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