Vyken Dark: Cyborg Awakenings Book One

by Christine Myers

  As Vyken returned her kisses and caresses, he paused looking down into her face. He felt enthralled by her. A look or a simple touch was all it took to make him hard for her. It was somewhat disturbing that she had seemed to intrude into his mind like an obsession. He had gone years with only his own hand for sexual release. Now it was only hours between his cravings to mate her senseless.

  In just a few days his attachment for Danya had grown exponentially. After so many years of duty and responsibility, he felt that he deserved to have pleasure in his life. Killing the enemy had brought him pleasure. Watching his friends die was as close to pain as his muted emotions allowed him to feel.

  In the year since Vyken and his brothers had their emotions unmuted, he’d had them under control until Danya. He hardly wanted her out of his sight, and once he had her beneath him, Vyken was exceedingly reluctant to separate from her. Having his cock hugged deep inside Danya was only surpassed by pumping his seed inside her.

  She was still panting from their carnal exertions, Vyken raised his full weight from her onto his elbows stroking her face with his fingers and kissing her lips intermittently. Once she was breathing easier, he reluctantly pulled out of her. Danya groaned plaintively as he did, but he moved off and turned her over to her forearms and knees to take her from behind. Within a second he was inside her again pounding into her tight opening. He held her hips to keep from pushing her over with the power of his thrusts.

  Danya whimpered and keened her excruciating pleasure with each thrust massaging her G-spot. She could feel every inch him with each stroke as though he was pouring his love into her. Her muscles tightened, and her whole body trembled as he took her closer and closer to complete bliss. She let out a scream as the first wave of her orgasm clamped her inner walls around his member as he pushed into her. It only took second longer to take Vyken with her.

  Each time he throbbed inside her she was racked with shudder after shudder of pleasure eliciting moans and sobs further enhanced by the nanites in his semen tickling inside her. When Vyken pulled out, she collapsed completely spent on the bed quivering with the aftershocks of an even more potent climax than the previous.

  Vyken moved to her side and pulled her on to his lap and cradled her against him, tenderly kissing the top of her head.

  “Ah, Vyken. That was awesome!” she murmured snuggling against him.

  “As you are, my Danya. I have never been as happy as I am with you in my arms,” he told her softly. Then he stood, lifting her with him. “Let’s get into the shower so you can have a nap while I take care of some things.”

  While he carried her into the shower, he signaled for a bed change. About twelve minutes later he laid her in bed and covered her with a light sheet. She closed her eyes and drift to sleep before his eyes.

  He stood for a minute or two just watching her before he went to get fresh clothes to put on. Vyken realized he didn’t want to leave her. He’d spent his whole life adhering to his duties and responsibilities, defending the Federations sectors against the Mesaarkans. His life had never been his own, and it still wasn’t.

  Vyken had never failed a mission before, and he didn’t plan to fail this one. But like the war, he didn’t know how long it would take to rescue the forgotten people in the city and tame the gangs back into a civilized society. He only accepted the mission because there weren’t that many cyborgs left with his leadership abilities that didn’t already have missions and the starship to do it.

  Now he had eleven thousand cyborgs at his disposal if he needed them. With proper groundwork and training, he could groom them to finish what he was starting. Vyken initially didn’t want to stay on Earth. He wanted to go to Phantom and live a peaceful life, maybe make a family with Danya, but he was starting to rethink his priorities. He knew he should talk with Danya more about the future. Vyken had told her father what he wanted to do, but he hadn’t asked Danya what she wanted.

  He quickly finished dressing and went to the landing bay where his recon teams were returning. Sending the female cyborgs with them had worked, except one had been shot four times with projectiles. Some of the others had been taken bullets as well. The wounds were serious, but not life-threatening.

  All three teams came back with refugees wanting to join the Enclave, but every team had taken gunfire while patrolling the streets of old Chicago.

  The way we’re trying to do this is not working. Matix told Vyken, Jolt, and Brekar. We tried it Jacob Black’s way, and we’re taking fire every time we go out. I say we break out the armor and go for the bad guys first. We came back with fifteen, twenty, and twenty-three. We need to root out the thugs, and then the decent people won’t be afraid to come out.

  Is that how the rest of you feel as well? Vyken asked.

  We do. Brekar responded. We need to take full companies and go street by street, building by building and root out the thugs. We need to alternate sections so that we are not predictable.

  It’s practically a war zone out there, and they don’t need high tech to make those bullets they’re shooting at us. We can take them better than the naturals, but they still hurt. Jolt added.

  We’ve got the armor fabrication unit, on board here. Jolt, and Brekar can show a couple of the newbies how to use it and size up the rest of them for armor. If we scan the buildings as we go along, root out the thugs, we’ll also root out the people who need to be in the Enclave.

  I get why Jacob wanted us to go in looking friendly, but this is a war not simply a rescue mission as he sees it. Matix added. We need to fight it like a war and rescue as our secondary objective.

  I will go explain the situation to Black. Vyken related. He probably won’t like it. He doesn’t like us because I get mixed messages from him every time I talk to him. His cool facade is just that. His heart rate and respirations tell me he’s hiding something and his body language tells me he doesn’t like me. He especially doesn’t like that I took Danya as my mate.

  That’s between you and Danya. She chose you as well. Matix put in.

  He thinks she doesn’t have good judgment. Black has no idea what our females mean to us. I will protect her with my life, and it won’t come cheaply either.

  Vyken spent some time downloading from the newbies and relating information to them while waiting to hear back from Cyborg Command and for Danya to wake. It could take a while for the nanocybots to build up in her body and build her stamina. Decent food should help too.

  Danya hadn’t been asleep that long and she was exhausted from mating so long and hard, but she had enjoyed it as much as he. He was going to take Danya to the Enclave to visit with her father while he was there if she were awake. It was just a short walk from the ship so she could go later if she wished.

  Still waiting for word back from Command, Vyken decided to go to the Enclave and inform Jacob Black of their change in strategy.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Commander Dark, we have reviewed the information you have sent us, and we believe that removing the inactivated cyborgs from Earth would be premature given the conditions you have described. We leave it to your discretion to activate as many as you need to restore order to old Chicago and build the Enclave.

  Instead of sending a ship to retrieve the inactive cyborgs, the Federation has authorized a ship to bring you more troop carriers and farming machinery to the Enclave. Plans for a new starport on Earth have been revised. There is a city near the east coast of North America they have renamed Farringay where the starport will be built. Old Chicago will eventually have a shuttle landing station instead of a full-service starport.

  You are ordered to activate three companies of cyborgs to go to Farringay and restore order there so rebuilding can begin once you are supplied with the transports vehicles to get them there. You may send additional troops as you deem necessary.

  Keep us informed of your progress.

  Vyken shared the message from Command with his brothers and waited for their feedback.

  “Do you t
hink we’re ever going to get off this world?” Matix said. “When we agreed to take this job, I thought maybe a year at the most. But this is a whole new war only we’re fighting thugs and criminal overlords instead of aliens.”

  “I was looking forward to finding a female and settling on Phantom to breed and make a life for us,” Brekar said. “Now, that Kyden and Matix have females to bond with, I would like to be done with this mission, so I can find a female too.”

  “We’ve given the Federation eighty years of our lives to save their asses,” Jolt grumbled. “Isn’t that enough?”

  “I think we all feel the same way,” Kydel said. “But we all know their numbers have been decimated by this war. Because of it, not that many naturals are joining the space force. They have us. Somebody needs to take control of this chaos.”

  “I know, but I don’t want to spend another eighty years here,” Jolt said, “I want to find my female and breed.”

  “Nobody’s stopping you,” Matix added. “You can still do your job.”

  “There is an end in sight,” Vyken said. “As I told you on my way back from Peru, we have eleven thousand inactive cyborgs available with the thirty-three hundred here and the eight thousand in Peru. We activate as many as we need---all of them if necessary and train them to take over. Then we are free.”

  “That makes sense to me,” said Matix. “We, personally, don’t have to do it all. We just have to make it happen. By the time we leave, the Enclave should be organized.”

  “That was my promise to Admiral Gregor,” Vyken agreed. “We aren’t committed to the rehabilitation of the planet. These other cyborgs can learn what we know and more.”

  “We don’t have enough weapons for all of them,” Brekar said.

  “I asked for a pod of the usual weapons with their shipment in my reply as well as body armor. We can fabricate some here on the ship, but our raw materials will only supply three companies here. That will be enough for now,” Vyken said. “We also have thousands engineered embryos if eleven thousand cyborgs are not enough. Peru has at least that many as well.”

  “How long do you think we’re in for?” Kydel asked.

  “Two years, at most,” said Vyken. “The newbies will be committed to ten-year increments with retirement after thirty. Those that serve the full thirty years will receive a colonial settlement stipend and the possibility of civilian work.”

  “It’s a better deal than we got,” said Jolt.

  “A lot has changed since we were created,” Vyken reminded. “We will awaken fifty more cyborgs to fill our three mission carriers. Get some of the newbies to help with that, and I will talk to Jacob Black about the situation.”

  Vyken found Jacob Black walking down the corridor toward his office as he came off the elevator on level one of the Enclave. Black frowned when he first spotted the cyborg Commander, then pasted a welcoming smile on his face.

  “Commander Dark, how can I help you today?” he said. “Come on into my office and have a seat.”

  Vyken followed Jacob into the office and pressed the button to slide the door closed behind him. While the other man took his seat behind the desk, Vyken sat in a padded metal chair that barely contained him in front of the desk.

  “I have news from the Federation via Cyborg Command, and I have some things to discuss with you.” Vyken began. “We have determined that trying to rescue the innocents in the city is inefficient because we are continually taking unfriendly fire from the gangs. We’re activating more cyborgs to root them and their overlords out so we can get to the people you want to bring into the Enclave.”

  “More cyborgs activated,” Jacob frowned, not hiding his dismay. “Are you sure that’s wise? I’m not sure we need more cyborgs fraternizing with our women. We need them to breed with natural humans, not cyborgs.”

  “Why do you find that a problem? Cyborg offspring with naturals will be a combination of both. They will carry our nanocybots, but they will not have our processors. Those are integrated into the fetus as it grows to maturity. That won’t happen to fetuses carried in the female’s womb. They will be superior humans. I don’t see the problem, and neither does cyborg command.”

  “They wouldn’t,” Jacob muttered. “The gene pool will be contaminated with genetically engineered offspring. It will impede the process of natural selection. Cyborgs were made to be killers. We don’t need killers here, we need farmers and craftsmen, builders and the like.”

  “We were programmed and conditioned to be killers before we were born. Genetically we are more alpha than a lot of naturals. Again, offspring grown naturally in the womb will not receive that programming.”

  “That’s not going to happen here,” Jacob asserted. “I will not have cyborgs mating with the females in the Enclave, and I will take it up with the Federation if I have to. I will also inform them that you have taken James Hill’s daughter as your concubine and are keeping her from her father.”

  Vyken raised his eyebrows at Enclave manager’s outburst. “Inside the Enclave, you are in control. Will you also determine who these females may breed with who are not cyborgs?”

  “No, of course not, but you cannot keep Danya from her father. Who do you think will have her after you are finished with her?” Jacob persisted.

  “I am not holding Danya against her will. She is my female, and I am her male.” Vyken was losing patience with Jacob Black’s utter bigotry. “I will not be finished with her until I breathe my last breath.”

  “Well, her father hasn’t been allowed to see her in days since you took her.”

  “Is that what he told you?”

  “It’s what I have observed,” Jacob admitted.

  “They have spoken on their coms. James is busy teaching and helping your new people settle in, and Danya has been busy with me.” Vyken said. “She is free to come see her father or anyone else here and her father is welcome on our ship, so there is no problem here.”

  “Of course, you would think that. When are you going to remove the rest of the cyborgs from level four and gather materials to convert it into living space?”

  “Command is sending a ship with machinery and supplies so that we can send some of them on a similar mission to Farringay. We will be activating more of them to prepare for that mission, and more to bring order in old Chicago. We need a place to for them to stay before we can remove them from your facility,” said Vyken, far calmer than he felt.

  Attitudes like Black’s were what started the war with the Mesaarkans because some bigoted colonials refused to live peacefully alongside humanoids who were different from them. The humans killed them all in an unprovoked massacre. Their stupidity cost the lives of billions of humans.

  Vyken accessed his memory of Admiral Gregor and found no reference to Jacob Black’s bigoted attitude toward cyborgs. Gregor must not have known. Vyken hadn’t known until now. Black was no more fit to lead this enclave than the thugs from whom Vyken had taken Danya and her father. Next, he would probably choose people to join based on the color or their skin. Cyborgs came in many colors, even more than natural humans.

  Black himself might not be alive if it weren’t for the cyborgs. Even before the Wholaskans negotiated peace with the Mesaarkans, the cyborgs were the ones keeping the aliens from destroying the entire planet. The Earth could have been just another asteroid belt orbiting the sun instead of a world that could be rehabilitated.

  Not only that, but the few hundred people brought to the enclave so far would not be able to prepare the soil and plant crops in time to harvest them by winter. They would need help from the cyborgs who would have to do most of it by hand because the machinery would not arrive soon enough. They would probably have to fabricate the picks and shovels to even do that.

  Vyken balled his hands into tight fists as his side resisting the extreme temptation to reach across the desk and choke the life out of Jacob Black. Only the fact that he had no legal justification stopped him, this time.

  Black was one of those euge
nicists that believed only specific people should be allowed to breed. Apparently, cyborgs were not included in his list. This was not the purpose of the Enclave according to Admiral Gregor. It was supposed to restore the population to rebuild civilization on Earth---not decide who gets to procreate and who doesn’t.

  Attempts had been made before on Earth to eradicate certain strains from the human genome, killing millions, under the mistaken belief their elimination would make the world a better place. That didn’t happen, and it wasn’t going to happen now.

  Cyborgs may have been bred in test tubes and spawned in nurturing tanks, but that didn’t make them less human than those born naturally. The fact remained their genetic makeup was entirely human. Their cybernetic enhancements didn’t change that.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  “Sweetheart, it’s good to see you,” James Hill said hugging his daughter. “I’ve missed you.”

  Danya had come to see him while Vyken was supervising the training of the new batch of activated cyborgs a few days after his encounter with Jacob Black.

  “Me, too, Dad,” she replied, hugging him back. “We’ve both been busy, and I like to be there when Vyken has time to spend with me.”

  “Are you happy with him? Cyborgs are not exactly like us, you know,” he said. “Jacob makes no secret about his feelings against their mating with naturals. He’s forbidding the woman members of the Enclave from fraternizing with them.”