Her Cyborg Awakes (Diaspora Worlds) (11 page)

What if she decided to hop some transport to
somewhere? Surely she wouldn’t do anything crazy. Hopefully she’s holed up
somewhere, expecting to hear from me. He tapped a message to her.

He hadn’t purchased a transmitter code for this
sphere, so the transmission wouldn’t go though. He wondered if Sabralia knew
you had to buy a transmitter code unless you were calling a local business.
There were so many things she didn’t know, going from her agricultural
homeworld to Sirn’s Harem. The sooner he found her, the better. “I’ll take your
credits after all.”

After Kaistril left the ship, he searched for her
signal. The sphere had many areas where magnetism interfered with his signal
search, and he would need to be quite close to her in distance to find her.
This could take some time. He found a small glider that would move him faster
than his float vest and headed for a Hub station where he could get a
transmitter code.

“I’m coming with you.” Kyler was dressed in
non-military clothing.

“Yes, because she won’t possibly recognize you
without your uniform.” Kaistril felt sarcastic, still put out with their
highhanded behavior.

“I’ll stay back.”

“Good.”

“Her signal is weak. I have to be within a mile to
register her. That was never a problem in the Harem. Here, it could take
awhile.” He got access to the Hub com and tried to contact her, but she didn’t
answer her com. She probably thought Kyler and Karvar were trying to get in
touch.

Several hours later, Kaistril located her signal
on a large plaza in the midsection of the sphere. It was crowded with vendors,
traders, small hoppers, and youngsters on gliders and floats.

He looked for her floral cloak, but didn’t see it.
She probably covered it with something drab.

Then…he found her.

Sabralia was tucked into the side of a tiny
eatery, which seemed relatively quiet. She was wearing a dull brown cloak over
her floral one, just as he suspected, and she’d had her hair done in an
elaborate coiffure of tiny braids and ribbons. She also wore face paint, quite
heavy. She looked different, pretty in an exotic way, older and more
sophisticated. Good disguise.

“Sabra,” he called. She looked up and her eyes
opened wide.

“Kaistril? Are you all right?” She flew toward
him, and then she was in his arms, soft and sweet. Right where she was supposed
to be, and he was never letting her go again.

He laughed, relieved she was safe. “I’m great.
Better than ever. You look wonderful. I was worried about you alone on the
Hub.”

“I’m fine. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
Her eyes were bright with unshed tears.

He pressed his lips to hers, anxious to taste her,
threading one hand into her expensive coiffure. Her arms slid tight around his
neck and her mouth was as hungry as his. He slid his hands slowly down her back
to her bottom, cupped her, and pulled her up tight against his already hard
cock, so the juncture of her fit over his swollen member.

He grinned. “Come. We’ll take a transport to the
ship.”

She giggled again.

They walked with arms around each other to a small
dock.

“Are you wearing these so you could find me?” She
tapped on his arm com.

“Yes. You can’t hide from me when I have these
on.” He pressed a swift kiss on her lips. “My brothers are idiots, but they’ll
figure it out. Don’t worry about any of that.”

“I’ll bet they were shocked when you put the
appliances back on.”

He nodded. “Yes. But I do like the enhanced
capabilities they give me. Quite a good addition for a warrior.”

A transport docked, and as they turned to enter,
the door slid open on several men in white uniforms who held small blasters
pointed at them.

Sabralia froze, but Kaistril yanked her off the
platform into a fall, while blasters fired all around them.

“Float!” he yelled as they dropped, and their fall
slowed as the vest activated.

After they descended down, Kaistril dragged her
behind a strut, and then they were both sliding down it.

The transport couldn’t move as swiftly as they did
and the soldiers had no floaters on.

“Under here.” He pulled them under a walkway,
close to the top, so they were hidden from view. “We’re gong to slide across
the top here, then try to get to that plaza.” He indicated a very busy plaza.
The transport was on the other side of the walkway. It would have to cross a
busy transport route to get to the plaza, which was jammed with transports,
hoppers, and people on floaters and glide rides.

“They are up there. Hurry.”

They rushed toward the plaza, and threaded through
transports and people, finally entering a crowded store.

“We’ll be much harder to track on foot. Except…”
He paused.

“Except what?”

“If they are from Sirn, they could have your id
chip code.”

She swallowed hard. “I have a chip?”

“A small one. It only transmits a short distance,
so I thought it was benign. I should have taken it out. They must have more
sensitive equipment than I do. It took me forever to find you.” He took a deep
breath and hugged her tight. “At least I found you first. We’ll be all right. I
think if we follow this down we can take one of the high-speed glides.”

They took a down glide. Far above her she thought
she saw the uniformed men.

Kaistril was speaking into his com. “We’re taking
the zed level glide. A transport from the ship should meet us. They’ll be
well-armed. We need a medic.”

They hurtled across the sphere on a fast glide and
Kaistril watched for his brother’s and the soldiers. A transport, larger than
most that flew through the interior of the Hub, pulled right up to them,
scattering gliders and pedestrians. Kaistril grabbed her under the arms and
pushed her toward the open door.  Strong hands grabbed her and Kaistril
clambered on after her.

Kyler, looking angry and frightening, asked, “Are
they following her code or her appearance?”

Kaistril looked at his com. “Both, actually. Her
code is scrambled here. Too many magnetic fields in the area.”

“Go. Trouble.” Kyler barked to the pilot

Kaistril practically dragged her to a seat.

“Strap down.” That was Karvar, who was also in the
transport.

Sabralia strapped herself into a harness with
fumbling fingers. What now?

The transport took off, braking and speeding
through the traffic with nauseating speed. Sabralia shut her eyes, waiting for
a collision.

“Here, this will do.” The transport pulled into a
small, empty loading dock. Karvar leaped out of his seat and approached
Sabralia with a med bag.

“We need to get that chip out, Sabralia,” Kaistril
said. “I think they know we have the films. Or suspect it. We need to get them
back to New Prague. They will be a great help.”

Karvar cleared his throat, then turned to
Kaistril. “I thought I could remove the id chip here in the transport. Then we
can get her onto the ship and off-hub without being detected.”

“Good plan.” Kaistril got out of his seat. “I’ll
hold your hand, Sabra. Karvar can give you an anesthetic so it doesn’t hurt.”

Karvar popped a capsule under her nose, and she
got dizzy immediately.

“It is in your upper arm, did you know?” She shook
her head.

“I knew, but I thought its signal was so weak it
wouldn’t matter, so I didn’t remove it while we were on the ship.” Kaistril
lifted her arm and pulled up the loose sleeve of her dress. He showed her a
tiny hard spot on the back of her upper arm, something she’d never noticed
before.

“Hold her still.” Karvar pressed a small device
against the spot. She felt nothing. They applied a newskin over the small
wound.

“Commander, we have been detected. Shall I begin
evasive maneuvers?” the pilot asked.

“Affirmative.”

The brothers leaped back into their seats, and the
transport took off with a jerky, hard turn. Weapon fire rained upon them for a
short burst.

“Head for a busy plaza!” Kaistril barked. “I can
jump with the emitter, lose it, then return to New Prague on public transport.
You get Sabralia to the ship and get off-hub.”

“Public transport? Why don’t we just lose the chip
and all leave together?” Kyler protested.

“The chip has to be kept at body temperature, or
they’ll know it has been detected.”

Kyler snorted. “Give it to me. You’re still
underweight and need your rest, you idiot.”

“You’re right.” Kaistril smiled. “I’d rather be
with Sabra, anyway, to make sure you two don’t think up some other stupid
scheme.”

“Sorry, Kaistril. And you, too, Sabralia,” Karvar,
cheeks red, held a small tube to Kyler’s arm and struck a button. He then
sealed the small wound. “Just dig it out with your knife when you want to. It’s
shallow.”

 “Here’s your credit stick,” Kaistril shoved the
small device into Kyler’’s hand and he slid it into his com.

“Give me your cloak,” Kyler said to Sabralia. She
shrugged it off and he threw it over his clothing. It looked ridiculous, being
far too small, with feminine ruffles along the bottom edge.

“Don’t say a word,” Kyler said to his brothers
with a scowl. The ship jerked to a halt and Kyler leaped out the door into a
thick crowd below, the cloak flapping. “Go!” he shouted as they pulled up.

 Two levels up, as Sirn’s men followed Kyler down
several levels, they all left the transport at a trade station and scattered
into several small transports. “Do some sightseeing, return to the ship in a
couple hours or so.” Kaistril said.

Chapter Ten

Sabralia couldn’t keep her hands off Kaistril, and
he didn’t seem to mind, pulling her into doorways and along the side of
buildings for kisses. Her heart was full of delight at being with him, at his
health and vitality, so different than when she’d last seen him.

“I explained everything to my brothers. They
thought you were a security risk.”

“What did you tell them?”

“That you were my woman.” He pressed a hard kiss
to her lips and she melted against him, blood churning. “I wish we could be
alone,” Kaistril whispered into her ear. “We have nearly an hour before we need
to grab a transport.”

Sabralia slid her hands up his chest, relishing
the feel of his hard body under her fingers. “Come with me. I have a room.
Plus, I want to get my belongings.” She dragged him by the hand to her micro
sleep room a few plazas away.

Last night she had cried herself to sleep,
thinking she might never see him again, and now he was here with her, healthy,
vigorous. And he couldn’t keep his hands off her, either.

He wrapped his arms around her as they moved on a
walkway, and tapped on his arm com. “I’m letting them know we have some
important things to do, so we’ll be there when we get there.”

“So we don’t have to rush?”

He pulled her in front of him so her back rested
against him, with his arms wrapped around, his lips at the soft skin of her
nape. “No rushing. We need to celebrate.”

They made it to her room, quickly. There was
barely room for both of them to stand on the small floor space in front of her
bunk. “You lay down first. I went shopping and I was thinking about you. I want
you to see what I bought,” Sabralia said.

Kaistril tossed his clothing onto the floor and
stretched on the tiny bunk. Sabralia took off her dark blue gown, and the long
pantaloons under it, all the while enjoying the sight of his long lean body on
the small bunk. He was already hard, his length standing up proud.

Next to her skin, she wore a pink fuzzy sheath,
some type of stretchy, fuzzy lace. It cupped her breasts, forming deep
cleavage. It had a slit opening at the crotch.

“That is amazing,” he said.

“I bought several. Some have leggings. They are
designed to keep you warm. I thought they would be nice in the colonies.”

Kaistril sat up and pulled her to him so his face
was right in her cleavage. “You’re not going to the colonies.”

“No?” she asked softly.

“No. You are coming home with me. You’ll share my
quarters on the ship, and you’ll share my rooms at my mother’s palace.”

“Palace?” Her voice squeaked and Kaistril
chuckled, dragging her on top of him so his erection was trapped against her
soft stomach covered in the silky fuzzy lace.

“I guess I forgot to tell you my mother is the
Protectorate of New Prague.”

His hands were gliding softly up and down her
backside, drawing tingling circles on her bottom.

“Well, that actually explains a lot.” She
feathered her lips against his silky chest hair, reveling in the texture.

“She’ll annul your marriage to Sirn.”

Sabralia smiled. “He won’t know where I am,
anyway.”

“But I can’t marry you legally unless you are free
of him.”

Sabralia sat up in shock. “You want to marry me? I
thought you wanted to go back to your Tier.”

His hands cupped her breasts in the silky fuzz.
“Not anymore. Now I want to settle in New Prague with my lovely wife and
consult with our military. I’m an expert on Sirn’s Cyborgs.”

“A real marriage? No harem? Children?”

“Yes, just you and our young. But I’ll bake the
sweet buns. I’m a better cook.”

Tears filled her eyes and he pulled her down and
kissed them away.

“I love you, Sabra. I want us to be together. I
want the life we can build together.”

She sighed. “That’s what I want, also.”

With a groan, Kaistril rolled her onto her back.
“Want to be inside,” he whispered as his lips trailed along her neck. “It’s
been too long.”

“No more waiting,” she agreed, wrapping her legs
around his hips, welcoming his rigid flesh with equal urgency.

He slid into her in a hard, urgent rush and she
met him clutching him to her with her legs and pussy, enjoying his gasp of
delight. She met his hard thrusts with undulations of her own, reveling in his
strength, in the wild passion between them.