles – First Scene Of The First Chapter
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.
This week, I’m sharing the first scene of that first chapter.
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Chapter One
Chuckles hated humans. All of them.
Captain’s female wasn’t an exception to that stance. He
placed two nourishment bars and a container of beverage on the console she
shared with her male. After bonding with the captain and manufacturing their
offspring, she was no longer 100.0000 percent human.
That meant she was…tolerable.
Chuckles paused for a moment, perusing the selection before
him. He then opened the packaging around one of the nourishment bars. It was
Captain’s female’s favorite flavor. She’d choose that nourishment bar to eat
first.
Are you planning to chew it for her too? Trust, a fellow D
Model cyborg, teased over a private transmission line.
Frag off. Chuckles scowled at his never serious friend.
Someone had to supply the nourishment and beverage for the
female, and Captain was busy, commanding their ship, the Reckless. Their
current mission was to ensure no unauthorized vessels crossed the border they
patrolled, since that would jeopardize the safety of every fraggin’ being
within their sector.
Chuckles’ gaze remained on Truth. Some beings didn’t process
that.
He limped back to his seat, dragging his left booted foot
behind him. His leg was permanently damaged. No one, not even Doc, the ship’s
skilled medic, could repair his malfunctioning limb.
If Chuckles had remained under Humanoid Alliance control,
the humans would have deemed him not worth saving. They would have
decommissioned him, raiding his form for parts before killing him in the most
horrific way possible.
He lowered into his chair, forcing his leg to bend. Pain
shot along the limb, stressing his processors.
Chuckles was no longer a slave to his human manufacturers.
He and his brethren had escaped.
Some of those cyborgs would also view him as being
defective.
Captain entered the bridge. The big C Model carried his
female in his arms. Future, their newly manufactured offspring, was training
this shift and didn’t accompany them.
Chuckles rubbed his aching knee.
Captain didn’t perceive him as being defective. The male
claimed his seat on the bridge, setting his no-longer-human female on his lap.
He didn’t make any allowances for Chuckles’ malfunction, holding him to the
same high standard he demanded of all beings on board his ship.
Chuckles respected that.
Captain’s female touched the opened nourishment bar on the
console. Her head turned toward Chuckles and she met his gaze. Her lips lifted
into a small smile.
Chuckles frowned back at her. Why was she looking at him
like that?
It was a nourishment bar, for frag’s sake. He left two of
them for her every planet rotation. It was nothing to get excited about.
“There’s a ship approaching.” North, Captain’s
second-in-command, redirected his attention to the main viewscreen.
A red dot appeared on the edge of the terrain they
monitored. It flashed once and then disappeared, the ship quickly moving out of
range.
“Hail the vessel.” Captain straightened in his seat, forcing
his female to do the same. “And follow it.”
Chuckles hailed the vessel. There was no immediate response.
“Following the ship, Captain.” Truth grinned, placing his hands
on the viewscreen embedded in the console before him. “Finally, we have some
excitement.”
They abruptly changed course. The engines growled and the
floor tiles vibrated under Chuckles’ booted feet as the warship accelerated.
Their target’s speed increased also, the vessel skimming
along the border of Reckless’ monitoring range.
That had to be intentional. Chuckles frowned. The beings on
board the ship were deliberately trying to avoid detection.
“They’re running from us, Captain.” Truth’s voice was edged
with glee. His friend was enjoying the chase.
Chuckles wasn’t as thrilled with their opponent’s response.
He didn’t trust them to adhere to the rules of engagement, to behave honorably.
“They’re not answering the hail, Captain.”
“Don’t lose them.” Captain’s tone was dark and disapproving.
“And continue trying to communicate with them.”
Chuckles wouldn’t stop hailing the ship, but the probability
anyone would respond was 5.2596 percent. That number lowered with every passing
moment.
“They’re flying a freighter.” Captain’s female enlarged an
image of the ship on the main viewscreen. “It must be modified. According to
the specs, they’re surpassing their top speed.”
“Freighters aren’t manufactured with hidden gun ports
either.” Dissent highlighted the weapons hidden on the ship. The J Model could
have been the captain of his own battle station, yet had chosen to serve on the
Reckless.
“Lifeform scans indicate three cyborgs on board.” North
surprised Chuckles with that revelation.
“There are no transmissions originating from the freighter.”
He monitored all public communications on the cyborg-only lines.
Their kind tended to transmit constantly, sharing
information and experiences with millions of their brethren. That was one of
their strengths.
“Are the lifeform scanners malfunctioning?” Captain proposed
an explanation for the silence.
“I ran a systems check. The lifeform scanners are fully
functional, Captain.” North rejected that possibility.
“The cyborgs are hiding from us.” Captain’s female, a master
of evasion, voiced the scenario Chuckles deemed most likely.
He trusted very few beings and these cyborgs were unknown to
him. They had also hidden the true function of their ship, disguising a vessel
designed for war as a ship manufactured to convey supplies.
Deception was very seldom utilized to benefit others. Its
primary function was to harm.
The pain in his knee was a constant reminder of that.
The Reckless shifted hard to the right. The container of
liquid Chuckles had placed on Captain’s female’s console toppled over, rolling
forward on the bridge.
“They won’t lose me.” Truth, that illogical cyborg, laughed.
Read the next installment (Available February 25th): http://tasteofcyn.com/?p=6773
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Choosing Chuckles_ebookx2_300dpi (1)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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