Vecron Sequence #3: Killer Robot…

The Shotar, comforts his wife following the bloody incident in Numai’s streets.

Eyes glowed, vibrant electric-blue. 

Behind Nadia, the broad frame of a bucket-head, blood-red ThunderStrike battledroid levitated. Off to her side, an arm gently placed on the Queen’s shoulder, a Valküri adjutant, escorted the distraught Nadia to where her husband Sharr Khan, already had been safely secured in an armored vehicle during the thwarted assassination attempt. 

Sharr Khan leaned toward his wife, her eyes beginning to revert to their normal bright blue state as she stepped up into the heavy transport. Ethereal cerulean gown, a bloody, tattered wreck fell off one shoulder. Shredded from the gunfire that she’d, moments earlier, walked into. As for the blood, none of it belonged to Nadia. 

Nadia got in, and her Valküri closed the door. 

The armored vehicle rumbled as it kicked into gear. 

In all the years Sharr Khan knew his wife, never once did she abuse her superhuman Morningstar muscles against that of other sapient beings. If she so desired, Sharr Khan understood, Nadia could hammer a human into an unrecognizable pulp. What she did to that attacker, bare handed, crushing his skull, hardly touched upon her complete potency. 

Nadia, remote, glanced at her bloodstained, gore covered hands. 

“He, murdered my Papa, wanted to kill you…” 

The Shotar grabbed a blanket, placed it around Nadia, who began to shiver, and lower lip tremble. He’d also never seen her lose control before, ever. In her own words, Nadia considered herself a precisely calibrated machine. 

Tears flooded from clear bright blue eyes, down over her cheeks. 

“It — It will be alright.” Sharr tried to reassure. 

“I can’t forget it… What I did…” 

Of course, Nadia’s positronic brain wasn’t like that of an organic mind. It never failed.

Tenderly, Sharr Khan went to take hold of his wife’s hands. 

“No.” Nadia moved her hands underneath the blanket. Her Valküri attempted to clean off as much of the blood and gore as she could, yet the stain and specks of brain matter clung. “Don’t get any of it on you.” She began to cry even more. 

The Shotar embraced his wife, stroked her disheveled auburn tresses as she supported herself on his chest and sobbed. 

“I’m…” Cried Nadia. “A killer Robot…”

Vecron Sequence #2: Sterner Stuff

Nadia Korelia exacts bloody vengeance, upon her Father-Creator’s murderer.


[Numai. May 9, 2019] 

“Allahu Akbar, death to all abominations!”

The Kalashnikov, SR-70 Taigan Pistol was an exquisite gunmetal-gray curve. A radical departure from the gunsmith’s classic AK-47. Semi-automatic, the SR-70 Taigan’s four heavy barrels fired a scatter of bullets, that hit with an explosive concussion.

Sikh soldiers, appointed by Raj Naresh Singh, to escort his Falcanian guests, who visited in order to inspect rebuilding efforts which they helped spearhead of the city that before World War III and its destructive bombardments had been named Mumbai. The Sikh, during the abrupt rumble of gunfire placed themselves between the lone attacker, shoulder to shoulder, beside Falcanian Drakorian Guard, ThunderStrike battledroids, and Valküri.


Nadia pushed past her own bodyguards, both Mecha and Valküri. During the salvo of gunfire, among those struck were her husband, Sharr Khan. Drakorian Guard immediately secured their Shotar inside an armored vehicle. Nadia noticed her Papa, Father-Creator, Dr. Turhan Korelia go down in a second hail of ammunition and realized Turhan lay dead, his stylish shimmery blue Nehru jacket reduced to a spatter of blood and gore. Probably the only thing that saved her husband, Nadia concluded, was that Sharr Khan chose to wear his formal armor.

Ignoring urges from her Valküri, to seek cover and the hulk of battledroids that placed themselves between she and the attacker, Nadia advanced on the enraged Muslim, who apparently wasn’t too keen on the genetically engineered Falcanian presence.

Bullets shredded Nadia’s babydoll sundress, slammed hard against her bulletproof body, leaving Nadia practically naked. She moved forward, unbound. Lissome tan synthetic gynoid chassis, turned impenetrable. Heads-up display zeroed-in on the assailant. Almond eyes glistened, bright-blue incandescence.

Wrenching the gun away, Nadia crumbled it and threw the broken SR-70 Taigan Pistol aside. For a moment, she considered the confused assassin. Evidently dumbfounded to discover Nadia to be more than flesh and blood. That’s because, Nadia had been manufactured of sterner stuff. Her embryo hammered from raidun90. A material comprised of no scant quantity of moissanite – Silicon carbide — Machine, given flesh.

The market street turned suddenly noiseless.

Nadia grabbed hold of Turhan’s murderer by his face, forced him onto his knees. Though he tried to fight back, her superhuman strength could not be matched by no less than that of her Morningstar brothers, or sisters. Lost to overwhelming grief, Nadia’s next movements were reflexive. Crush! The slightest pressure of her delicate, precision fingers and the assassin’s skull cracked. Killing him in one agonizing, bloody instant.


FROM: A Stream of Stars… : Starcracker 

Vecron Sequence #3: Killer Robot

Vecron Sequence #1: Unicorn Star

Sharr Khan, and his wife enjoy a private carnal moment during an official event.



Sharr Khan drank his tea, its smoky bite and citrus tang stimulated his taste buds. The Shotar considered, he’d need to commission more of this succulent blend. Gathered for a casual brunch before going off to inspect Numai, the Shotar sat beside Raj Naresh Singh, inside the Kuras mansion’s comfortably furnished lounge. Sharr Khan took notice of Damianus Vorskrai, and followed the Guilthari lord’s lustful gaze.




Ear tips peeked out from beneath twists and ringlets of her elaborately arranged auburn hair, which hung suggestive, over bare shoulders and back. Nadia Korelia’s magnetic presence commanded the room. Scandalously short, flirty, blue babydoll Summer dress clung to her every contour. Nadia’s bountiful breasts heaved at each regular breath, seemed as though they just might pop out. Knee-high, chunky black claw-boots, made the ensemble, combat chic. Nadia couldn’t help but ooze sex appeal, she’d been manufactured that way.


Oh yes, Sharr Khan recalled earlier in the morning, Dr. Ambika Sen, Nadia’s Mother-Creator hadn’t been pleased by her daughter’s wardrobe selection. The flirtatious Summer dress was in Dr. Sen’s mind, improper apparel for an official function.

The Shotar put down his mug, and excused himself.

“I agree.” Said Nadia, to Naresh Singh’s technological adviser. Brains and beauty. “The scientific method is the bedrock of authentic advancement. So much the pity, that in the last century and up to our current time, ‘scientists’ favored ideological agendas, when they could have instead offered pragmatic solutions to real problems, rather than pursue unsupported ecological Doomsday scenarios. Which, more often than not were proven wrong by uncorrupted data.”

Nadia turned, plated tail swished, hem rode upward, revealed a hint of white, lace panties.

“I need you.” Sharr Khan said, took his wife’s elbow, and abruptly escorted Nadia away from her discussion. Good thing for Naresh Singh’s technological adviser, as Nadia was about to share her thoughts on Darwinism.

Outlined by dusky kajal, luminance blue eyes peered teasing toward her husband, who’d removed she and himself from the lounge proper, off into a side sitting room, really, almost a closet. The bindi, a three point star and diamond, glistened between her eyes, as she grinned. Nadia called it, her ‘Unicorn Star’. An embellishment, reserved for posh occasions, which at the moment, tremendously added to her naughty coquette look.

Nadia giggled.

The Shotar backed his wife against a wall, which induced her to let out a breathless sigh. “Are you aware,” asked Sharr Khan. “Damianus Vorskrai was overtly leering at you?”

“Jealous?” Nadia quipped and felt his fingers creep up under her abbreviated hemline.

“No.” Sharr Khan pushed his mouth onto her lush pink lips. “You’re mine.”

Under her dress, the Shotar moved his thumbs, found the elastic of her white panties, clutched her rump as she lifted a claw-booted leg to wrap around his armored body. “You’re going to bang me, here in the closet?”

“That’s the idea…” Sharr Khan trailed off.

Luckily, his formal Jodtok armored vest wasn’t overly complicated to unlatch. Nadia busied herself with the zip of his jodhpurs and gripped Sharr’s hardened, pulsing phallus, guided it upward, to meet where her underwear had been moved aside. He slid into her.

Following an exquisite climax, which in all probability, those gathered out in the lounge got an earful of, Sharr Khan let go his wife, who reached for a Kleenex, in order to clean herself up as best as she could. Nadia straightened her panties and Summer dress and exited.

“Your Grace.” Said a Valküri upon eying Nadia. “Dr. Korelia, is looking for you.”

“Thank you, Rekha.”

Vecron Sequence #2: Sterner Stuff

To Aldebaran…

A Gunstar, relishes her ability to traverse the cosmos, and takes pleasure in her planetfall.


Warping-out to normal space, the Gunstar orgasmed.


Forward-swept wings, tipped by lethal pulse cannons, extended from a flat angular fuselage. Four tail-wings were orientated at right angles in order to achieve atmospheric stability. Silver-blue hull plates deflected sensors, also displaced various sorts of weaponry. Reflective golden canopy glinted, awash in Aldebaran’s bright rays. The Gunstar’s red nosecone veered toward the second planet. Yet, no pilot could be seen helming her advanced instrumentation.


Light from the legendary orange giant, Aldebaran washed over the Gunstar. The sensation tickled her, and she gently sighed. Telecommunications from the inhabited planet, officially labeled Aldebaran II — Known locally as Kurgardstan, registered on her scanners. But the Gunstar wasn’t in any hurry to land. Humans had no idea, and most Morningstars, or even Falcanians themselves, only just on the cusp of perceiving the resplendence that existed beyond their limited awareness could properly appreciate what it felt to ride the stellar winds. The Gunstar, in her numerous journeys had seen Gamma Rays, tasted dark matter, and heard X-rays.
The Gunstar glorified in being a machine.

A whisper of gravity pulled her closer.
Aldebaran II’s atmosphere became flame on her ceramic alloy skin. But it did not burn. The Gunstar felt a thrill as she navigated a guided drop. The violet hued planet raced upward. Breaking-thrusters discharged. Almost hitting hard deck, she banked, and swooped to face a walled city — Tantalon. There she lingered, above tarmac lined with lights.

The Gunstar’s configuration changed. Ornithological correctly described her Mecha body. Sort of, humanoid-bird. Nosecone became powerful legs and talons. Recurved wings rested on her back. Even a pointed tail stub could be seen at the join of her plated, shapely bottom. Given the rather generous proportion of her curved chest plates, there’d be no doubt, this Gunstar was intended to be all female. Bright-blue almond eyes dominated the Gunstar’s elliptical head, crested by crimson plumage. Coppery wires dipped mid back. A bump for a button nose and a pleasant slit served for mouth, on an uncomplicated, yet graceful face.

The Mecha strode toward the city. Each step, she assumed characteristics and dimensions of a gorgeous, voluptuous, halo-winged woman. Plated pincer-tail flexed proud, like that of a cat’s. The Gunstar acquired skin, hair, and other humanoid features. Auburn curls marred by a white streak flowed ethereally in Aldebaran II’s warm evening breeze. Enhanced blue-eyes pierced darkness of night. Elvish ears tuned into the city ruckus. Anyone who might have been watching for a moment, probably might have believed her nude. Yet only for a second. A sleek cerulean one-piece, that looked as though it were painted on soon, clothed her form, completed by stylish, yet functional claw-boots. The Falcanian woman, both a Mecha and Gunstar, entered Tantalon City.

Radiun90 (Or, The Android Bat)

Doctors Turhan Korelia and Ambika Sen muse about Raidun90, and their creation of Morningstars.


Blood I will mass and cause bones to be.

I will establish a savage, `man’ shall be his name.

truly, savage-man I will create.

He shall be charged with the service of the gods

That they might be at ease!

— Marduk, Enuma Elish, The Sumerian Epic of Creation


 February 1, 1984 West Bengal, India] 

“Why albino?”

“Because I could.”

“And the bright blue eyes, are those because you could do it as well?”

“Of course,” he laughed. “And besides, I like blue.” Dr. Turhan Korelia kissed his wife, who stood beside him in their basement laboratory. On the table rested a big brass cage, where the bat hung, stark white, large, with startlingly blue eyes. The chiroptera looked as if it might be wayward fauna transplanted from another planet. Indeed, given what they were proposing to do with the new material, this synthetic bat deserved a species classification all of its own. “I wanted to see how malleable Radiun90 could be. Turns out, it’s very pliant. The bat… I mean, ‘Garuda’, fitting name,” he smiled. “Had unlimited potential, could become whatever I wished for it to resemble. Were I to have let my imagination truly get away from me, it might have turned out quite exotic.”


“Radiun…” Dr. Ambika Sen proclaimed exasperated. “Radiun! Of all the designations, why that?” She railed, clearly not pleased with his selection of label for the new material. “Why not just call it the Frankenstein Element, and be bloody done with it?”

Turhan couldn’t stop himself, he began to laugh.

“It’s not funny,” Ambika pushed him. “To call this marvelous material, after that hideous Robot in that book of yours. The one who slaughtered humanity, of all things.” Despite knowing better, Dr. Ambika Sen could be somewhat superstitious. “Least you could have chosen Primus, the book’s new Adam – More appropriate, considering what the stuff can do.” She rested on her husband’s shoulder. “Oh Turhan, I’m frightened. Do we have a right to do this?”

Dr. Korelia gave his wife a comforting kiss. “I don’t care if a Jinn, or an Angel breathed such knowledge into my ear. Or for that sake, if it were no more than, dumb, random fortune that revealed it to me. Radiun90 will let us have a child, and that’s all I care about.” Ambika’s sterility troubled them both. Turhan knew his wife thought of herself as less womanly for being so plagued. This hard reality drove Dr. Korelia in his effort to try and build a functional artificial womb. Little did he guess that along the way, while trying to come up with just the right environment for the womb’s membrane, he’d invent, what for all intentions was synthetic DNA. A material that could not only let them gestate a baby, but also make that child, the prototype for a new humanity. A transition from genetic engineering, into biorobotics. Actually the discovery surpassed even that. Raidun90 was like nothing ever before seen on Earth “Look around my wife,” he gestured at various petri dishes, test tubes, and scraps of mixed together biological matter which preceded his discovery, when they’d been working only in conventional genetic manipulation. “All these attempts, failure. Malformed, horrid things.” He sighed. “I don’t think we’re meant to do it that way.” He nodded at the replicated bat. “Whereas Garuda there, she is a work of art. More than perfect.”

“Yes, but will she…” Ambika bit her lip. “Will our child even be human? I mean, she won’t have any biological connection to existing branches of animal life on this planet.” That remained a somewhat abstract, yet unsettling idea to her nonetheless. Though, a logical conclusion from out of that same thought bothered Dr. Sen slightly more. “Even us –”

“The Radiun90 can mimic DNA molecules, not exactly splicing helix strands together, Our conjoined blood will suffice as a template to work from.” As if seeing her fears, Turhan added. “And don’t worry, I’ll show you how to use the Hammer, and Forge, so you can help me manipulate the program that we shall inject into the raw clay.” One of the other things Turhan Korelia learned, he needed a new set of tools in order to interface, in a very hands on manner, and bring Radiun90 to its fullest potentiality. And so he fashioned the Hammer, and Forge, which permitted him to program, map out personality traits, physical progressions right through into adulthood on an IRAD Circuit. Which is why working with Radiun90 was much more akin to construction, then any sort of gene splicing. You could foresee your end product, and therefore tweak it before you engaged inception. “She won’t be the result of a monastic conception,” technology into empyrean artistry. “We’ll both model the clay.”

“But,” Ambika repeated. “Will she be human?”

“What does it mean to be human?” Turhan asked philosophically. “She’ll bleed, breath, eat, love, and likely despair, just as we all do. Biologically, unless someone knew what to look for, they’d never think her anything other but human.” He reminded. “As long as they don’t look too closely under the chassis of course… If we’re going to do this, we might as well upgrade the plumbing.” A flash of fatherly insight. “We should account for flaws.” Scientifically minded he said. “No system can be perfect, so they’ll creep in.” And paternalistic. “She’s prone to stand out from other children, we may even need to be a little more… Strict in her upbringing. Others possibly could not value our little hope for her singularity.”

Ambika mischievously shoved her husband. “You’re an old softy, and you know it.” Her mood brightened. “I’m afraid I’ll have to be the stern mother, always reminding our genius daughter not to show off.”

Korelia let out a mirthful laugh. “Just was thinking,” Turhan could hardly contain himself. “The moment when we have to explain to our future son-in-law, that his gorgeous girlfriend, isn’t exactly, well, technically, a part of the human race.”

“Ah, so you’ll think she’ll be able to reproduce?”

“Of course, provided we put all the pieces, molecular, or otherwise where they belong. I don’t see why not.”

“About that would be son-in-law.” Ambika said severely. “If he’s worthy of her, what she is won’t make a least bit of difference to him.”

“Yes,” Turhan laughed. “Precisely my point.”

“What are we going to call them?”

“Them?” Turhan cocked a bushy brow.

“This synthetic human which we’re inventing.”

Turhan stroked his beard, thought. “Since you don’t care for my designations, you choose a term.”

An accumulation of books caught Dr. Ambika Sen’s eye. One small volume, which lay tattered atop of the badly heaped stacks of novels, and reference materials, gave her an idea. “Morningstars.”

That made Turhan perk up. “Oh, so you’re being Promethean.”

“And why not?” It had actually been Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein which had sparked this notion for Dr. Ambika Sen, her favorite novel. Morningstars, light stolen from the heavens. “Prometheus fashioned man from clay, and brought fire from the gods in order to empower mankind in his advancement. That is literally what we’re doing here.”

Sharr and Nadia – SEX!

Sharr Khan, deflowers his girlfriend, completely unaware she is more than human.



                                               
Sharr pumped out and in of his girlfriend’s moist pussy. Groaned as he released an explosion of warm sticky ejaculate. Nadia writhed on the mattress: Moaned, breasts wobbled, auburn hair in disarray all over the pillows, lower half of her body lifted upward while she supported herself on elbows, palms flat on the bed. A posture that exposed her derriere and pussy, and afforded him ready entrance into her waiting slit.


Sharr held onto her legs and jackhammered. To his tremendous pleasure, Nadia proved to be very bendable, quite flexible, not to mention, particularly strong, able to maintain the awkward position with little effort, which let him deploy his complete focus to his thrusts. Pleased by the pop he heard as her pussy let go of his cock, Sharr pulled out, but kept his hold on Nadia’s legs. This posture held her slit still upward and open. He gazed into her bright blue eyes, where he noticed a post-copulation afterglow. Tightened in a fist, Sharr still clutched Nadia’s flimsy lace blue panties which he’d torn off along with the rest of her clothes.

It took place all of a sudden. Nadia goaded him, in an unconcealed effort to bring Sharr out of one of his brooding, introverted moods. Next thing he knew, amid the bickering, Sharr began to rip off her clothes. First her top, which Sharr was sure he’d popped off all the buttons on. Next, Nadia’s sheath of a black pencil skirt, the matching blue bra followed, Nadia helped push that off and then he lifted her onto his mattress.

Blood, far more than he thought there probably should have been puddled on the Egyptian cotton sheets and blotched her genitalia as well as his own. Little did he know, Nadia wasn’t human and this gush of blood proved normal for a virginal Morningstar female. He hadn’t used a condom. This hadn’t been planned. At least, not by him. Sharr, had he known would not have been so… Aggressive, even animal like about it. This should have been a gentle experience.“You’re a virgin.”

“Well,” Nadia said in a mellow sigh with a barely restrained sideways grin. “I was.” She giggled. “Not anymore.” Deep sigh. “Thanks for that.”

Collapsing beside her on the pillows, Nadia lovingly nuzzled Sharr. “We should have been more…” He stumbled, suddenly not sure what to make of what just occurred. For starters, they should have gone away for the weekend. Why didn’t she tell him she was a virgin? He really should have known that. Feeling slightly abashed he said. “I wanted our first time…” He corrected himself. “Your first time should have been more romantic.”

“I think its sweet you think that, but not necessary.” Nadia licked her lips. She had intentionally prodded out his inner dragon. Though of course she understood why he maintained a rigid, almost aloof control of his emotions, but none of that was required with her. Sooner or later, her boyfriend needed to accept that fact. She was his, body and soul. “Nothing took place that I didn’t want to have happen.” Nadia rolled atop of him, let her generous breasts hang in his face, budded nipples brushed on his cheek. “You were treating me like — Like a glass doll.” Smiled. Thought: If he only knew, I’m built from moissanite! “See, you can’t break me.” Happily kissed him. “I’m yours. I wanted you, and I wanted you unhindered.”