by T. J. Quinn
“In fact, yes, we can. There’s an abandoned planet not far from this solar system I’m sure you could live on. It’s very similar to your own planet,” Exion informed.
“Abandoned? What do you mean by that?”
“We found traces of civilization on it, but there isn’t any intelligent form of life inhabiting it now.”
“If the people that lived there abandoned it, it mustn’t be very good,” Jayport pointed out.
“We didn’t find any obvious reason for them to abandon it,” Exion explained. “It has the same kind of atmosphere you have on Earth and even similar vegetation and wildlife.”
“How do I know you’re not taking us into a trap?” Jarcor asked the alien, with a cold tone.
“Right now, our survival depends on you. We won’t risk that, believe me,” Exion assured him.
Jarcor nodded and allowed the Taucets to set course to the planet they had described, hoping for the best. If the place was really as they had described it, they would be able to establish it as their new home.
It took them a few days to get there, at full speed, but they used that time to get acquainted with the ship and its engineering as well as with the women and the aliens onboard.
They would soon be living on the same planet and they would have to establish alliances that would allow them to survive in outer space.
At first, the women were scared and even a bit hysterical, but the Taucets quickly controlled them with the collars they were wearing.
Once they realized they weren’t going back to planet Earth, they had accepted their destiny a lot calmer than he had expected. He guessed their time with the Taucets had taught them there was no use fighting against the inevitable.
Jarcor considered removing the collars from them, but he decided it would be better to do it later, when they were established.
What they did, as soon as possible, was to destroy the tracking devices installed on the nipple rings all the women had. The tattoos on their necks were also used to track the slaves, but the Taucets agreed to show Jarcor how to hack into it and destroy the circuitry hidden behind the ink.
When the ship finally arrived to the orbit of the new planet, Jarcor was anxious to get to their destiny. He wanted to start working on their new home.
Like Exion had told them, the planet was quite similar to Earth, with its oceans and green continents. They orbited the planet to get a good look at the extent of it, scanning it with the ships scanners confirming Exion’s words. There was no intelligent life form on the planet.
Unlike Earth, this planet only had three huge continents, separated by the blue oceans, though there seemed to be a lot of small islands scattered around the seas near the shores.
They finally landed on the planet, near one of its seas and Jarcor set up an exploration group, including two of the Taucets, before he allowed the rest of his men to go down to the planet.
They traveled around the place for a couple of days and what they found was promising.
There was more than enough drinking water, animals they could surely use as food, as well as fish and vegetables. There were also rocks and trees for them to build new homes and keep themselves warm. This planet’s sun looked a bit further away than the sun of Earth’s solar system, but the temperature on the planet was quite agreeable, at least, at this time of the year.
They would be able to make their homes here and its proximity to the planet Earth would make it easier for them to free more cyborgs and bring them there.
“This place looks perfect. Why do you think its former inhabitants abandoned it?” Jayport asked, curious, as they walked along a sandy beach.
They had decided to establish their first village not far from the sea, but close enough to a river to have all the fresh water they might need.
“I have no idea, but we’ll have to investigate that, once we’re established here. Our priority has to be finding fuel so that we can travel back to Earth as often as possible to free all of the cyborgs we can,” Jarcor replied.
“The Taucets have been of great help so far. Perhaps they’re willing to keep helping us,” Jetfra suggested.
“Yes, it would have taken us much longer to find a place like this one, if it hadn't been for them,” Jarcor admitted.
Fortunately, the Taucets were more than willing to help the cyborgs in exchange to keep the women they had brought. Since they had been their slaves from the beginning and the women didn’t seem to object to the deal that was agreed upon.
The Taucets showed them what to look for on the planet they could use to trade on the intergalactic markets, something they didn’t even know existed.
The planet, called Arcadia, was rich in minerals highly valued on those markets, so soon they had all the resources they needed to go back for more cyborgs and to build their homes on the new planet.
They started by building a decent home for each man, giving them a place to call their own, with everything they could need to have a pleasant life.
They used the prefabricated houses they found on the intergalactic markets, so the houses were built a lot faster than it would have been if they had tried to build them from scratch.
They chose materials that combined perfectly with the landscape around them. Another one of their priorities was to use the natural energy sources of the planet as much as possible, so they installed solar panels and wind turbines.
In a few months, they had a new home.
Now, all they needed was to bring as many cyborgs as they could, to free them from their enslavement on Earth and give them the life they deserved.
Life was starting to make sense again and Jarcor was pleased with how things had turned out.
His heart still craved for Sabrina, but he was learning to kill those weakening feelings. She had no place in his new life and he was sure she had long since forgotten him.
All he needed to do now was to focus on their new planet and everything would be just fine.
At least, that was what he kept telling himself at night, when loneliness dug its claws in his aching heart and made him want more.
Chapter Sixteen
They returned to planet Earth as soon as they were able to. They wanted to send all the information they had on how to escape and where to go when they did escape.
They offered the Taucets to take them back to their people, but they declined. They had established their lives on Arcadia and they were more than happy there, with their slaves and the cyborgs.
Back in Earth’s orbit, they remained as hidden as possible, while Jarcor went back to the planet with three of his men.
They needed to find a computer they could use to send all the information they had gathered on how to escape. Jarcor remembered the cabin he had been with Sabrina and decided to go there.
He was sure she wouldn’t be there, but he would be able to use the cabin to send the information.
The minute he saw the small building, his mind was invaded by the images he had tried to bury in his mind of the two of them together.
“This is a nice place. We should establish it as a rendezvous point,” Jayport suggested as he entered the cabin.
Jarcor followed him, and her scent enveloped him as if she was in the room, making his heart stop for a second. His nostrils flared, relishing on her unique smell and it took him a few seconds to recover his cool.
He missed her more than he was willing to admit. But it was a useless feeling, since he would never see her again.
“No, this place isn’t abandoned. It would be too dangerous for both the owner and any fugitive cyborgs,” he explained. “The only reason we’re here now, is because I have been here before and I know we’ll find what we’ll need to send out the information.”
“That’s a shame.” There was a naughty grin on Jayport’s face, Jarcor chose to ignore.
It took them a couple of days to hack into the cyborgs database. Apparently, after their escape, the humans had reinforced the firewalls around it, but they w
ere no match for Jarcor, especially after all the upgrades and enhancements they had put him through.
It felt good to use the humans’ technology against themselves.
“We should try to get close to one of the bases and see if we can talk directly to some of the cyborgs,” Jayport suggested.
“Yes, that’s a good idea. I would love to take some more cyborgs back to Arcadia, with us, on this trip.” Jarcor said, nodding.
“That’s what I was thinking too,” Jayport replied, excited. “Perhaps we could infiltrate one of the battles and recover some of the cyborgs deployed to fight.”
“That would be too dangerous. There’s no point in exposing our lives, now that we’re free,” Jarcor pointed out.
“You know the Taucets are no match for us.”
“Yes, I know, but we don’t know what changes they might have done to the cyborgs,” he replied. “There’s a price on our heads, so it wouldn’t be that surprising to find out they programmed cyborgs to attack us.”
Jayport shook his head, finding it hard to believe. “I’m sure they would be able to fight that kind of programming.”
But Jarcor disagreed. Fighting the programming was too damn hard, especially if it was done to be particularly painful to resist it. He, better than anyone, knew that. “It’s not that easy.”
“I’m willing to take the chance. Freeing the other cyborgs is my new purpose in life. There is nothing else, Jarcor.” There was a hint of desperation in his friend’s tone and Jarcor finally understood what he meant.
Cyborgs had no family, and according to the studies and experiments done so far, he wouldn’t have any either. Cyborgs weren’t able to reproduce outside the labs, so, forming a family was also out of the question.
“Very well. I’ll help you. With luck, we’ll be able to free a couple of cyborgs.”
“Thank you, I’m sure we will.”
Chapter Seventeen
After they sent all the information, Jarcor took the other two cyborgs back to the main ship and left with Jayport to the nearest battlefield.
It didn’t take them much time to find it. They landed the vessel not far from it and gathering their weapons, they went to meet the battle.
“Open your communication channels, Jayport and try talking to any cyborgs,” Jarcor instructed.
“On it, but I think we’re too far or there’s too much interference.”
They walked closer and suddenly they were able to establish contact with the cyborgs.
“Jarcor! We were told you had been killed, along with the rest of the guys,” Raneze, one of the cyborgs he had trained with answered.
Jarcor snorted. “They wish. We’re all fine. We’ll transmit vital information for you guys in case you have the opportunity to escape. Can you broadcast it?”
“Yes, of course. I’m on the vehicle with a couple of friends, waiting to be taken back to the base.”
“What happened?” Jarcor asked, worried.
“We were ambushed by the Taucets and our legs have been injured. They’re getting smarter,” Raneze complained. “The other two with me are still unconscious.”
“Where’s the human designated to watching you?” Jarcor asked, a plan already forming in his mind.
“Taking a nap. There was enough time for him to take us back to the base while he waits for the other group, but he said we weren’t worth the effort.”
Jarcor grunted his rage. “He’s not the one in pain.”
“You know how it is.”
“Send me your coordinates. We’re coming for you and your friends. Let us know if he wakes up,” Jarcor warned him, turning to look at Jayport. “Here’s our chance.”
Jayport smiled and nodded. They followed the coordinates sent by Raneze and in a few minutes they were subduing the guard in charge of the vehicle.
“You won’t get away with this. This time we’ll capture you,” the guard threatened them as he struggled to free himself.
“Of course, you will,” Jarcor mocked him, as he dropped the man against a tree, near the vehicle.
Laughing, Jayport jumped to the driver’s seat while Jarcor hopped in the back, where the wounded cyborgs were laying down.
“Hi, Raneze. Ready to get the hell out of here?” the other man’s smile couldn’t be wider, despite the pain he was in.
“I’m more than ready.”
Jarcor pulled out of his belt the small kit he had prepared for an occasion such as this, and in just a few seconds, he was spraying Raneze’s armpit with anesthesia.
“There’s no need to use that. Just do it as fast as possible,” the man grumbled, eager to be free.
“There’s no rush. We have enough time and you’re already in pain.”
With swift motions, Jarcor cut open his skin and accessed the main control system and quickly punched the codes, freeing his friend and deactivating his trackers.
With Raneze ready, he turned to the other two cyborgs and proceeded to do the same, while Jayport took them to where they had their vessel.
By the time they arrived, he had freed the cyborgs, so they quickly carried them to vessel and took off.
“This is a nice vessel. Where did you get it?” Raneze asked.
“We took commandeered it from the Taucets,” Jayport replied with a naughty grin.
A few minutes later, they were entering the main ship, while Jarcor gave orders to leave immediately.
“Were you able to send out the information I sent you, Raneze?” he asked the other man, as he helped his men to carry the wounded to the infirmary.
“Yes, I was. And I’m sure it will be repeated until it reaches all cyborgs left on this planet.”
“Perfect, that’s exactly what we want.”
“Where are you taking us?” Raneze asked, puzzled.
“We’ve established our new home on a nearby planet, Arcadia. It’s quite similar to Earth, so I’m sure you’ll like it,” Jayport replied as he started to take care of the other two men’s wounds.
“That sounds like paradise,” Raneze mumbled, clearly too weak from the blood loss.
Jarcor and Jayport worked on the men’s wounds as fast as they could, knowing all they needed were basic care and time to allow their nanocybots to heal them.
By the time they arrived to Arcadia, the three men were much better, and as expected, they were thrilled with the planet.
Jarcor decided they would do several incursions to planet Earth to get as many cyborgs as they could, along with the ones who managed to free themselves, using the information Jarcor had sent them all.
Like Jayport had said, that was the only thing that gave sense to their lives. That and building a new home for those freed from human Government’s enslavement.
Slowly, Arcadia started to grow, providing a home for the cyborgs arriving. Soon they had an organized society, formed mainly by cyborgs, a few Taucets that had chosen to join them, and some human slaves captured during their incursions on Earth.
It probably wasn’t the fairest situation, but there was still too much cyborg resentment against the humans for them to simply forget and forgive.
Taking human slaves seemed to balance the scale, and Jarcor had to agree with it, to keep his men happy.
With time, things would change, and they would find what he had dreamed of: a society where all people were equal, with no slaves, not even robots or androids. All intelligent life would be treated equally.
But he knew that wouldn’t happen overnight.
He just wished he had someone to share his dream with, someone to warm his cold heart. But he had erased those wishes as soon as they surfaced in his mind.
The only woman he wanted in his life was Sabrina and he knew that would never happen, so it was pointless to wish things were different.
But he had his memories and satisfaction of finding a place for cyborgs to live free.
The end
Khajal
The Cyborns Reborn Series, Book 1
T.J. Quinn
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Chapter One
Savannah stopped for a moment to take a deep breath, allowing the fresh air of the mountain to fill her lungs. She probably shouldn’t be out here alone, but they had never seen a Taucet nor heard from them around the area, so she figured she would be alright. She had been feeling trapped in the small town where she lived. After more than two months of the same routine, work-house-work, she was about to climb the walls with sheer frustration.
That morning, the sun had come out after a long winter, and she wasn’t able to resist the temptation of going out for a walk in the woods just outside the small town. It was still freezing, but the chilly air was doing wonders to her spirit, and she was enjoying the freedom of being outside. The silence around her was so pleasant, so profound, she felt completely at peace, as her feet crushed the snowflakes underneath her heavy boots, on her way up the mountain.
Walking through the snow, she reached the top of a hill and using a fallen tree as a chair, she sat there for a while, just enjoying the view of the woods.
Fortunately, the aliens that had invaded the planet hadn't been able to reach her small town, and here there were no signs of the destruction the blue creatures had brought to their world. The humans were fighting hard to eliminate them, with the help of an army of cyborgs, but as the governments around the world kept telling them, it wasn’t easy to fight such powerful creatures. They demanded a lot of sacrifices from the people, but Savannah guessed it was a small price to pay for their survival.
