0103 Read online

  Galactic Cyborg Heat Series

  Jessie Rose Case

  0103

  Galactic Cyborg Heat Series

  Book 18

  Description.

  This is a Happily Ever After, Galactic Cyborg Heat Series, Hot Romantic Fiction Novel. Book 18. A tantalizing story of passions and desires, fears and challenges, that bring two people together in a way they never thought possible.

  NOTE TO READERS: This is a sci-fi romance filled with hot explicit sex and strong dominant men. It’s gritty, confrontational and steam will be coming out of your ears. If you’re looking for something to get those juices flowing, you just found it. Enjoy!

  ***

  Cyborg 0103 was a prototype. One that should have terminated a long time ago. He’d been sent by Earth Corp with six others across the universe to establish a colony. With orders to prepare it for human habitation and clear the way of anything that prevented that from happening.

  In stasis for generations on a ship that was barely space worthy so rushed in its construction, that systems failed, people died but somehow, he’d survived. He and three of his brothers awoke to a new world on a new planet. Until they too died one by one. One system failure after another. Faults he couldn’t fix as the team medic. And one by one he put them back in stasis. With the hope that someday, those colonists would show up and help them.

  And then, he was alone.

  ***

  Donna Priestly stood at the docking ramp and wondered not for the first time if this was what she really wanted. The Cyborg Empire had recruited females, empathic females as human liaisons on their ships and she was one of the first. The Empire were carrying more and more humans and most Cyborgs, just weren’t equipped to deal with them. Not on a personal level anyway. Unless you were their mate and she wasn’t one of them.

  She’d felt the pull to this job, just not sure why and she was always so very sure. That coupled with the fact that she wasn’t the ‘let’s explore’ type, didn’t explain why she’d applied on impulse and to her shock, got the job!

  It was a little unnerving. She sensed the shadow to her right rather than heard him and looked up at a face she knew. One very handsome face. Cyborg. They were all big and strong, the sex off the charts and way too good looking.

  “You coming female or gonna wave us off?” he taunted. A Cyborg with too many years with too many jocks. Bad habits rubbed off. They were working on that.

  Donna looked back at the ship. “You’re an ass Brok.”

  Grinning, he bent and picked up her kit bag throwing it over his shoulder like it didn’t weight 55lb and stood looking at her.

  “Yep but I’m your ass female for the duration of this trip.” He walked up the ramp calling out over his shoulder. “Don’t make me chase you. I’ve got my orders not to leave your cute ass behind. Get on board we’re leaving.”

  Guess she was going after all ……

  Copyright December 2018

  All Rights Reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal, except for the case of brief quotations in reviews and articles.

  Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental.

  Other Books By the Author

  Always

  (An Historic Native American Indian Romantic saga)

  When the Wind Blows

  (An Historic Native American West Romance)

  Mine

  (A Bataari New World Sci fi Alien Romantic saga Book 1)

  A Hot Blooded Mate

  (A Bataari New World Sci Fi Alien Romantic Saga Book 2)

  Taken

  (A Bataari New World Sci Fi Alien Romantic Saga Book 3)

  Blooded

  (A Vampire Romantic Novel Book 1 House Arturo)

  Bonded

  (A Vampire Romantic Novel Book 2 House Arturo)

  Bate

  (A Vampire Romantic Novel Book 3 House Arturo)

  Broken

  (A Vampire Romantic Novel Book 4 House Arturo)

  Galactic Cyborg Heat Series

  Books 1 - 20.

  The Covenant

  Books 1 – 3

  Prince of the Demon Realm

  Book 1

  Intragalactic Gods Series

  Book 1

  A word from the Author.

  Hello, I'm Jessie and I thank you for buying this book! I know you did not have to.

  There are so many choices out there. It's a wonderful feeling knowing that someone else will enjoy one of my stories. And for me, it's about telling a story that I'd like to read myself.

  I am not caught up in POV or literacy genius. It's simply not me or my style and I will never be that person, so I apologize to all those who are focused on the POV and the genius of literacy. I envy those that are.

  On the days where my pain and meds stop my thinking processes, writing these books have been my lifeline. It reminds me that I still have the ability to rise to the challenge and that I refuse to go quietly into the night.

  But, I'm just like you, someone who wants to bring some passion into my life and hopefully yours. To put a good story out there that's hard to put down, that brings some escapism, sexy fun and pleasure into our reading. We all love a bit of that!

  And, I hope I achieve that for you in this book. I sincerely hope you enjoy it so much that you want to look out for the next in the series. (Coming soon) And if I'm lucky, you will have had such a good time, you'll recommend it to your friends and I thank you kindly.

  My very best wishes to you and yours. Jessie x

  About the Author;

  Jessie, (pseudonym) is married with sadly no children but 3 wonderful dogs that fill her life with much laughter, joy and love. She is a ‘second mother’ to her foster children, now grown with children of their own who call her grandma and her husband’s two children and her nephews who she accepts, she spoils rotten.

  Having been a 30-year career social worker. Now retired due to ill health. And many years of supporting services across all sectors and leading several teams, Jessie has now turned her attention to another love of her life, books.

  In a career that required the ability to write court paperwork, lengthy reports, create protocols and procedures, and having been published in a medical journal for a study on addiction, Jessie is now concentrating on producing stories she would love to read and buy herself. When not busy on her lap top you will find her cooking, reading her favourite authors or swimming in the sun.

  She hopes you can join her on the adventure….

  Get in touch with Jessie for her mailing list ….

  https://www.facebook.com/Jessie-Rose-Case-270737356695855/

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter One

  0103 Prototype Cyborg stood and surveyed the land as far as his optic would allow. The blue hews from the nebular cast its long shadow over the world around him. Mostly land mass, they’d found water where they’d been told it would be and bored into the earth to find it. Luckily for them, vast underground rivers circled the world surfacing in a few watering holes that were best avoided. An untapped resource that kept the arid areas from being deserts. Just. Fed by huge mountain ranges that were continually covered in snow, that should have been an indication from the start that the winters here were harsh. They were.

  Not that he expected to see the unexpected any longer. He’d had all the time he needed to explore this world. If a colonisation had been
on its way, or landed, they’d have been found generations ago. It had been far too long for that to happen now. He knew that. Logic told him it was likely he’d been forgotten, or they’d been lost to time.

  His optic continually displayed his diagnostics. It was a miracle he’d not gone mad. Alone for so long. Or maybe he had. It was difficult to tell any longer without a comparison data match. 0103 Smiled at his own internal conversation. His data told him he was functioning at 87% and no matter what he did, he couldn’t attain perfection. Maybe that was the failing? Or his brain was working overtime to keep his sanity. Who knew for sure?

  For many years he’d tried every option offered to him in his logic, but it had made no difference. He was fit and well, had nourishment, enough to sustain him physically and mentally. He’d been lucky the planet held a bounty of food. Wild berries, plants and roots and over the years, he’d tried them all. Some worked, some didn’t and had to be purged from his system quickly. Wildlife abounded in varying degrees of size, mainly small to medium with two main predators. Was that good? Not if you were caught out by their claws and size for one or their tusks for the other. He couldn’t afford not to be on his guard. They were tenacious and deadly even for a Cyborg. Three predators if you included him. And still, he couldn’t achieve 100%.

  They’d been lucky in many ways with this world. They’d all known the odds. It was just as likely to be hostile and uninhabitable and still, they’d been ordered to launch.

  Their ship was their fortress as it had been created to do. And it worked well. With no capacity to get it off the ground again and only the 77 of them making it, it had not diminished the success of the mission. They’d made it. The odds had not been good and even the Designers weren’t happy they’d been sent off so soon. Not because they were all hearts and flowers. No. They just weren’t finished, and it grated on them.

  The reality of what it had truly cost getting them there, was soon discovered as the ship woke them from stasis in readiness for the landing. They’d found many of their men missing, a few scattered around the ship severely damaged and long dead or in a bad way back in stasis. A catastrophe had occurred during the flight. When he’d at last checked the logs. It was clear they’d been more than one. Causing server damage to the ship and his brothers trying to save them.

  Unable to revive or save them if he did. He’d made the decision to leave them in stasis in the hope the colonists would have the technology to save their lives.

  Others would not revive from stasis at all. Something being wrong with the equipment. And a few died in their stasis beds, the equipment failing altogether. With no time to celebrate how lucky they’d been to survive the journey, they’d got to work. And as they did, more and more problems with his brothers became evident.

  On landing, twelve couldn’t recoup their fitness something had gone wrong with the stasis equipment they’d shared. They’d been put on light duties, but it was soon clear to the rest of them that they were functioning poorly, their own diagnostics informing each Cyborg his system was failing and unable to do a thing about it. Scan’s showed their nano’s working overtime to fix the problems, burning through their systems affecting other organs and at the same time, draining their reserves to do it. Six weeks in and he’d had to put them all back in stasis. That hadn’t been easy to accept. But it was the logical answer. He couldn’t fix the damage and hoped, that once the colonists arrived, they would have the resources to so or they too would be lost with the others.

  So few of them had survive the journey. It didn’t make sense to dismantle the ship to start the colony as it had been created to do. So many Cyborgs in stasis didn’t require there to be social areas, vast accommodations and things to keep them occupied such as training areas. No, they didn’t require anything. They’d lost 53, the ships logs told him on the journey, having been woken over time to fix a failing ship during their journey here. Some had made it back in stasis, others hadn’t and of those that had, some had not survived the rest of the journey. It was a mess. Of the 186 that started the journey to the planet only 77 survived sufficiently to be able to touch soil.

  Having no choice but to put 12 of his brothers back in stasis hadn’t been easy but logical. Finding another 42 of the remaining 65 had been revived with programming and efficiency problems was a huge blow to the mission. The odds on them all surviving any length of time were small. Each one had known that, their systems constantly reminding them of their failings. Logic informed rebuilding the ship was a waste of vital resources. Theirs. It was good enough to remain as a base ship and leave well alone. Anything else they needed they could get outside. Logic ruled and it worked for them.

  0103 Knew just how lucky he’d was to be alive. One by one, he’d had no choice but to put them all back in stasis. The 42 all went back in over the following 27 years. 63.8 Years in, and he’d been all that was left awake. The rest of the prototype Cyborgs, the best of what had been created, faster, bigger, more skilled than humans, with looks that tempted and abilities humans could only dream of, now slept on together. His logic told him that brought him some comfort.

  The thought, they’d come too soon, crept into his mind for the countless time. Well it would have been countless if he wasn’t Cyborg. His data told him exactly how many times he’d thought it. His logic was right. They had come too soon. And this had been the result. Earth Corp had been far too eager to get people out into the universe and stake a claim on other worlds for their wealth. He knew that the percentages on this world being colonised even before they’d arrived had been high. They were in a race with other corporations. Who was to say, they’d be first?

  He’d done the numbers himself before leaving Old Earth. The odds were high that another sentient world could have arrived first or one of Earth Corps competitors. But they’d sent them anyway.

  He knew from studying the logs, the ship had sustained one failure after another once it had left the dock in Old Earth during the length of the journey. It was a miracle that they’d survived at all and that was due to the sacrifices his brothers had made.

  Having seen the reports, he knew just how close they’d came several times to the ship blowing or being completely dead in space. Only the ships survival program, waking those from stasis that had the skills needed for essential repairs had saved the expedition. But it had come at a high price. Too many had sacrificed themselves to save the rest. Bitterness burned his throat remembering it.

  What they’d found on waking was their ship struggling to travel through the orbit of an unknown world. Their Troop commander had given his orders. Hold the ship together to get them on the ground. Landing had been guess work. Ships systems scanning for a suitable landing area within shooting range had eventually put them down. Engines struggling, systems failing, ship shaking and sparking all over the place, the fact that they hadn’t exploded during the ride through the atmosphere had felt like a bit of a miracle.

  Then came the atmosphere checks. Was it still breathable? Were they dead before they’d set foot on the world? No oxygen meant no life. Terraforming equipment stored within the ship, once it was up and functioning would improve air quality around them but slowly. Not enough to create air in time for them. To their relief the results gave atmosphere compatible and gravity lighter than Old Earth. There were many relieved faces on his brothers. Some were struggling with so much unknown. Their shared neuro net was full of it. Compromising the mission. Too much emotion caused damage. Being the ships medic, he’d had no choice but to instructed them to turn off their emotions.

  The scans and samples Earth Corp had taken on their exploratory mission appeared to pan out. The calculated odds on that? Slim.

  That first landing bay deployment opened to a wonderful new world with clear skies, forest vegetation, areas of grasses and woodland and a beautiful hot summer. It had given them plenty of time to map out and survey the land. Take plenty of samples for examination later and allow greater exploration. Computer data on the rotation of the
sun for this world told them it would be a long summer. Longer than they were used to.

  Greed had led them here. If not for the fact that the ship was the spear head of the colonisation and had therefore been given a trial growth programme on board to get the colony started, they might not have survived at all. He was a warrior not a farmer, they all were, but they’d been ordered to start the building blocks of new life on this world in readiness for the colonists. In the middle of unknown space, logic agreed with that order. And told them what they needed to do to survive on this new world. Frozen seeds had been hydrated and planted, animal life had been brought out of stasis and flourished. It would have been enough for all of them to have survived until the colonists arrived and be the start the breeding programmes, providing provisions for all. But, with his men failing and the colonists never arriving, he had an abundance. Much of which went back into storage or put out to feed the animals and some of the locals too.

  It had come as a surprise to find he liked the hard-physical work. With nothing else to do but patrol, train or make something work that didn’t, it made a welcome break in the day. Gave additional focus to his daily routine and he found he could turn his hand to most things. His data told him it was likely he had those skills before being Cyborg from a distant memory or skillset drawn from his DNA. There was no way to know for sure. But he was glad of it.