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Galactic Cyborg Heat Series Book 1. Rage.
Chapter One
Kim walked towards the Bridge from the engine room. It was running like a dream. Mack would be eating his words and she would be one proud owner of a new laser gun. Kim grinned and picked up the pace. She couldn’t wait to see his face when she told him. He’d give her that, ‘I don’t believe it look’, then look all pissed at her, then slap her on the back and hand over the gun. Kim rubbed her hands together. Easy pickings. She told herself. The explosion threw her hard against the wall banging her head and bruising her arm, as she’d reached out trying to stop herself and her ribs, hitting hard against it. Fuck that hurt. Screamed across her mind as her body protested being abused.
The alarm bleared out. She tried to focus. “Kim you in engineering?” Her comm blurted. Mack. Her partner. She made a grab for it nursing her damaged arm, trying to focus passed the banging in her head.
“J..u..s..t….. left …… what the fuck, heading back,” she told him peeling herself off the wall and wiping blood from her face. “What the hell was that?” She shouted out over the noise on the Bridge over the comm. It told her everything she needed to know. They were in trouble and Mack confirmed it.
“Under attack, pirates, give me all you can girl.”
Fuck! “On it.” She squeezed out determinedly. Her head banging from the impact, she staggered back down the corridor towards engineering. Blood ran down the side of her face. The ship rocked again, then shuddered and the alarm blaring in her eardrums. Kim looked around her at the ship. She hoped to god it held together.
Slapping her hand on the scanner to give her access, Kim walked into chaos. Fuck. She’d only just left and it was fucking perfect. She rushed to the controls and checked the damage. Damn it. This was going to take some work. She berated herself getting down to work. Shutting down both generators, wasn’t easy. By the time she was finished, the strain on her arm or ribs was killing.
She turned her attention to the engines. They were badly overheated as they continued to spark and try to fire back to life. She re-routed the coolant and shot it passed both. Steam started pumping out. That was easier to deal with than a fractured engine. She knew both the coolant and the engines weren’t designed to do that but she just knew, both could handle it. And when her gut told her that, she knew to rely on it. She checked the temperature gauges. It was going down dramatically but still taking time. Kim frowned. It was time she wasn’t sure they still had.
“How long Kim?” Mack called out over the comm. Another hit rocked the ship. It threw her across the console. Damn it. Her head pounded. Another streak of blood ran into her eye and she swiped at it, getting it out of her eyes. Now her chest hurt from the impact of the console. For fuck sake. She gritted out.
“They’re coming in to board us girl, we’re dead in the water, get us moving. Now.” Mack was starting to piss her off. She ran around the core and bi-passed and patched several components. Ripping wiring out of one then another.
“Give me a fucking minute here Mack.” She told him through gritted teeth.
She manually pulled out cable and turned back to the control. The generators were cool enough now. She patched a connection to forward drive and linked it to both generators. Again, she knew they weren’t meant to work in tandem like that, but if they wanted any hope in hell of getting away, she needed both. Kim connected them and hoped it didn’t blow up in her face. Her gift told her it was the right move. Kim took the coolant offline. She turned it all back on and all switches went to green. Another hit rocked the ship. Now or never, she told herself. She punched the restart. Both generators kicked in. The core powered up.
She clicked the comm. “We have power. Go for broke Mack.” She told him and felt the moment the core engaged. She hadn’t had time to re-set stabilizers. The whole ship shot forward as she landed on her ass and with relief, it kept going.
Kim grinned. Take that suckers. O yeah, she was good.
***
They’d been caught with their pants down. Rage stormed around the Bridge. They’d been about to board and then they were gone. That pissed him off. He looked around the Bridge holding on to his temper. He was called Rage for a reason and spoke aloud. “What the hell went wrong? We had them.” Pain, his First, turned from his comms station.
“That ship is not meant to have that capacity. It was dead in the water.”
“Well, it isn’t now. I want to know how that was done. We need that cargo back.” He told him. He looked at the vid screen, the vessel no longer in view. They’d be seeing that again and soon.
***
Kim spent the next six hours nursing the engines and her bruises. Putting out fires, both figuratively and literally and patching up equipment. Those pirates were cleaver, she’d give them that. They ‘d hit the engine room for a reason. They wanted to incapacitate the ship and had done it. Something sour burnt in her stomach. Pirates. That meant they wanted the ship or something on it or both. Her gut twisted. It had been a long time since she’d had to run from that. She clicked her comm.
“Mack how’s it look?”
“Good job Kim. No direct pursuit. But they must have known our route so I’m going to zig a bit. Engines up to that?” He asked her. Kim blew out a breath. It would put an extra load on it.
“We’ll need a Port soon but they’re ok for now. It’s a mess back here, but it’s working. I need a month on those engines Mack and soon.” She could imagine him nodding and looking pissed. A month in docks meant no revenue and spending some. Mack didn’t like that.
“Get some rest. I’ll keep an eye on things.” He told her.
Kim didn’t need telling twice. She checked everything was secure and in the green and walked back towards her quarters. She stopped at the medical bay and grabbed a scanner. Two ribs damaged. A sprained wrist. Two nasty cuts on her head and concussion. Fantastic. Not that any of that was a big surprise. She’d been fending off the aches and pains for a while.
She grabbed the med pads, cleaned the areas and patched herself up. On her way out she grabbed some pain meds. They’d make her sleep. Her head still banging, she made her way to her cabin. Ready to crash into a healing sleep. Kim opened the door and shuddered. That had been a close call.
***
“So tell me, how’d we lose that ship?” Rage sat behind his desk in his office off the Bridge. His men around him. He’d given them enough time. Now, he wanted answers. Burn, one of his team leaders gave him the run down. He’d been monitoring the ship's systems while they’d attacked.
“The spec and intel from that ship were clear. It has hold capacity for 100 cubics. Is run by its main computer. Has manual back up. Designed for 5 crew. We had two life signs. Our intel told us it this ship only had two crew. It was a match. We waited until the one in engineering was clear before firing. The ship was already running at twice the capacity of its registration. The only way to slow it down was to target the engines. They should have been knocked out and stayed out. We hit it several more time’s to show we meant business. Sent over desist and prepare to be boarded, no one answered. Then their engines fired at almost light speed. It shouldn’t be possible. That suggests some fancy re-model not registered or tec we don’t know about.”
Rage didn’t like the answer. “What information do we have on these modified engines? Can we catch them?”
“We were faster before we knocked out their engines, now they are.” Burn told him sounding as confused as he looked. “Whatever they did, we could use that.”
“Agreed.” Rage told him. “Find them.”
***
They had been in port for two weeks and Kim had never been happier. Mack was pushing her to finish. But not this time. Kim headed towards her favorite pl
ace on this Port. Well, favourite that didn’t include food on the menu.
She’d had to strip everything out and re-build from scratch. And to make her designs work, she’d needed to get creative and she had. New ideas on engine capacity that she hadn’t been able to use before, she put in. Now, she wanted to tweak it. She was sure they would get another 25% out of the new design, compared to the old ones and what she’d managed under fire. It was a good move if he would just give her the time to get it done.
She wanted it new and perfect. She couldn’t help it. Her gift saw how things worked. How it could be improved and a need in her just wanted to make it happen. This would hold them for a very long time. Unless, Mack let her upgrade again. Kim smiled. If they didn’t come under fire again, that is. It might be years before another full upgrade would be possible. She knew her gift would itch at that.
But this design was that good and the new one, the next-gen one, was even better. Way beyond anything she’d thought of before. She just knew it would work. So when Mack started to umm and err, she’d got nasty and threatened to quit if he didn’t let her do her job. And a reminder that her work had saved his ass had helped. Kim grinned as she walked in the door of the shop she wanted. Mack loved her and she loved him, but he was a pain in the ass.
“Good morning Lady Kim.” She smiled at the unusual way Remix always spoke to her, when she came into his chop shop.
“Good morning to you Remix. I’m here for my order.” She told him cheerfully. Then leaned on the counter. “What did you think of the new engine design I sent you?” Kim noticed he looked a little distracted. That wasn’t normal for Remix when money was involved. She narrowed her eyes, as the hair on the nap of her neck stood up.
“It was very creative Lady. Would it work?” He asked her, not really committing to the conversation.
Kim nodded wondering what was going on and played along.
“Yeah, it would. It would be something special and I’m keeping that one to myself. The parts alone would cost many credits but once completed it would outran everything out there.”
Remix started shuffling from one foot to the other. She knew this to be a sign of his agitation. They’d been to this Port enough times for her to build up relationships with those that lived here. Something was seriously wrong here if Remix was agitated. Kim then sensed the presence. She grabbed her gun and held it by her leg. Remix wasn’t easily upset and that told her everything.
“You ok Remix?” She asked him guarded. He glanced to his right and she followed his eye line. Two males came out from behind some large shelving. She hadn’t noticed them at all. That was bad and stupid. They made no sound as they came into view. And how the hell had she missed them she couldn’t figure. They were just so ….. huge.
“That’s far enough.” She told them and lifted her gun. Even at this range, she had to look up. “I’m going to assume this was opportunistic,” she told them. “Wrong place, wrong time. I’d rather things didn’t get messy here.” Kim wrinkled her nose in distaste.
Both the men looked at each other and grinned. Ok, that couldn’t be good. The larger one stepped forward and Kim took one back. He pointed to Remix.
“This one tells us you re-built the engines on your ship. It now has more than three times its capacity to light speed.” Kim glanced towards Remix keeping a firm check on the two males. She gave him ‘what were you thinking’ look. Kim thought he looked a bit green.
“Telling tales Remix? That’s bad for business.” She told him. There goes your payday.
She noticed the larger male take a step closer to her. “Move again and I’ll blow your fucking head off.” She told him plainly. This was no play date. He put up both hands.
“We are interested in the information only.”
Kim considered lying, but Remix knew the truth. And she’d bet a years wages, these guys already knew who she was and what she could do. Remix wasn’t good under pressure. They were either being polite or playing with her. Kim snorted to herself. Polite wasn’t in the outa rims or the inner ones either. She started to back out the store.
“Remix, we will discuss this.” She told him keeping her eyes squarely on the men in front of her. She saw Remix bob his head from the corner of her eye. Was he tearing up? Payback was a bitch.
As she backed up she reasoned if she could get outside, she could lose herself in the crowd. The men moved apart faster than she could track. She fired ahead of the first one and heard a grunt as she turned and fired wildly at the second. She ran hell for leather into the crowd outside. Keeping low she dodged and weaved and didn’t look back.
Rage favored his left leg walking out the doorway of the chop shop. She was fast. His mind registering the obvious. Dark stood beside him, checking his arm. It was bleeding.
“She is. Un-naturally so. Nearly as fast as us. That was a couple of good shots on the fly.” Dark told him. Rage nodded, he agreed. She’d caught him in the leg. She’d deliberately shot low to incapacitate not kill and had anticipated his speed and direction by just that initial movement. That was …… unusual. She’d done the same with Dark and he’d been hidden from her eyesight to start with.
“I think we need a little chat with our firefly.” He told Dark, his body expelling the bullet. His med bots going to work to heal the damage. Rage looked in the direction the female had ran. He liked this one.
***
Kim kept moving heading in the direction of her ship. She checked behind her and doubling back several times to make sure she wasn’t followed. She hoped they’d come looking for the tech, not her specifically. If not, she was so screwed. Seeing the ship in sight, she hid behind some crates and watched. If anything was out of place, she’d find cover and contact Mack to take off. Nothing looked out of place. No one hanging around suspiciously. When she spotted Mack coming down the loading hatch and she made a break for it.
Running straight to him, she grabbed hold and tried to move him back inside.
“We need to move,” she hissed looking around. “Now. Some large men were asking about the ship and engines, it got a bit testy Mack. We need to go.” She started to run up the ramp.
“We’re staying.” He called after her. “That cargo was lifted and re-sold on. The real owners are here and want a meet. Its cleared by Corporate so we’re staying.”
Kim turned back. A sick feeling hitting her. No. No. No.
“We can’t stay Mack. Wait what? Those weren’t pirates?” He shook his head.
“Nope. They thought we were.” Kim wasn’t sure what was going on but every instinct she had, was telling her to blow this joint. And if they weren’t pirates, then she had a bone to pick with them over her injuries, Mr Sparky was gonna be busy.
She felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise again. “Just remember Mack, the only thing you control here is the cargo and jobs.” She told him turning back and heading inside. This was a disaster, not good, she told herself. Mack had a habit of talking before he started thinking, but she knew he would never betray her. Not deliberately anyway….
Kim walked into the kitchen area and pressed for the beverage that was laughingly classified as coffee. She hated sin anything, but needs must when in space and the cost of the real stuff was legendary and way above her pay grade. Credits went one way with her, tech. She pulled her gun from its holster and checked it was fully charged, then placed it in front of her. If they were having guests, she wanted to be ready. She reminded herself you could get used to anything when you had too, and slumped into the bench seat around the table, taking a sip of her coffee keeping an eye on the doorway.
Grabbing the datapad she’d left there earlier, she sent a message off to Remix. She felt sorry for him, but he’d given her up to those goons. That was bad business. He owed her for several of her designs. He sold them on, on her behalf as well as some jobs she’d done for him. She reminded him he’d better pay, or the gravy train was over. That he didn’t want her to come calling. She gave the account details again.
It pissed her off. Business had been good, and she liked this Port and its people, but nothing was forever. She sighed. It’d be a shame to have to move on.
Kim felt the movement of the automated unloading arms engaging inside the ship. She guessed that Mack had secured payment and was happy to unload the cargo to the rightful owners. They still got paid, those were the rules, no matter what had happened. Her comm pinged. “Kim, our guests would like to see the engines.” Her gut clenched. She’d been right. She was really hoping to be wrong. Here we go.
“Your ship Mack, your engines.” She replied and cut the comm.
“They would like to speak with you too.” I bet they would.
“Nope. You know our agreement.” She shut the comm down again.
Kim stared into her coffee. She didn’t like this. The itch at the back of her neck wouldn’t let up. They really needed to get off this rock. Distracted, she hadn’t heard the footsteps and stilled, when she heard the sound of a chair being dragged over. She knew it wasn’t Mack, he made enough noise for ten men. That left … Kim gripped her mug and turned her head to face her guest. Mr. Large sat to one side looking at her.
She had to give it to him. For all that brooding maleness that normally just annoyed her, he was stunningly good looking and probably knew it. His hair had all that shine going on, a bit on the girly side but on him, well, he just carried it off much to her annoyance. And those eyes. Dam. So clear, so green. Kim wondered if they were natural. He was all male alright. She hadn’t missed that the first time, even distracted. She could almost taste how chiseled he was going to be. Her mouth watered. Her belly did a little dance and her panties got wet. A guy that good looking, had to be trouble.
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