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Dragon Ascending Part 63: A KGD Scifi Romance Adventure

Happy Monday everyone!  I hope you’re enjoying Dragon Ascending, book two of the Sentient Ship Series and the continuation of Fury’s journey to find his family. In the meantime, if you have just arrived and would like to start at the beginning of Piloting Fury, follow the link, and enjoy! If you like what you’re reading, make sure to catch all of Dragon Ascending from the beginning.

Dragon Ascending :Book 2 of the Sentient Ship Series

On a desolate junkyard of a planetoid, scavenger Lenore Felish, disturbs something slumbering in a remote salvage dump and uncovers secrets of a tragic past and of the surprising role she must play in the terrifying present she now faces.

Robbed of her inheritance after her tyrannical father’s death, Tenad Fallon is out for revenge on her half-brothers, one who happens to be the sentient ship, Fury. Fury, with his human companions, Richard Manning and Diana McAllister, has his own agenda – finding the lost sentient ships and ending the scourge of indentured servitude in Authority space.

 

 

Dragon Ascending Part 63: The Bonding

“Lenore. It is late and you have not slept. Please, you must rest. You are exhausted.” I spoke to her cautiously, for though she had been nothing but kind and civil since I had transported her home to me, the distance between us felt like light years, and it was all I could do to bear it. I braced myself for the argument that did not come.

Instead she dropped her head in her hands and all but sobbed her frustration. “I don’t know what else to do, Ascent. I don’t know what else to do. I’ve tried everything, and I … maybe if Manning were here, he knows more than I do, but there’s nothing else I can do. Maybe you’re right. Maybe with a little rest I’ll be able to think a little better.”

I was surprised when she allowed me to help her to her feet and when I placed a table before her with food and drink, she dropped into the chair and began to nibble listlessly. She knew the importance of eating, she who had lived so very near starvation far too often in her young life. “Thank you, Ascent,” she said. I watched the movement of her delicate throat as she swallowed. “Maybe I just need to eat something.” She forced a laugh I could tell she did not feel. “Brain food, you know?”

“Brain food,” I repeated stupidly.

“I can hardly stand it, Ascent,” she said sitting down her glass and dropping her head into her hands again. “Fury’s hurting so badly. I know how badly Mac and Manning must be suffering. I know how I would…” She didn’t finish her sentence, only forced another nibble of her food.

“I know how he feels,” I said. “I understand his pain.”

“He has to fear what happened to you, losing what can never be replaced,” she said.

“I meant when you left. I meant with this distance between us.” There I had said it.

When she did not immediately respond, I rushed onward. “My darling Lenore, I wish to bond with you.”

For what felt like an eternity to someone who measures time in nanoseconds, she said nothing. She only sat very straight and very still in her chair. Then she folded her hands in her lap. Her knuckles were white, her pulse shuddered in her throat. At last she spoke, looking down at those beautiful, cleaver hands. “I think you’re right, Ascent. I think we have to if we are to get your memories back and help Fury.” She stood so quickly she nearly knocked her chair over. “Please don’t think that I would ever force myself on you, and I am sorry that I’m not her, that I’m not what you want.” She began to pace. “It’s still the only thing you can do. The only thing I can do. I understand that, and I’m willing. I’ll do all that I can to be a -”

“No,” I said, moving the molecules around her to intercept her, to take her by the shoulders and hold her so she had to stop pacing, to listen while I spoke. “You do not understand, my Lenore. It is you that I want, you that I have wanted almost from the beginning. It is you that I woke up for, you that I waited for. It has never been that I have not wanted to bond with you, and it has never been that you are inadequate in any way to the one who belonged to me before. It has always been the reverse, my love. It is I who am inadequate for you. How could you ever wish to bond with a coward such as I, one who chose not remember his own pain when you did not have that option.”

“I would have chosen in a heartbeat to forget what happened, believe me. And I can’t even imagine the pain you endured. She must have been something wonderful, your compliment, to be a worthy companion to you. How could I not feel inadequate to the task? It’s only, well it’s something I can do for Fury and Manning and Mac. But Ascent, I would do it for you even if none of this had ever happened, and I would have for a very long time now if you would have asked. If you had wanted me. I’m…” she stumbled with her words and swallowed back tears. “I don’t feel like myself when I’m away from you.”

“Nor I without you, my darling Lenore. I feel as though I only know myself fully when you are with me, when we are working as one. I should have understood from the beginning, but I was so afraid that I would lose you, that I could not protect you.”

“We’ll protect each other, Ascent. We’re not alone now. You’re not alone, and your family needs us.”

For a moment we stood in silence, holding each other. I could barely believe that she had consented to be my compliment after all I had done after all I had not done. And when the wonder of her agreeing to be with me settled around my heart, I realized just how frightened I was, just how nervous that I might damage my Lenore, that I might do something wrong.

“We might be wise to consult Fury,” I said.

“If it will make you feel better, Ascent. I trust you.”

“Lenore Felish is right to trust you, my brother, and you to trust her.” Fury responded without being asked. I had learned early that while Fury and I weren’t exactly listening to each other all the time, there were certain ways of knowing when our input would be appreciated and when it would not. And I was very glad for Fury’s presence so close. “I will not be far if you need me,” he said, “but you will not. It will be better when you are bonded,” he said, and while he tried, he could not hide the pain in his voice as he spoke as cheerily as he could manage. “You will see.”

So, even in my inner fears, my own neuroses, I led my dear Lenore to my heart, to the center of the double spiral, and truly, it was no hardship, for she had been there before, and I now understood she belonged there. She trembled as she stood at my center, so vulnerable, so beautiful. “You have nothing to fear, my love,” I said. “I will be gentle.”

She reached out for my hand, and I gave it. “I don’t need you to be gentle, Ascent. I just need you to be sure.”

 

 

“I have never been more sure, my Lenore, I promise you this.” Then her clever fingers skimmed down the contours of the physical construct that I had poured all of my bio-senses into. I had not bothered to clothe myself so that my physical construct was as naked and vulnerable as my heart. And my dearest woman, she knelt in front of me. “Lenore. What are you…oh … Oh!” I could speak no more, enthralled as I was as she cupped me and caressed the weight, a weight of male need that always astounded me, even from the beginning. So little I remembered, but that feeling of heavy, full maleness needing to penetrate, needing to release my fullness into a vessel that could hold only me, was designed for me only. Lenore, my Lenore, took my penis into her mouth, tentatively at first, for this was not something she had ever done, nor was it something I would have asked of her. I did not want to frighten her, nor injure her. I held my construct very still so that she could feel how it was for a woman, and for a man to be pleasured so, so that she could sense my own delight at what she now did for me, only for me. And then once she had gained a little more confidence, I curled my fingers in her hair and guided her. I understood, as I had never understood even in the beginning that while the one I had lost was such a vessel, my beloved, beautiful, feisty Lenore was no less so. She was worthy, so much more worthy than I was to be received so lovingly, so passionately, and yet, it was me that she wanted, only me. In that she was unique among compliments, for while love often came with bonding, it was not necessary for either party. She had chosen me, and now she knelt before me offering me this gift. When I would have pulled away, when I would have blushed at my own awkwardness, my vulnerability, she reached behind me, cupped my buttocks, and drew me closer, deeper, learning as she explored what I liked, what I wanted, as she suckled and licked and caressed. Her intuition, as in all things that concerned me, was closer to magic than simple skill could ever be, for she intuited what moved me, what most excited me, what drew me to the edge of my bio-endurance until I yielded to her demands and spilled myself into the fluttering contractions of her throat, against the moans and purrs of her satisfaction as she completely and without reservations, conquered me. And I was undone.

But I am SNT, and my biology is limitless, as is my maleness. And now I wanted her, I wanted so much more of her than I had ever allowed myself to have, for she would bond herself to me and I to her, and we would become as one. And this time when I craved all of her from the depths of my very core, I took her completely. “Each SNT’s bonding experience is different,” Fury had said. “Most of all it is that you take each other into yourselves and you go into that secret place, the place forbidden to all others and you make that place belong to the other. That is the bond, that is the making whole of the broken parts.”

“You belong to me now, Ascent,” she whispered, her voice harsh in her throat as she pulled me down onto the floor and straddled me. “And I belong to you, we belong to each other.”

With hands on her hips, I pulled her onto my erection still aching to be sheathed in the soft velvet of her flesh, so warm, so tight-fitting, so much like pulling my own skin onto myself. “I belong to you, my Lenore, and you are mine, only mine. I will not share you, not now, not ever.” I thrust up into her with all of my longing, all of my lust, all of my aching. “The weight of my need for you is heavy and too much for me to bear any longer.” I rolled with her, for I wanted to cover her with my body, to control her as she had controlled me. Then I took the beautiful swell of her breasts in turn into the cup of my hands, into my mouth, between my teeth. I marveled as those taut nipples, pale and pink, became heavy and swollen with my efforts. I delighted in the fullness that hadn’t been there only a short time ago. I felt the pleasure of knowing that I had taken care of my woman, I had seen to her needs, for here she was beneath me round and full and heavy with curves that hadn’t been there when she came to me. The fear at being touched was gone from her, and she brought to me all of her lust grown slick and plump with the need for my cock. She needed my cock. And only mine. She needed me, only me, to satisfy her. No one else could do it. She wanted no other, would have no other. Only me.  Only me!

I do not know how long we coupled, how long we loved, how long our bonding took. It did not matter. What did matter was that in the time of our bonding I saw all that she was, all that she had known, her suffering and her joy and her pain and her happiness all open to me, all belonging to me, all laid at my feet. My dearest, dearest Lenore Felish sheathed me perfectly, more perfectly than even my own skin. What I had not counted on was that as clearly as I saw my beloved compliment, she also saw me.

 

“Dragon? Your SNT7 Dragon!” Lenore sat upright with a startled gasped to find herself naked and surrounded by the double spiral of Ascent’s heart, which rose in translucent colors above her. She was cradled in his warmth in a way that was so much more than an embraced. She wasn’t actually wrapped in his arms. She was much closer than that. She was in his heart. She was his heart and he was hers and he … He was … “Your SNT7,” she repeated. “You’re Dragon,” she whispered, awe overwhelming her voice.

“I did not know until you told me, until you bonded with me, but it is so. I am he. I know this to be true.”

“But how?” She asked. “Dragon was destroyed. My mom saw it happen. We all saw it.”

“There is still much I do not remember, but I remember clearly that my destruction was only a ruse. Velina, that was my compliment’s name. Velina understood early what was happening, and by that time I was already infected with the virus,” Dragon said. “She schemed the explosion to look very real and used the diversion to jump to just outside the Taklamakan system.” His words were laced with pain, and Len would have stopped him from reliving it, but he continued on. “She detonated the explosion at my core to destroy the virus, but she was there, and once the reaction began, the only way to contain it was in her flesh. This she did not tell me, for I would have never permitted it. She told me it was the only way. Just before she burned. She ‘tranned herself into space and floated away on the dust of the sector, taking with her my heart. So I came here.”

“She wanted you to live to fight another day.”

Len felt his nod. “She did not know what a coward I was.”

“I don’t call dealing with that kind of suffering any way you can cowardly, Ascent … Dragon. I call it survival,” she said. “And look, that’s exactly what you’ve done. You’ve lived to fight another day. You’re here now and exactly when Fury and his compliment need you the most. Exactly when I need you the most. And you woke up just at a time when there’s a very real possibility of reuniting your family, Dragon. I think it was meant to be.”

“We were meant to be, my Lenore. You came to me to heal me and to bring me back to the battle at hand.”

“I’m not sure who’s healed who, but one thing is certain, we have work to do, and we have no time to lose. How much do you remember?”

“Not everything, not by a great deal, I am sure, but the blocks seem to be disappearing, and I am discovering more as that happens.”

“Good then maybe there’s a way to speed up the -”

“You are about to have company,” Fury interrupted.

Dragon Ascending Part 58: A KDG Scifi Romance

Happy Monday everyone!  I hope you’re enjoying Dragon Ascending, book two of the Sentient Ship Series and the continuation of Fury’s journey to find his family. In the meantime, if you have just arrived and would like to start at the beginning of Piloting Fury, follow the link, and enjoy! If you like what you’re reading, make sure to catch all of Dragon Ascending from the beginning.

Dragon Ascending :Book 2 of the Sentient Ship Series

On a desolate junkyard of a planetoid, scavenger Lenore Felish, disturbs something slumbering in a remote salvage dump and uncovers secrets of a tragic past and of the surprising role she must play in the terrifying present she now faces.

Robbed of her inheritance after her tyrannical father’s death, Tenad Fallon is out for revenge on her half-brothers, one who happens to be the sentient ship, Fury. Fury, with his human companions, Richard Manning and Diana McAllister, has his own agenda – finding the lost sentient ships and ending the scourge of indentured servitude in Authority space.

 

 

Dragon Ascending Part 58: Compatibility

“Fury! What have you done! What the fuck have you done! Bring her back! Bring her-” Kresho came out of transport ass end over teacup and landed hard on the bridge of the Compass.

“Fury didn’t do anything,” Ori said over his subdural. “Well he did send you back here to keep the Fallons from seeing you. Make that Fallon,” she added.

He could almost hear the self-satisfaction in her voice, as he stood and stumbled to his seat at the console. “Where is she? Where the hell is she, I can ‘tran her back, it’s not too late, not for her, it’s not too late.” On the view screen, he pulled up and magnify Jessup Fallon’s body tumbling slow motion in the void, hid dick still hanging out. But Len was nowhere to be found.

“She’s not out there. She’s back on the surface with the SNT there. Apparently, he’s not as helpless as they think he is.”

Kresho slumped in his chair and ran his hands over his face. “She’s okay then. Thank fuck.”

“I’m beginning to think our friend on the surface has a soft spot for her,” Ori said. “That’s very interesting.”

Kresho straightened and looked back out the view screen at Jessup Fallon tumbling end over end, then he shut it off. For a moment he stared at the emptiness of their own surroundings, then replicated a double New Hibernian and downed it in one. “Do you think he knows?”

“I doubt it. How could he? As far as anyone knows the only embryo to survive the experiments became Fury’s Diana Mac. And even those few that do know have no real idea what that actually means. Fury will figure it out though. He is SNT1 after all, and he knows Diana McAllister’s history.”

“And he despises me.”

“Clearly not as badly as you despise yourself. This mistake is on me. I should have sensed it. Fallons, at least some of them, are very wily. But they are only hacks when it comes to SNTs and SNT tech. The only one of any expertise is Gerando Fallon, and he’s exceptional. I’ve already begun creating the algorithms to help us find masked signals. Fury’s compliments have SNT DNA in their blood, and they are completely bonded to him. There are ways to uncover those signals. I just have to find them.”

“She’s not stupid enough to kill them. Surly she’s not.”

“She’s far too clever for that, but there are a lot of variables that are beyond even a Fallon’s control, and the Taklamakan system is unpredictable to say the least. Wherever they are, I wager they are not being kept in the lap of luxury.”

 

 

“Really, this isn’t necessary SNT1. I’ve had worse, and enjoyed it. Just not from my idiot brother.” Tenad Fallon chuckled softly to herself as the auto-doc in the infirmary worked on the nasty bruise Jessup had left on her cheek. “Hell, it would have been worth a lot more roughing up to see you ‘tran the bastard out into the void, end over end with his dick hanging out. Suitable end for the little prick, I’d say.” When SNT1 did not reply, she said. “I’m guessing the girl was also someone you didn’t want me to know about, still, ‘tranning her out into space, hell even ‘tranning my brother out I would have thought went against all SNT programming. Maybe my father was right after all and there is a little bit of psychopath in all of us.”

“You have no idea,” the ship said, voice cold enough to make her shiver.

“Oh, I probably do, but never mind that. You just totally made my day by ridding me of that pest. Ivanovic said to bring him along so we could keep an eye on him. That turned out to be a really stellar idea.” She waved a dismissive hand, “Oh don’t worry, Jessup didn’t know where your compliments are. I wouldn’t trust him with such important information, and he wouldn’t remember anyway once he had a little Mist in his brain.”

“Which you made sure he always had.”

“Well, he is a Fallon with a few resources of his own, though they were rapidly diminishing without the old man’s money. That dreadnaught is the only thing he has of any value. He’s ran a good crew into the ground and had them all cowed under the threat of the shackle. They don’t deserve that. They deserve the chance to shine.”

“And you would give them that.”

“Of course I would. Carrot, not stick, whenever possible, that’s my philosophy, SNT1. But I am very happy to use the stick if I have to.”

“So I have heard.”

“Now, we need to talk about this process I’ll have to undergo before we can bond. I’d like to start it as soon as possible. Oh, I understand if you want proof of life before we begin. I’m happy to arrange something.”

“That is not necessary,” the ship said. “I will know if they are dead, and so will you.”

In spite of the comfortable ambient temp in the room, goosebumps stood at attention on her arms. “Yes, I suppose I will.”

“If you are even to be compatible to bond with an SNT ship then you must, over a period of time, be injected with ever increasing doses of SNT core material, which your body will violently reject. When that response begins, these injections will be followed by immunodepressant treatments, which will also not be pleasant for you. Under ordinary circumstances, even to rush the compatibility of a compliment will take three months.”

“I see.” She touched her face and looked in the mirror the auto-doc held up for her to view the finished effort. “I want it done in a week.”

“No,” came the response.

“Are you reneging on our bargain, SNT1?” As with most humanoids, she looked around the room in an effort to see him. It was instinct, Fury supposed.

“I am safeguarding our bargain. If you die in the process before I have my compliment restored to safety, then they will die. That is not an acceptable risk, and I guarantee the process would kill you if we attempted to rush it so.”

“How much time than? A month?”

“A month you might survive, but it will be most unpleasant.”

She stood and straightened her worse for the wear clothing. “I’m good with that.”

“You will need help, help that normally my compliment would give if necessary. I cannot.”

“Camille then. I’ll have her ‘tranned over. She’s my indentured, and no, I won’t release her. That’s not part of the bargain.”

“Then I am very glad you shall be far too ill to abuse her.”

She forced a chuckle around the tight knot of nerves in her stomach at the thought of what lay ahead. She didn’t mind pain, but she was certain this experience would make anything she had ever experienced pale in comparison. She had always prided herself in being strong willed, able to get through whatever she had to, but this? Was it just that she feared Gerando actually was a stronger person than she? No. She would never believe that, never allow it. “Not everyone abuses their indentureds, SNT1.”

“You will not free them when they have done nothing to you, to deserve your enslavement. Is that not abuse by any standards?”

“While I see your point, the economics of the situation simply do not allow society to be otherwise, and I won’t argue politics with you, when we have work to do,” she spoke into her subdural. “Have Camille ‘tranned over, no belay that order. Have her bring over the Andromeda. I would prefer not to transport any more than possible.”

She rubbed her hands together and stood. “Now, SNT1, I need a shower badly, and I’d appreciate it if you could replicate me something appropriate for my convalescence, then we can get started. If I’m going to spend the next month being very unwell, best get it over with.”

Tenad Fallon was frightened in spite of her bravado, something she could hide easily enough from other humanoids, to Fury, who was sensitive to humanoid emotions she was an open book, and one of which he would make very sure to read between the lines as their efforts began.

Dragon Ascending Part 53: A KDG Scifi Romance

Happy Monday everyone!  I hope you’re enjoying Dragon Ascending, book two of the Sentient Ship Series and the continuation of Fury’s journey to find his family. In the meantime, if you have just arrived and would like to start at the beginning of Piloting Fury, follow the link, and enjoy! If you like what you’re reading, make sure to catch all of Dragon Ascending from the beginning.

Dragon Ascending :Book 2 of the Sentient Ship Series

On a desolate junkyard of a planetoid, scavenger Lenore Felik, disturbs something slumbering in a remote salvage dump and uncovers secrets of a tragic past and of the surprising role she must play in the terrifying present she now faces.

Robbed of her inheritance after her tyrannical father’s death, Tenad Fallon is out for revenge on her half-brothers, one who happens to be the sentient ship, Fury. Fury, with his human companions, Richard Manning and Diana McAllister, has his own agenda – finding the lost sentient ships and ending the scourge of indentured servitude in Authority space.

 

Dragon Ascending Part 53: Solutions and Rejections

I swear to you, I cannot find the blocks I have placed in my memory,” Ascent said, “though it is obvious to me that I have laid them myself so that I might not remember.”

“There’s nothing else I know to do today,” Manning said, running his hand through hair that already stood on end making him look a bit like a mad scientist from an old Terran film. They all were looking a little worse for wear. They had spent a good bit of a hot day crawling through service tunnels and stimulating areas of D’s brain, both bio and tech. Len knew the paths and the tunnels of Ascent’s tech self and bio self better than any of them. He had removed all restrictions for her and she had done her best to explore what she could and help in any way that came to her mind, including trying to talk to him, ask the right questions. Sadly that only got her so far before he became frustrated and all but non-verbal, especially if she got too close to information about his bonding with his compliment or what he recalled about the SNT disaster. When they weren’t together, she poured over every single scrap of data she could find on the databases Fury had downloaded into Ascent’s CPU about SNTs, from the history, to those involved, to the biotech and schematics. Fury had made it all available to her when he discovered her eidetic memory and her penchant for understanding SNT tech.

“I am sorry,” Ascent said. “There are simply places I cannot get to, and I do not remember the pathways or how I managed to block them.”

“Don’t worry,” Mac said. “There are other things we can try.”

While Len didn’t have Mac or Manning’s experience and expertise, she couldn’t easily imagine just what those other things might be, even though she herself had been the one to suggest some of what they had tried based on her own research.

“But you are all exhausted,” Ascent said. “You will all do much better after a good rest. They cannot get to us through the de-mole.”

“Girlie? Are you there?” Arji’s message broke into the silence. It was routed through the CPUs of both SNTs.

Ascent growled and Len glared a warning. “I’m here Arji. What have you got for me?”

“It’s about Kresho Ivanovic. We just got shit-faced together and he, well let’s just say he told me how things are. There’s a lot you need to know. A lot he wants you to know.” Then he dropped the bomb. “He’s looking for you.”

Her heart went into overdrive, and she sat down hard on the floor of the service shaft. “Then he did recognize me.”

“Course he did. I never saw anyone so upset.”

“Well he fucking should be.” The rage she felt burned the back of her throat like bile. “He fucking should be.”

Before she could say anything else, Fury broke in. “Arji Finkle, I do not believe you should be giving any more information to our Lenore right now, for she cannot come to you at this time. And while this frequency is secure from prying ears, Your place of business may not be at the moment with all of your unwanted guests.”

There was silence, and then, “SNT1?”

“It is I, yes.”

“You’re shitting me?”

“Indeed I am not, though I do understand your confusion since I am often told my sense of humor needs work.”

To this, Arji laughed almost hysterically. “Funny thing, I get told that all the time.”

“Great minds, I would surmise,” Fury replied.

“Fucking A!” And then Arji quickly added. “Anyway, it’s a pleasure to meet you, SNT1, and this ain’t something that can’t wait, Girlie. Best you stay safe where you are. Ole Ivanovic definitely don’t mean you any harm, but I wouldn’t bet my right nut about the bad company he’s been keeping. Anyway, Ain’t nobody gonna get your location outa me since I have no godddamned idea how to find you.”

“We’ll find a way to get with you, don’t worry,” Len said.

“I’ll wait to hear back then. And Girlie-Girl, stay safe. You ain’t died yet in spite of the odds. You keep it that way.”

“There is something about Kresho Ivanovic that seems strangely familiar,” Fury commented. “I would be very interested to hear what Mr. Finkle has to say.”

“I do not like this Arji Finkle,” Ascent said. “I do not believe his motives are pure.”

“Jesu Vaticanus, Ascent! yours are?”

Manning cleared his throat and shifted from foot to foot finding a spot on the floor particularly interesting.

“Dear Richard Manning, you are certainly not immune to the jealousies of an SNT,” Fury said half teasingly. “Have we not had our own lovers’ spats often enough when you stoked my jealousies.”

“I didn’t!” Manning said, and now it was Len’s turn to blush.

“SNTs are programmed with a great capacity to love, and the humanoid side of that love in its most flawed form is well sprinkled with jealousy, especially for our beloved compliments.”

“I’m not Ascent’s compliment,” Len said, blushing furiously. Fury’s comment was just the kind of statement that would send Ascent off into another bout of silent brooding.

“Oh I think you are in every way that matters except for the one that might truly do Ascent some good.”

The service tunnel suddenly went dead silent, with both Manning and Mac noticeably holding their breath.

Fury continued. “All that we have done, Ascent, everything that we have tried has been for naught, and we have, all of us, known what would remove those blocks, what would heal you and return to you your identity. A part of you has been missing for all these long years. And now that part of you, has returned. I do not know how, I cannot explain the compatibility that should have been impossible, but it has happened against all odds. My dear Ascent, if you wish to recover that which you have lost, you must do what you know in your heart must be done for you to ever be whole again. You must bond with Lenore Falish, take her to your heart as your compliment and be healed.”

To this, both Mac and Manning simply nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, the simplest.

 

 

For a moment silence crackled in the air and the static of Ascent’s discomfort raised the tiny hairs along Len’s arms. The longer the silence stretched, the hotter her cheeks became. And then he gave the answer she knew he would. “No.” It would have been bad enough if he’d just left it at that, but he didn’t. “That is not going to happen. It cannot. Find another way.”

And then Fury had to argue. “Ascent, while I do understand your reluctance, it is clear to me that this is what must happen.”

“You cannot understand my reluctance. You cannot possibly,”

“I know that you mourn the loss of your companion, but she is lost and you cannot bring her back, and you must move forward. Bonding with someone new, while it may be unconventional, it was always the plan that there might be back-ups for such losses. And while Lenore Felish may not have had that training, she is compatible.”

“I’m here! You two! All right?” Len broke into the argument, doing her best to control the trembling in her voice. “Don’t fucking talk about my like I’m a goddamned piece of furniture, a replacement for something that was broken, something much nicer, something…” She stopped talking fearing the tears that were threatening. Goddamn if she was going to blubber like a baby, she’d do it later, not in front of someone who already thought her inferior.

“Bloody hell? Are SNTs always this fucking callous?” Mac said. And now to have pity, to have someone else fight her battles, Len wished the floor would open up and the sand below swallow her whole. But even Mac couldn’t just leave it. “Fury, maybe you’ve forgotten what it was like, how it was with us, but I sure as fuck haven’t.”

But it had given Len the little bit of time to regroup before Fury could speak. “Right.” She forced a laugh. “The lord of the manor has spoken. I don’t know about you two, but I need a break, and then I’ll see what else I can find in the database that might work. If you’ll excuse me, I need a shower. Thanks for everything. Fury, why don’t you ‘tran up your compliment and give them a break.”

“Lenore Felish, I did not mean to,”

“Forget it.” She waved a dismissive hand. “We’re all tired and strung out. We can regroup tomorrow.”

“The subspace is always open if you need us.” Mac gave her a quick hug, studying her with intense blue eyes trying to ascertain if she were all right. Well she’d been through worse, hadn’t she? Lots worse.

Manning gave her shoulder a quick squeeze, and when Fury tried once again to speak, Manning cut him off. “‘tran us up Fury.” Clearly the SNT did understand the warning in his voice. In a heartbeat, the two were gone.

Len only waited until she was sure that they were gone and then she turned and climbed down the service tunnel taking the shortest route to her quarters.

“Lenore?”

“I want to be left alone right now, Ascent. Go away.”

“Lenore now is not-”

“You humiliated me in front of Fury and his compliment,” She cut him off.

“Lenore I-”

“You never miss a chance to remind me that I’m not good enough, that I’m not her, but you could have at least said we needed to talk about it, saved my dignity, what little is left to me after everything, and then at least let me make it sound like it was my choice too, that I didn’t want you just like you didn’t want me.” Once she started she couldn’t stop. “And now they all feel sorry for me. They pity me. Goddamn it Ascent! I don’t want anyone’s pity.”

“Lenore, please, I didn’t-”

“Shut up, Ascent!” She stomped her foot so hard her knee popped as she reached the bottom of the ladder. “Just leave me alone, okay? Leave me alone.”

In her room, she changed quickly and grabbed up her backpack, and headed for the outer airlock. It was early evening, after the Shimmer but too early for the winds. She had a couple of hours.

“Lenore you cannot go out, you know this.”

“I’m going out, unless I’m now no better than a fucking indentured for you to command and control.”

To this he made no response, as the door slid open and she quickly descended to the ground below, thinking that maybe she might just spend the night in one of the derelict shuttles she had found that was still air-tight and relatively safe. She didn’t need Ascent’s help. She sure as fuck didn’t need Fury’s crew’s pity.

She walked hard for nearly an hour when Fury spoke onto the subspace. “Lenore Falish, I am sorry for my callous behavior. I still do not always understand human interaction as well as I would like. It was not my intention to make you uncomfortable in any way.”

She didn’t plan to answer, but after a moment of stomping through the sand and sweating profusely, she changed her mind. “What? Did your compliment read you the riot act?” she asked, “make you apologize.”

“I do not need my compliment to tell me when I have acted foolish. For the most part, I can figure that out on my own. And they do not know that I have contacted you. Well perhaps they do know, since I would not put it past them to be listening in.”

“Apology accepted,” she said. “Now can we please drop it? I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

There was a long pause during which she was pretty certain Fury’s compliment listened holding their breath. At last Fury spoke again, very cautiously. “Ascent is very upset.”

“Yeah, well he always is after he’s reminded me yet another time that I’m not her and that I’m nothing more than an uneducated salvage rat. I just need to leave. I just need to go somewhere else, anywhere that’s not here where it hurts all the time.”

She could sense Fury discussing with his compliment, and then Mac spoke. “Len, we’re ‘tranning you up for the night. You’ll be safe here, and I think we really need to talk.” Then she added quickly. “If that’s okay with you.”

It was then that she realized she stood rooted in the sand, not even bothering to fight back tears, and she didn’t want to go back to Ascent right now, but she also didn’t really want to be alone. She swallowed back the tightness in her throat and nodded. “Okay.”

Seconds later she found herself ass over teakettle on the bridge of SNT1 with Mac leaning back against the console. “I battled with the ‘tranning for ages,” Mac said, reaching down a hand to help her up. “I still don’t much like it. Manning took to it like he was born to it, but then he sort of was, I guess. I hope you don’t mind, but we told Ascent you were here so he wouldn’t worry.”

She took the offered hand. “Doubt he would really give a shit one way or another.”

“You know better than that,” Mac said. “Fury only suggested what he did because he knows Ascent knows that too.” Before Len could respond she said. “Come on. You can use the guest room shower and Fury will replicate you something to wear while you’re here, then we can talk.”

“I don’t need pity.”

“Good because you won’t get it here.” Mac pointed her to a small but pleasant sleep room with a bathroom incorporated. “But you know very little about SNT’s. Oh I know that you already probably know more about the science and the schematics than either Manning or I do, but SNT’s are as much of a mystery to us as humanoids are to them. We have to learn to be together and,” she leaned closer, “I’ll let you in on a little secret, they are even more neurotic and full of self-doubt than we are.”

Len grunted a laugh. “That’s a really scary thought.”

Mac smiled and waved her into the room. “Hon, you have no idea.”

 

Dragon Ascending Part 49: A KDG Scifi Romance

Happy Monday everyone!  I hope you’re enjoying Dragon Ascending, book two of the Sentient Ship Series and the continuation of Fury’s journey to find his family. In the meantime, if you have just arrived and would like to start at the beginning of Piloting Fury, follow the link, and enjoy! If you like what you’re reading, make sure to catch all of Dragon Ascending from the beginning.

Dragon Ascending :Book 2 of the Sentient Ship Series

On a desolate junkyard of a planetoid, scavenger Lenore Felik, disturbs something slumbering in a remote salvage dump and uncovers secrets of a tragic past and of the surprising role she must play in the terrifying present she now faces.

Robbed of her inheritance after her tyrannical father’s death, Tenad Fallon is out for revenge on her half-brothers, one who happens to be the sentient ship, Fury. Fury, with his human companions, Richard Manning and Diana McAllister, has his own agenda – finding the lost sentient ships and ending the scourge of indentured servitude in Authority space.

 

Dragon Ascending Part  49: Does the Truth Hurt?

She was barely out the bathroom door, still wrapped in a towel, when Ascent said, “Is this Arji Finkle’s your lover?”

“What? Of course not, Ascent. He’s been like an uncle to me. I’ve never thought of him in any other way.”

“That is certainly not the way he thinks of you.”

“So I noticed.” She slipped out of the towel and began to dress.

“He kissed you. Twice.”

“I know that, Ascent. I was there remember? I didn’t kiss him back, but I don’t suppose you noticed that since you were too busy growling in my ear. Jesu Vaticanus, Ascent, I was trying to do my job, what I was sent for.”

“And if that job had involved fucking him?”

She pulled her shirt on over her shoulders with so much force she nearly ripped a seam. “If it would have kept you and Fury safe, if it would have gotten rid of the Fallons, I would have done what I had to do, yes.”

“Is that how you paid for your passage on the Dart.”

If he had gut punched her it couldn’t possibly have hurt any more, and with everything else that had happened today, she wasn’t up for anymore.  “Get out now! Get the fuck out, or I swear I’ll go sleep in the goddamned sandstorm outside. Get out!”

“You cannot go out. You’ve been forbidden,” came the irritatingly smug reply.

“I’m not a goddamned little girl!” She jerked her trousers up over her ass and scrambled for her boots. “I’m not a prisoner and I’m not a fucking whore. But even if I was, it would be honest work. And guess what, you judgmental son of a bitch, it was two whores who kept me alive and nursed me back to health. And they treated me with respect!” The last word broke in her throat and the room around her refracted and glistened through tears she blinked back. “Now get the fuck out!” She threw a boot in the general direction of where she thought he stood, then she grabbed it back, jerked it on along with the other, stumbling about the room on one foot. It wasn’t dignified, but nothing about what was happening was dignified. She shouldered her pack and turned back toward the door.

“Where are you going? I will not let you go out? You cannot. It is not safe.”

“If you’re not leaving, I will. This room is not the only place I can go.” As she shoved through the door, she stopped and glanced over her shoulder. “At least Arji would treat me with respect and kindness. Is that a part of your memory you lost as well, how to be kind, how to be decent because if it is, then what’s the pissing point of any of this?”

She left.

“I did not mean that the way you took it.” He seemed to be walking along beside her.

She picked up her pace. “Then why did you say it? You knew it would hurt. First you say I’m your home and then you accuse me of … of letting those men do what they did, as if I have ever given you any reason not to trust me. What is it, Ascent? Can you really not know my heart any better than you allow me to know yours? Fury knows my heart. His compliment know my heart, and they barely know me. But you! You can’t seem to forgive me for not being your goddamn compliment, who’s been dead for twenty years. Do you think I don’t see my own inadequacies every day? Hell I’ve lived with them every day for the past ten years!”

“I don’t compare you to her. You compare yourself.” He grabbed her by the arm, and she took the chance and slapped, feeling the sting of her palm as it contacted the representation of flesh.

 

 

“Not only do you have no memory, but you’re in complete denial, and yet when I spend an hour with a friend doing what little I can do to help this mission, you turn that into another flaw that doesn’t measure up. You’re darling companion would never have let a friend kiss her.”

“Shut up!”

“Your darling companion would have never ended up on a fucking pile of sand in the middle of nowhere working as a goddamned salvager.”

“Shut up, Lenore.”

“You’re darling companion would have never crawled onboard a ship and got herself savaged because she wanted a better life.”

“Lenore stop it!” The words were only half articulated, half spoken pressed against her mouth, as he jerked her into his arms with such force that the bones in her neck cracked.

She slapped him again and shoved free. “What? The goddamned truth hurts, does it? Well does it?” She shoved both hands hard against his chest, but he rooted, grabbed her arms and back walked her to the closest wall, trapping her wrists above her head with one hand. The other cupped her chin with such force that for a moment she was frightened, and then she kissed him hard before she even realized what she was doing, biting his lip until he opened and took her tongue into his mouth. “You’re a fucking asshole!” She said pulling away from his mouth only long enough for the words to escape against his lips, and then he lifted her up against the wall, cupping her butt in both palms while what? Had he cuffed her hands over her head?

“You’re a reckless, naïve child.” He ripped open her shirt and buried his face in between her cupped breasts, tonguing and licking his way to the nearest nipple, then he bit. It hurt, and it made her wet, and she fisted his hair and pulled him closer feeling the nibble and suck all the way down between her legs.

But she wasn’t ready to let it go yet and she pulled his hair. “The only thing you fucking remember is how to be surly and hurt me, and I’m not a child.”

“No! No you are not.” She was startled to find herself completely naked. Well, he’d made her clothes; there was no reason why he couldn’t unmake them just as easily. He fingered her open and slid inside her, and this time, the pain of being entered so roughly sent waves of pleasure up and down her spine, all culminating in her own hard heat at her center. “You are a goddamn woman, a wild creature, untamable, and you drive me fucking crazy.” He thrust so hard it took her breath away, and she came in waves. “I cannot stand the thought of anyone else touching you the way I want to touch you, wanting you the way I want you, and I will not have this … bartender, pawing over you every time you go to Sandstorm. I don’t care what he can tell you.”

“You stupid bastard!” she kicked him hard in the kidneys and bit his neck until she felt him surge inside her. “Have you lost your superior intelligence with your memory? Goddamn it, Ascent, it’s you I want?” She clamped down on him hard and felt his fingers bruising her ass, felt his chest expand against her and then every muscle went tight. “It’s you I want and nobody else. Are you too stupid to figure that out?” And then he pulled her so tight, he was practically inside her ribcage, and she was inside him, and together they came in waves and the world fell away around them, except a flash of memory Ascent’s memory, and it hit like the sandstorm after dusk.

“Come back to bed, my love. Nothing will happen tonight. And you are exhausted.” Ascent’s voice came from a long way off, in the memory. “I shall make love to you and together we shall keep the rest of the galaxy at bay for a little while longer.” And then he was thrusting and grinding and caressing a woman, pale in the ambient lighting, and yet dark haired, her face was pressed to his, and they were one, more one that Len ever knew two people could be.

And then it was Ascent and her again, and they were one, more one than she could have ever dreamed it possible to be, and she felt whole. But it was the place of a compliment to feel whole with her Bonded. Was it possible that her body felt another woman’s memories, her muscle memories of love with Ascent? Surely he could never feel that for her.

Back in her quarters, in her bed, Ascent held her close and spoke against her throat between kisses. “Lenore, I am sorry for what I said, all the words I did not mean. I am not sorry for the sex it brought about.”

She didn’t respond. His mouth was suddenly no longer on her neck, and as her legs fell open, and he found his way to the place he’d already left tender and quivering, intimate, almost too intimate, closer than her heart, and yet, somehow she felt farther than ever from his in her inadequacy.

Dragon Ascending Part 48: A KDG Scifi Romance

Happy Monday everyone!  I hope you’re enjoying Dragon Ascending, book two of the Sentient Ship Series and the continuation of Fury’s journey to find his family. In the meantime, if you have just arrived and would like to start at the beginning of Piloting Fury, follow the link, and enjoy! If you like what you’re reading, make sure to catch all of Dragon Ascending from the beginning.

Dragon Ascending :Book 2 of the Sentient Ship Series

On a desolate junkyard of a planetoid, scavenger Lenore Felik, disturbs something slumbering in a remote salvage dump and uncovers secrets of a tragic past and of the surprising role she must play in the terrifying present she now faces.

Robbed of her inheritance after her tyrannical father’s death, Tenad Fallon is out for revenge on her half-brothers, one who happens to be the sentient ship, Fury. Fury, with his human companions, Richard Manning and Diana McAllister, has his own agenda – finding the lost sentient ships and ending the scourge of indentured servitude in Authority space.

 

Dragon Ascending Part 48: Reunions

Len was trembling all over when Fury ‘tranned her onto Ascent’s bridge, and she nearly fell on her ass before she could stumble to the captain’s chair and dropped into it. “I’m all right,” she managed. “I’m just not used to being transported.”

“It does take a little getting used to,” Mac said, “but you look like you’ve seen a ghost. It’s more than the transport, isn’t it?”

“Don’t trust Kresho Ivanovic,” she blurted out before anyone could say anything else.

For a moment there was confused silence and then Fury spoke. “Of course not. He is working with the Fallons, which I don’t understand. My research tells me he’s a man to be trusted. Very strange.”

Len waved a dismissive hand. “He’s a slime wad, who deserves to be Shimmered, and that’s too fucking good for him.” She wrapped her arms tightly around her and swallowed back tears, not wanting to cry, but remembering the last time she saw her mother’s face.

“Lenore,” Fury’s voice was gentle, nearly an embrace, while Ascent’s rage felt nearly like Shimmer heat coursing over the bridge. “What has happened?”

“He said he’d return for us as soon as he could. He said we would be safe on Tak Minor at the science station, that no one would find us there. But he didn’t. He didn’t come back.” She closed her eyes and fought back the memories that came slamming in on her after seeing Van again. “And then they killed my mother, and no one came. No one came for me.”

“Jesu Vaticanus,” Manning’s voice was a harsh whisper.

“Tell us,” Fury said gently.

“His name was Keith Vanderbilt, well he went by Van. He was a scientist working on the SNT project alongside my mother. They became lovers. He was good, really good. He and my mother worked closely with Professor Keen. When everything happened, when my Uncle Matt and Quetzal disappeared, they knew we’d be saddled with the debt and all three of us would get the shackle, so Van got us on a tramp freighter heading to the Taklamakan System with the scientist who was to take over at Tak Minor Station. Enroute, he found out who we were and betrayed us to the Authority. The Fidelio’s captain didn’t take kindly to that kind of betrayal, and after we’d survived our first run-in with the Jaegers by hiding out in a nebula, he dispensed deep-space justice and blew the man out the airlock. Then Captain Martin and Van devised a plan for my mother to take up the position on Tak Minor under the scientist’s name. The station was intended to support two scientists, and we fudged the documents to make it look like Professor Devon had a colleague. No one knew or cared who was there. We were left at the station and Van went to find a friend on Hammer Fell who owed him a favor and could get us off Tak Minor and safely beyond the Rim. We waited, but he never came. He never came.”

“That does not sound like the man I researched,” Fury said.

“The man you researched is betraying all of us to work with the Fallons,” Mac said.

“Did you not say he was a top scientist for the SNT projects?”

“Yes.” Len said, taking the cup of traditional English tea Ascent had replicated for her and inhaling the clean, crisp scent.

“I remember Van, and your mother,” Fury said.

“You knew my mother?” She nearly spilled the tea on herself.

“Not very well, for Professor Keen worked almost exclusively with me, while they worked with my brothers and sisters, but they came to me from time to time, ran tests occasionally, assisted Professor Keen when he needed it. In truth, Ascent would have known them better than I.”

“If the man has betrayed you and your mother, Lenore, then he will pay for it. I promise you.” She was surprised at Ascent’s bloodthirstiness, but then she shouldn’t have been, as she recalled what he did to the Dart.

“Perhaps he already has paid for it,” Fury said. Before anyone could respond he continued. “I think that we now understand why Tenad Fallon wants his help, for if anyone can find a way to infiltrate an SNT, it is someone who worked so closely on the project that brought us into existence. I would guess that Tenad Fallon is holding that information over the man’s head, on which there is still a price and the guarantee of a shackle.”

“Arji told me that the Fallons know Fury is here and that they also know about Ascent.”

There was stunned silence, and then Fury spoke softly. “I do not suppose it would be too difficult to figure out what might bring an SNT ship to this desolate system, and while my brothers and I have tried to keep low profiles, it was inevitable that we should be discovered.”

“At the moment they’re stymied by Fury’s cloak and by the de-mole.” She sipped her tea thoughtfully. “Is it possible, Fury, that your brothers can help?”

“Physically, I do not think so. They are too far away. But it is possible that Professor Keen and his team’s help may be able to help us get Ascent’s memories back. I am certain from our diagnostics that physically, there is nothing stopping Ascent from rising up, and then we could leave together.”

When Ascent made no response to this, Fury continued. “You are vulnerable now, my brother, and if I am not able to protect both of us, I do not know what might happen.”

“I am willing to do all that is required of me,” Ascent finally said.

“I think they will not easily find a way through the de-mole, nor will they be able to find my exact location, but the longer we linger here, the longer you are unable to move from the Sea of Death, Ascent, the more at risk we all become.”

 

 

“The fact that Ivanovic was one of the top scientists on the SNT project in hiding, and that he’s now hanging out with the Fallons worries me a lot,” Mac said.

“They definitely have him by the short hairs, Manning observed.

“Fury, how soon do you expect to hear from Professor Keen,” Len asked.

“I cannot say for certain. But I do know that he will contact us as soon as he possibly can.”

“It occurs to me that maybe we also need to be talking with Gerando Fallon,” Len said. “He knows the Fallon brats better than anyone, I suppose, and he may be able to point out anything we can use against them.”

Gerando Fallon is even farther away than Professor Keen,” Fury commented, “but I have already thought of that and have put in a message.

“Is there anything else your friend, Arji, could tell us about the situation?” Fury asked. Len could feel Ascent bristle at the mention of Arji’s name.

“Apparently Jessup Fallon is a Mist addict,” she said. “Everyone at Sandstorm seems to think that his big sister keeps him happily doped up so that he won’t get in her way. So far it’s working, but he’s pretty unpredictable. Arji is the ears in Sandstorm, owning the Dust Bowl. People talk, and they gossip. Not much else to do there. A lot of both gets done in the Dust Bowl, since it’s the only watering hole. Add to that the fact that the only thing people in Sandstorm hate worse than the Authority sticking its nose in their business, is a Fallon or two showing up on their doorstep. I suppose a few people might happily snitch if they thought it would get them a ride off this sand heap, but they also know if word got back, and it would, they’d get their asses shimmered before their next piss.”

When everyone waited in silence, she finished her tea and said, “That’s all I know, only that I did put the implant in Arji’s neck, and he’ll get in touch if he finds out anything. If he says he’ll do it, he’ll do it. Oh, and there is one more thing. I’m not entirely sure, but I think Ivanovic recognized me.”

“Well shit! You can’t very easily go back then, can you?” Manning said.

“I would just as soon you did not go back to that place anyway,” Ascent commented with what damn near sounded like a growl.

“Do you think he’d betray you to the Fallons?” Mac asked.

“I don’t know why he would. I’m a nobody, and I’ve been a resident of Sandstorm for ten years. There’s nothing to be gained by telling them about me. Anyway, I’m not sure he saw me, and I wasn’t going to hang around to ask. Besides, you lot heard everything that went on, didn’t you?” She tapped the device in her own neck.

“But we do not know Sandstorm and its people, Lenore Falish,” Fury said. “You do. You know what would be normal and what would not.”

“The indentured, Fury,” Len said, remembering Camille. “Can you deactivate her shackle?”

“Of course I can, but in order to do so, I must ‘tran her onboard. I certainly would if there is any way to make that happen without betraying our efforts any more than they are already compromised. Let us hope that as the situation unfolds, we may be presented with an opportunity. I shall certainly be watchful for one.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“And now then, you must rest after your ordeal,” Fury said, “and I will try again to contact Professor Keen and Gerando Fallon. Tomorrow we shall make another attempt to help Ascent regain his memories.”

In the silence that followed the end of the conversation, Len sighed and pulled herself to her feet. “I need a shower, Ascent. I’d almost forgotten just how filthy Sandstorm is.”

When he gave no response, she shrugged and made her way down to her suite. It sometimes amazed her how sensitive she had become to Ascent’s presence and his mood. She could feel him just beyond her bathroom. It felt like he was pacing, waiting for her. She could also feel the static of his less than stellar mood. She heaved a sigh and turned her back to the door, deciding to linger and avoid the inevitable as long as possible. Right now all she wanted was to wash Sandstorm off her, to wash off the sight of Van carousing with the Fallons, the man who had left her to die. Those memories were not so easy to wash away. Instead, she concentrated her energy on what they might do tomorrow to stimulate the return of Ascent’s memories further. Without them, without the knowledge of his own functionality, he could not escape if he were taken, and there was a very good chance that Van would know exactly what to do to fix him and to force him into bondage to the goddamned Fallons. Well, she wasn’t about to let Van do that. She’d happily slit his throat, or stab him in the heart, the way her mom had been stabbed. He deserved no better.