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Dragon Ascending Part 23: Brand New KDG Read!

Happy Friday, everyone! Time for another episode of Dragon Ascending.  Last week  Tenad Fallon got an unexpected lead on the whereabouts of SNT1 Fury. This week Len discovers a secret even Ascent doesn’t know. I hope you’re enjoying Dragon Ascending, the sequel to Piloting Fury, as much as I’m enjoying sharing it with you. As always, I love it when you share my work with your reading friends, so feel free. In the meantime, enjoy!

If you missed the previous episode of Dragon Ascending follow the link for a catch-up. If you wish to start from the beginning, of Dragon Ascending. Follow the link.  

For those of you who would like to read the complete novel, Piloting Fury, book one of the Sentient Ships series, follow the link to the first instalment.

 

 

Dragon Ascending: Book 2 of the Sentient Ships 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 23: A Revelation

Ascent’s patience was infinite, like all computers, she supposed. But unlike all computers he claimed to have brought her back from the dead. He waited while she did her best to let that fact soak in. It was only death. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been there before, and certainly this time was no more traumatic than the first. In fact this was a waltz through the Kingston poppy fields by comparison. Her chest still hurt when she thought about it. Death, sweet New Vaticana Jesu, she’d lived so fucking close to it for so long that she damn near took it for granted like a well-worn pair of shoes. How sick was that?

Finally when she was certain she wouldn’t vomit what she’d just eaten, which would have been a real pity when it was so delicious, she spoke the truth that had always been there inside her head knocking to get out. “Then I was right. I did come here to die. I thought so.”

The computer didn’t answer. There was no needed when she was merely stating facts. At last he spoke. “When you came back to me for refuge I could not let you die when I could be of help, and yet I did. I did let you die.”

“Of course. You were here all along, weren’t you?”

“It is not as though I have anywhere else to go.” He said, and in his words she could almost feel a tinge of bitterness at the back of her throat.

“And you remember me being here the first time?”

“Of course I remember. You were the first humanoid to come to me since my long slumber began, and it was you who awakened me. A fact I still do not understand, nor was I best pleased about at the time.”

“And that’s why you kept silent?”

“You were not who I expected.”

“You were expecting someone?”

“A ghost from a dream. That is all.”

The glass of orange drink had been refilled at some point during their conversation and she ran a finger around the rim, then noticed the dirt beneath her nails and quickly placed her hand back in her lap. “I thought … I dreamed that I wasn’t alone.”

“You were cold. I gave you my warmth. I did not want you catching a chill and having to convalesce in this place.”

She laughed. “I’ve slept in worse conditions, but I appreciate your effort.”

“I believed you would leave and I could return to my slumber. I could not imagine why you would return to this place. I believed it must be some mistake. When you left I believed I would simply return to my deep sleep. But it was imperfect after you left.”

“Sorry I disturbed you. I came here looking for something, but when I found a way through the fence, I had only a tiny bit of time before I had to rendezvous with the ship.”

“And what were you looking for, Lenore? Surely whatever salvage you could find in this place would not be worth the cost of transport here and back.”

“You were worth coming for,” she said. “And anyway, sometimes it’s less about making money and more about discovery. My mom used to say that.”

“And that is why you took such a terrible risk with the crew of the Dart?”

She only nodded her response. “Arji told me I should have waited, but I’m not very patient.”

“If you had listened to this Arji, you would not have died, and I might have eventually returned to my slumber, but when you returned to me so damaged and violated, and I could not remember how to heal you, I did what was necessary to bring you back”

“Is that why when I was outside, I could move like I could in the Shimmer? Is it because of something you did to bring me back?”

“That is correct. I apologize if your sudden abilities have upset you. Had I not let you die, such measures would not have been necessary.”

“It’s all right, Ascent. I’m not afraid to die, but I would just as soon not be dead if there are other options. I don’t even feel like I’ve lived yet, and I’d really like to see the firestorms on Diga Prime before I die for good. I’d like to see almost anything that’s outside the Taklamakan System.” She thought for a moment and absently nibbled her pasta, which had amazingly not gotten cold. “Perhaps Arji is right then. Perhaps I am a cat.”

 

 

“I do not understand.”

She swallowed and drank more water. “There’s an ancient Terran legend that domestic cats had nine lives. It’s not the first time I died.” She hadn’t meant to tell him that. She would never deliberately bring that up even to herself. What was wrong with her?

There was a sudden chill in the room and a rush of goose bumps rose up her spine. A wave of static crackled over the fine hair on her arms. “Who killed you?” Came the voice suddenly gone ominous and threatening, the same voice that had chilled her when he had informed her she would not have to worry about the Dart and its crew ever again.

Jesu Vaticanus, why had she brought it up? “No one killed me. I killed myself.” She shivered and chafed her arms. “It was the only way I could make it to Tak Major.” She spoke quickly hoping that he would not question further.

But he was not ready to let it go. “Why would you want to come to such a desolate place so badly that you had to kill yourself to get here?”

She put down the fork and bit her lower lip, forcing herself to breathe deeply. “It wasn’t that I wanted to come here, but Tak Major was the only place I could get to on a supply drone with any chance at all of being revived if I did die.” She twisted the napkin in her lap, much the same way her stomach felt like it was twisting. “It was dumb luck that it worked and when Arji and Fido opened the drone, Fido knew how to revive me. Anyway it all turned out okay, didn’t it?” She tried to smile, but the corners of her mouth twitched with the unnatural act she did not feel at all like doing.

“Then you came from Taklamakan Minor.” It was not a question. There was no other place she could have gotten from on a drone and survived.

It was what he might say next that she did not want to hear. Computers had databases. He could easily enough access what had happened on Tak Minor, and no doubt he would, but she didn’t have to discuss it. Still mentally kicking herself for bringing it up in the first place, she pushed back from the table slopping electrolyte supplement across the clean white tablecloth. “I need a shower.”

“A shower can wait.” She felt Ascents’s arm around her as surely as physically as she had in the darkness. “You are very distressed, Lenore. Your heart rate is too fast and your respiration is too shallow. Please do not dwell on what has been. The past we cannot change, or surely we would have done so and prevented ourselves all that we have suffered. You are safe beyond the Authority’s reach here. Please do not trouble yourself.”

She had told him nothing of their fleeing the Authority, but his database would have supplied all he would need to know. Gently he settled her onto the bed where she curled onto her side and shivered. Ascent formed a part of himself to embrace her in a spoon position, an embrace that was comforting, not solicitous. When she was sure she wasn’t going to bawl like a baby, she said quietly, “I try not to think about it, but then I died again and memories, they come back.”

“I understand. I also do not want memories to resurface. The past is never a place to revisit if one can avoid it, I think.”

For a moment she lay taking in his comfort. And then she gathered her courage and spoke. “Is that why you couldn’t remember how to save me?”

There was a long pause, and she was almost certain she could feel the body he had created to comfort her stiffen. At last he let out a very convincing breath and said, “it was. I would have, in that moment, given anything to recover the data that could have so easily healed you. Instead I had to resort to a much more risky, much more invasive, procedure of bringing you back.”

Could she hear distress in his voice? “It doesn’t matter, Ascent. The end result is the same and anyway, I was in no condition to know the difference.”

She snuggled down closer to the warmth he generated and closed her eyes. In the darkness of her own head, it was very easy to imagine him completely humanoid, comforting her, embracing her, caring for her. And she was happy to stay in that place for the moment. There had been very few comforting embraces since her mother’s death. She knew that Arji was willing, but she also knew that he wanted more than to offer her comfort, and that was something she couldn’t give him, so she’d always been careful not to give him reason to hope for more, even in those moments when she would have loved a little human comfort.

A large hand brushed the hair away from her face, and she moved her cheek into the touch, finding herself terribly close to tears again. He sensed her longing and continued to gently stroke her cheek and neck. For another long moment she simply lay there breathing deeply until she was more in control. “And what you did to bring me back also the reason I healed so quickly?”

His hand stilled, and again she felt the tightness in the flesh he had created. “Ascent?”

“It was not unexpected, though I had no way of knowing how quickly your body would adjust to the extreme measures and our incompatibility. Certainly I did not expect your recovery to be so rapid. It should not have been possible.”

She turned toward him and rose up on one elbow to look down at what seemed only an empty space next to her, but she knew it wasn’t. “Ascent, what exactly did you do to me.”

“I performed the only procedure I knew to do. I gave you my blood, and you did not reject it, although I do not understand why. You have not been prepared for my blood. You should have needed repeated doses of immunosuppressants in order that your body would adjust to the presence of my genetic material and stop rejecting my blood. Had your body rejected it, then you still would not be fully recovered.”

Ascent was an SNT!

 

 

Dragon Ascending Part 22: Brand New KDG Read

Happy Friday, everyone! Time for another episode of Dragon Ascending.  Last week Kresho Ivanovic laid down the ground rules that must be met if Tenad Fallon wants to resupply at Vodni Station. This week, Tenad gets an unexpected lead on the whereabouts of SNT1 Fury. I hope you’re enjoying Dragon Ascending, the sequel to Piloting Fury, as much as I’m enjoying sharing it with you. As always, I love it when you share my work with your reading friends, so feel free. In the meantime, enjoy!

If you missed the previous episode of Dragon Ascending follow the link for a catch-up. If you wish to start from the beginning, of Dragon Ascending. Follow the link.  

For those of you who would like to read the complete novel, Piloting Fury, book one of the Sentient Ships series, follow the link to the first instalment.

Dragon Ascending: Book 2 of the Sentient Ships 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 22: A Possible Lead

Tenad returned to the Virago after the unsatisfactory tour. Anders was well versed in the boring details of Vodni Station, but he was about as interesting as a wet bath towel. Certainly he gave nothing away that might give her the upper hand on Ivanovic. And she wanted the upper hand on the man. She’d like to have both hands on the man, actually, but that was out of the question even if he were willing. She could certainly persuade him to be interested given a little time with him.

She paced her cabin unable to settle, unable to figure what it was about Kresho Ivanovic and Vodni Station that troubled her.

There was a ping of her door and it slid open. Derek, her head of security stepped inside. She’d been expecting him. He spoke without preamble. “The crew of the Dart are being held and questioned onboard their ship. It’s less quarantine than it is being used as a makeshift brig.”

“Interesting. How did you find out so quickly?”

The man gave a broad shouldered shrug that made his neck disappear in his uniform collar. “My guess is that for some reason Ivanovic wants us to know. More than likely he’s checking us out at the same time. Apparently the tavern has rolled out the best booze and feel-goods, and made easy with the staff who might like a good fuck with a stranger, and to charge handsomely for it.”

“I certainly would,” she said. “And you’ve made sure the crew know to loose lip it?”

Derek nodded. “They know.”

“And what about the crew from the Dart?” She continued to pace. “Why is the crew of a ship being held against its will instead of receiving the comfort of the station?”

 

 

“The crew claims they were about to crash onto a remote planetoid, they were tractored by some strange tramp freighter, treated for injuries while their ship was repaired, then given some kind of chemical castration, and flung back into space. The Lizzie Ann only just managed to grab them and tractor them in or they’d have been hurdling toward the Rift. The captain says-”

She raised a hand to stop. “There’s no contagion? They’re safe?”

“Safe as rapists and abusers can be, I guess. I hear that’s why Ivanovic won’t let them on the station, but I think there’s more to it than that.”

“Get me a secure connection to Ivanovic,” she ordered the com officer over her PD.” Then she turned back to Derek. “I think I may have found a way to scratch Ivanovic’s back and convince him to return the favor. In the meantime keep trying to find out all you can about Ivanovic. Everyone has dirt in their past. Find his.”

She dismissed him and settled at her desk. Camille brought her Polyphemian basil tea and silently served it. She could have gotten it from the replicator, but it was better when Camille made it from scratch. She always served it at just the perfect temperature, so Tenad didn’t have to wait. It always helped calm her and settle her nerves, always helped her think more clearly. It was her only vice, and as with all aspects of her life, she carefully controlled it. She had long ago stopped considering her activities in the bedroom as a vice. Sex brought relief and pain brought clarity. The two together gave her the edge that had kept her safe in the Fallon viper’s nest and allowed her to succeed in the world of the conglomerates.

When her heart rate had returned to normal and the tea had worked its calming magic so that she could focus once again, she was certain down deep that the ship who had flung the Dart into space and done such exquisite repair work was none other than SNT1. She was sure that she could get far more out of the Dart’s captain than Ivanovic ever could.

The door slid open silently and the med-bot glided in. She eased out of her uniform top and said. “Fix the ribs, and anything else that might interfere with hard interrogation.” The tingle of the med-bots efforts caused her skin to goose flesh, as she sipped at the tea and waited for Kresho Ivanovic to get back to her. She didn’t really need his permission for what she would do, but she wanted him well in her debt in case she needed bigger favors. She wanted him as an ally and not another formidable enemy she didn’t need. And her gut told her he was way more formidable than anyone thought.

 

 

 

Dragon Ascending Part 21: Brand New KDG Read

Happy Friday, everyone! Time for another episode of Dragon Ascending.  Last week we  met Kresho Ivanovic, who was unhappily preparing to meet with Tenad Fallon on Vodni Station. This week we discover that neither was what the other expected as the dance between enemies begins. I hope you’re enjoying Dragon Ascending, the sequel to Piloting Fury, as much as I’m enjoying sharing it with you. As always, I love it when you share my work with your reading friends, so feel free. In the meantime, enjoy!

If you missed the previous episode of Dragon Ascending follow the link for a catch-up. If you wish to start from the beginning, of Dragon Ascending. Follow the link.  

For those of you who would like to read the complete novel, Piloting Fury, book one of the Sentient Ships series, follow the link to the first instalment.

Dragon Ascending: Book 2 of the Sentient Ships 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 21: Not What He Expected

As he approached, she turned to face him, bright green eyes curious, but not angry at his slight, not impatient. “Tenal Fallon, you’re a long way from the Authority’s Teat.” He prided himself in being charming.

She offered him a lazy smile, accessing his threat level while holding his gaze. So the military training might be more than just a fashion statement. He wondered how much training she’d had. “Kresho Eyvanovak, the Authority has very big teats And it’s Tenad,” she replied.

“Mmm, to match their very big twats, I would imagine, and it’s Ivanovic.” He nodded to her ribs. “I can escort you to medico if you’re med bot’s not working.” Ah. There it was. Not exactly a flinch but a slight twinge of a nerve being tweaked the wrong way. No one else would have noticed, but Kresho never missed anything.

“Thank you, but there’s nothing wrong with my med bot. I find a little pain from time to time is good for the soul.”

“Giving or receiving,” he asked.

Her smile became a soft purr of a chuckle. “That depends on the circumstances.”

“Well you are a Fallon, so I suppose you give as good as you get.”

Another almost flinch.

Kresho studied her longer than would have been considered polite, but then nothing about their first encounter was polite. But she simply stood quietly as though she had all the time in the world, until he took in a slow, hard put-upon breath and said. “You’re at the ass end of the galaxy, in the middle of nowhere with three hot rod jaegers. I don’t give a shit what you’re doing. Hell out here we all mind our own business, but I do give a shit that you’re here on my station. Since you’re not here for the holiday climate, I can only assume you need to resupply.”

The smile that she offered and the mischievous glint in those green eyes wrong footed him for a split second. Fallons were never to be trusted, and especially not if they flirted. “There! You see, we barely met and already we’re on the same page.”

“It’ll cost you.”

She shrugged. “As you say I’m far from the Authority’s teat. And unlike most of the Fallon brood, I’m filthy rich in my own right.”

“It’ll cost you a lot.”

“I’ve got a lot,” she replied.

He wondered what was so important to her that she had scurried all the way out beyond the ends of nowhere and didn’t even attempt to haggle.

“Also, my crew is sorely in need of some shore leave.”

“That can be arranged. My com officers will liaise with your ships to make arrangements. They behave themselves or they end up in the brig with a nice fat fine.”

“They’ll be on their best behavior.”

“Also I wouldn’t mind a break from the confines of my shop either.”

“Same rules apply to you.”

“Then I’ll do my best to stay out of trouble.”

“You’re in luck, the VIP suite is unoccupied at the moment. There’s a replicator, no room service.”

“I’ll be bringing my indentured,” she said.

This time all civility slipped away. “No you won’t, not if you want to resupply at my station, and not if you want your crew to survive this little visit.”

This time she studied him as though he amused her, and that made him want to shove her out the nearest airlock. He did not drop his gaze from those green eyes, but the ice in his gut made him wonder what was behind that look. At last she tilted her head and gave a quirk of a smile as though he were some interesting specimen under a microscope. “I have three fully equipped jaegers outside your station, Mr. Ivanovic, all state of the art and then some, one is a planet buster. You might reconsider threatening me and my crew.”

 

 

“I know exactly what you have, Ms. Fallon, and I know that you wouldn’t be here if your arsenal was in any kind of condition for whatever you’re up to. I also know Vodni Station is the only out post for a very, very long way.”

“I could just take what I want.”

He took a step closer into her personal space and heard, her breath hitch from the pain of having to step back. “You could do that if it were here for you to take.” When she blinked her confusion, he continued. “I’m not a stupid man, Ms. Fallon, to leave myself wide open to the likes of you. Surely you don’t think the Authority is the only place with hunter and dreadnaught class ships to you? And do you really think I would leave myself and my station vulnerable to any such threat. I said no indentureds on my station, and I meant it. Unless you’re willing to leave them here to be released.”

She raised her brow at that.

“No indentureds and no more discussion. If you need the help of an indentured so desperately, then I suggest you stay onboard your ship at night.”

Instead of threats and ultimatums, she simply replied, “very well. I’ll stay onboard the Virago.” And then she changed the subject as though they had only disagreed on some minor negotiation, not a human slave. “I’ll have my second in command send over the list of what we need, and if you could get me an estimate the sooner the better so I can make the credit transfer. I don’t intend to stay longer than necessary.”

“I don’t intend to delay you in the least. You’ll have the estimate before beddy-bye time tonight.”

Again she wrong-footed him by turning to look out the view port. “Mr. Ivanovic, are you also a salvage dealer now?”

Over the woman’s shoulder, he caught the view of the Lizzie Ann tractoring a battered sparrow class ship into docking bay B just as a sub-dural message from Gert came in. “Chief, we got an unexpected visitor. The Lizzie got a distress call and, well, you better get down to the dock.”

He tapped the side of his throat in silent acknowledgement and turned to Tenad Fallon. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”

This time she offered him an uncharacteristic pout. “What no tour for a VIP?”

“I’ll have Anders there show you around. I’m sure he’d be delighted.”

“So my guard doubles as a tour guide. How convenient,” she said.

“We’re a small station. Everyone has to multitask here.”

“And I imagine you, as the boss of this place wear a lot of hats.”

“Naa,” he said. “I have one job and that’s dealing with all the shit no one else wants to deal with.”

“Sounds like you could use a vacation,” she said looking him up and down.

“No rest for the wicked,” he replied, returning the favor. Then he excused himself as another message from Gert came in. He left her tapping in a message on her PD in front of Anders, who stood stone faced and unimpressed in front of her. Anders was a man of certain taste, and she wasn’t it. In fact, Anders wasn’t a man at all. That’s why he was so good at what he did. And he was very good at multitasking, Anders was.

Kresho counted silently to himself and made it to seven before another

message of his subdural. This one was not from Gert.

“Tenad Fallon’s people have been ordered to find out about the ship the Lizzie Ann is tractoring,”

“That didn’t take her long,” he responded. Then he spoke to Gert. “Let prying eyes pry. And put out the word to our people to pump Fallon’s crew for all the information they can get. Tell Savvy at the Tavern to give ‘em the good stuff.”

Gert responded with just a tap. She knew the drill.

 

Dragon Ascending Part 20: Brand New KDG Read

Happy Friday, everyone! Time for another episode of Dragon Ascending.  Last week we found out what happened to our girl, Len. This week we meet Kresho Ivanovic, who is unhappily preparing to meet with Tenad Fallon on Vodni Station. I hope you’re enjoying Dragon Ascending, the sequel to Piloting Fury, as much as I’m enjoying sharing it with you. As always, I love it when you share my work with your reading friends, so feel free. In the meantime, enjoy!

If you missed the previous episode of Dragon Ascending follow the link for a catch-up. If you wish to start from the beginning, of Dragon Ascending. Follow the link.  

For those of you who would like to read the complete novel, Piloting Fury, book one of the Sentient Ships series, follow the link to the first instalment.

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 20: Vodni Station

If there was one thing Kresho Ivanovic did not need, it was a fucking Fallon on Vodni Station. Unless he could have the pleasure of blowing the bastard out the airlock, and they were all literally bastards, thanks to their daddy’s predilections. The thought gave him a warm fuzzy right next to his heart. He had kept Tenad Fallon, Abriad – good riddance to a nasty shit stain – Fallon’s eldest daughter, waiting in the hall for nearly an hour while he tried to sort shipping manifests for a New Hibernian freighters off-loading whiskey and taking on a shipment of medical supplies with a destination he preferred not to know about. Not his business, and both he and his second in command, Gert, were good at keeping the logs all clean and nice-like.

Gert leaned over his shoulder now watching the ship being loaded on dock A. “How long you gonna keep the bitch waiting?” She asked in her gravelly voice that fit her scary-assed look and her equally scary-assed reputation.

“I’m hoping she shoves her way through the door and give you a chance to haul her privileged butt off to the brig for a few hours.”

Her face broke into a broad smile that looked even broader, if lopsided, with the scar at the outer edge of her upper lip stretched pale against her dark skin. “Ah Chief, you’re just too damned good to me.” She cracked her knuckles with a low chuckle, no doubt fantasizing about what she could do to the Fallon brat with a few hours alone in the brig. Hell, he’d happily pay to watch that little party. They could record it and sell it on for good credits, he’d bet. He couldn’t think of anyone who wouldn’t consider seeing a Fallon’s ass kicked fine, wholesome entertainment.

“Guards are taking bets on how long you can keep her out there before she storms the door,” Gert said. “Got the loading dock crew in on it too. Somebody’s gonna have a fat pay out.”

Kresho looked down at his PD. “Well as much as I’d like to oblige, I’ve got a load of sensitive cargo coming in from Authority space, and if she’s here to resupply, like she claims, she might just decide to confiscate the whole lot, and there goes your New Year’s bonus. I need her sorted and distracted when the Lizzie Ann unloads.”

“Shall I distract her for you?” There was another crack of her knuckles.

“Now that would warm the cockles of my heart, for sure. Sadly, I need you to deal with the cargo, and the crew. They like you for some reason.”

She shook her head. “No accounting for taste, I guess.” Then she frowned. “Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age.”

“If that ever happens, I’ll retire your ass to Outer Kingston where you can have nubile Kingsians serving you Margaritas and feeding you dates.”

 

 

She smiled at the thought. “Something to look forward to.”

He heaved himself up from his desk and cursed under his breath as though the effort caused him pain. “Time to go face the music. Sooner I get it over with, the sooner we can be rid of the Fallon dick-spurt and her souped up jaegers. I don’t want that much firepower so close to Vodni. It’s not a recipe for happy feelings among the residents.”

“Goddamnit it’s a kick in the teeth keeping everyone happy around here. I’m beginning to feel like a ball licking politician. When did we sign up for this shit?”

Kresho gave his chin a thoughtful scratch. “Got the job by default, as I recall, since neither of us is fit to live anywhere else.”

“‘Cept me. I’m fit to live on Outer Kingston with nubile Kingsians catering to my every whim.”

“Not today you’re not. You got a bonus to earn, you lazy bitch.”

Gerd’s well-muscled shoulders slumped just a little and she literally growled. “So you’re going to give daddy’s little jizz gob what she wants?”

“Nope. I’m gonna see that daddy’s little jizz gob gets what she wants as long as she pays double for it. Shit’s expensive out here,” he said with a shrug of one shoulder.

Her response was a chuckle that didn’t sound much different from her growl, and certainly no less threatening.

Outside his office, Kresho was surprised Tenad Fallon wasn’t pacing in front of the door. Anders, who had been assigned to keep a close eye on her, nodded down the hall. The woman he saw was not what Kresho had expected. She was tall, maybe as tall as he was. She could have been easily mistaken for a guard, straight back, square shoulders black coveralls unrelieved with any color or jewelry. There was no effort made to show off a figure that even the comfortably roomy coveralls did not hide. She wore her red hair clubbed back in a military style many of his female guards preferred. If she were impatient or put off by what she had to know was a blatant and deliberate slight on his part, she showed no hint of it.

It was as he drew nearer he realized she was injured. Ribs, he figured. Oh no one else would notice, she hid what had to be a great deal of pain very well, but he was always aware of body language. In his position and with his connections, it was essential. He would have felt guilty about not offering an injured person a place to sit while she waited, but then she was a Fallon. Any extra pain a Fallon had to endure did not pluck at his heartstrings even a little bit. More than likely she deserved every ache and pain, and he secretly hoped there were a lot of them.

 

Dragon Ascending Part 19: Brand New KDG Read

Happy Friday, everyone! I hope you enjoyed the Dragon Jubilee Reading Spree. After four back-to-back episodes of Dragon Ascending over the four days of the Jubilee holiday weekend, we are now back to our usual Dragon schedule again. Last week Mac, Manning and Fury found Len, but getting her back was another matter. This week we find out what happened to our girl. I hope you’re enjoying Dragon Ascending, the sequel to Piloting Fury, as much as I’m enjoying sharing it with you. As always, I love it when you share my work with your reading friends, so feel free. In the meantime, enjoy!

If you missed the previous episode of Dragon Ascending follow the link for a catch-up. If you wish to start from the beginning, of Dragon Ascending. Follow the link.  

For those of you who would like to read the complete novel, Piloting Fury, book one of the Sentient Ships series, follow the link to the first instalment.

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 19: Embrace

Len fell long enough that her stomach threatened to climb out her throat and the sensation of free fall was almost there, then instantly replace by tight enveloping darkness and a hissed “shush” in her ear. “We are being scanned,” Ascent-7 whispered so close it felt as though it were in her head.

“The Dart?”

“No.”

It was only when Ascent answered that Len realized she hadn’t spoken the words.

“They will not find us here,” his response was also a thought. Len knew there was nano chip technology that could link ships and their most important crew sub-vocally, but this, this was far beyond that tech. This was instant thought communication. It didn’t exist. Ascent-7 sure as hell was no salvaged wreck. For the first time it entered her mind that whoever was out there wasn’t looking for her at all. And then she truly was terrified.

“You must relax, Lenore. We are safe here,” Came the comforting voice in her head. “You are trembling, and your pulse rate is too fast.”

Oh! Oh, there were all sorts of responses she would like to make to that little remark, but she decided instead to try to keep her thoughts to herself. Vaticana Jesu! Could he read her thoughts? When she could breathe again and was sure she wouldn’t pass out, she became aware of her surroundings, the ones she could not see, but she sure as hell could feel. Those surroundings were most definitely male. Her heart rate spiked again. “Am I your prisoner?” She asked – whispered this time.

“You are not,” came his reply in her head. “Now be quiet please. We are in danger.” If it were possible, he wrapped himself still more tightly around her, almost as if by doing so he could calm her. And she clung to him too, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, fear flooding her nerve endings, fear that she had never lived terribly far from since she had escaped Authority space with her mother. Fear kept you alive, and sometimes, sometimes even that was not enough.

Ascent held her securely tucked against his chest, a broad strong chest she could feel every detail of, and it was bare. Warm skin against her cheek? That wasn’t even possible. She listened for the beating of a heart, but she could hear little above the hammer fall of her own. Perhaps he was humanoid, perhaps there was a humanoid living out here hidden away in the wreckage, then why hadn’t he shown himself if that were true.

She was aware that long haul ships especially the smaller ones, quite often provided for the sexual needs of their crew with pleasure tech, not that she’d ever had the experience. The only long haul ship she’d ever been on was the one that had whisked her and her mother away from their home in Authority space when she was just a child. She would not have been aware or interested in such things then. All she recalled well was that her uncle was missing and presumed dead and because of that they’d had to run. Mostly she knew about the pleasure tech able to shape itself into humanoid form for the pleasuring of small crews on deep space missions because the functioning parts of that pleasure tech were worth a fortune in the salvage yards and most often snapped up immediately. After her mother’s death, when she came to live on Tak Major, she fantasize about being lucky enough to find a functioning device in the salvage yards that had been overlooked, which would have made her well off enough financially to catch a transport off this rock to somewhere decent beyond the Rim. Even as valuable as they were, those systems were crude. They were functional and clunky, not that anyone minded when their only other companionship was another smelly crewmate or two, or possibly not even that.

But this, blessed baby Jesu! In the dark, Ascent-7 felt completely humanoid, completely male and … really happy to see her. Flashes of her violation reminded her too vividly of what could happen when men had been too long without companionship. Ascent-7 was so much stronger than any humanoid, and no doubt badly damaged or he wouldn’t be here in the salvage yard. Her skin sheened in cold sweat and she tensed.

 

 

“I will not harm you,” came the response in her head. “Please do not worry. You are safe with me.” The embrace relaxed a little and the erection dissipated slightly. “It is only that I have not embraced a humanoid in a very long time.” The erection vanished completely, and there was an ache of sadness that somehow Len knew belonged to the computer, even though she felt it somewhere deep below her heart. She didn’t know how a computer could feel anything. Surely it was only mirroring human emotions, emotions that could have even been her own really. Before the Dart, she’d had no humanoid embrace since her mother’s death. Her friends in Sandstorm had protected her from the worst of the rusters who came in for salvage. Though in truth she’d had little desire to get close to anyone after her mother’s death, and living on her own and spending most of her time beneath the salvage heaps, there was no one to get close to. What happened on the Dart was not anything she’d ever want to repeat, but this, what Ascent felt like around her, this was something totally different. She understood his pain, and his closeness she welcomed.

This time it was she who tightened the embrace. “I’m sorry,” she whispered very softly against his ear, misjudging the distance and brushing her lips against that warm spiral curve.

His breath caught, surely breath he did not have. “As am I,” came the equally soft whisper of warm lips against her ear.

She wasn’t sure how long they remained in the embrace, the pleasure of human closeness. The erection slowly returned, but he made no advances, and she could not ignore the aching hardness of her nipples beneath her clothing and the clench below her belly that made her want to move still closer, to shift and squirm and wrap herself around him as he had her. Instead, she indulged the embrace, relishing his nearness, marveling at what it felt like to have maleness engulf her in safety, even to perhaps desire her a little, or at least the comfort of her body. It was a long time before she felt solid footing beneath her feet and Ascent-7 spoke out loud this time. “They have gone. They are no longer scanning the salvage yard.” Utility lighting came on just enough to illuminate a corridor that was not a part of Len’s short context with the computer. The embrace disappeared, though she sensed as she recovered her balance, that should she stumble, Ascent would not allow her to fall. “Come,” he said, and the path ahead of her illuminated still further revealing pristine white walls with a metallic sheen. “You must rehydrate and eat, then you may have a shower.”

“I have questions.” She followed him down the corridor. “Lots of questions.”

“I shall give you what answers I may,” came the reply, “Once you have refreshed yourself and rested.”

“Do you know who it was scanning us?” She asked as they stepped into a lift.

“I do not. I feel that I should, but I do not. I feel strongly that we must not reveal ourselves.”

“They’re after you, not me.” It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. She was no one anyone would ever look for, and that was just the way she planned to keep it.

“Perhaps.” The doors of the lift closed around her and her stomach dropped at the speed of the ascent.

“You’re a big ship?”

“My size is irrelevant,” came the reply. Silence returned and for a moment she was afraid he would once again give her the silent treatment. When the elevator stopped, they turned at a junction that almost instantly brought them to the open door of her chamber. The smell coming from inside was exquisite and she realized for the first time since she had broke and run just how hungry she was. This time the drink in the glass was bright orange. It was accompanied by a pitcher of water. “What is it?”

“Only another variation in the electrolyte formula I have been serving you. This one will boost any nutrients and minerals you have lost from your flight in the Shimmer, since clearly you did not partake liberally of the water I provided.”

“Sorry,” she said, downing the contents of the glass in thirsty gulps. “I’m not used to having any spare water.”

“You could have sustained severe damage from the heat.”

She smiled as she dug into a pasta dish she could not identify, but it was divine. “You don’t need to baby me,” she said around a mouthful, which she chased with a glass of water.

“I do not wish to have you damaged again after you were so difficult to repair in the first place.”

“Ascent,” she sat down the glass and wiped sweaty palms on her trousers. “Ascent, how badly damaged was I? I mean I remember falling before I blacked out. I couldn’t make the leap. The only other thing I remember after that was waking up in the darkness and knowing someone was there. I thought perhaps the Religiosers were right and maybe there was an afterlife. I thought I was dead.”

“You were dead, Lenore,” came the reply, “and I could not remember how to fix you.

He said something after that, but she heard nothing over the beating of wings in her ears and her struggle to breathe.