Testing Truth (Cyborg Space Exploration #6) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,66

was required.

They would be heroes to all cyborgs everywhere.

“You want us, the five of us, to confront over five thousand beings—over four thousand of which are cyborgs, warriors manufactured for battle, beings as skilled as you are?” His female sounded less enthused about his plan.

“They’re almost as skilled as I am.” He corrected her.

“And what are we confronting them about?” She ignored his comment. “There haven’t been any emergency distress transmissions from the surface. The beings haven’t shown any aggression to us. They’re merely residing on a planet.”

“They aren’t authorized to be there.” That was a sufficient reason to investigate.

“And we know that…how?” She reached out and placed her hands on his cheeks, forced him to meet her gaze. “Would the C Model ruler, this Ghost warrior, tell you if he authorized their visit?”

Ghost couldn’t do that. “He hasn’t transmitted through a public line in over three solar cycles.” Truth’s lips twisted. “And those transmissions lacked logic.” The C Model was severely damaged. “These Rebel cyborgs could be a danger to the Homeland, Princess.”

“Hmmm…so we don’t know if their presence was approved by the planet’s ruler.” She stroked his skin with her fingertips, her gaze slightly unfocused.

Truth vibrated under her touch. She had that ability to enthrall him, calm him.

“And you believe they might be a danger to your…to our Homeland?” She looked at him for agreement.

“I believe that.” He nodded, liking that she referred to the Homeland as theirs.

“Why do you believe that?” Her tone was soft with curiosity. “You told me your Homeland had millions of your brethren guarding it.” She lowered her hands to his body armor-clad chest. “Could a force of less than six thousand warriors overcome those defenses?”

“That is improbable.” He was forced to admit that.

Logic stated they couldn’t be a threat. The organic part of him, the instincts his female claimed were stronger than his calculations, screamed the Rebels were a danger. He wanted to rush in and defeat them.

If he wanted his female’s endorsement, which he very much did, he needed a reason to take that action. “We should, at the very minimum, land on Mercury Minor, investigate their activities.”

“We could do that.” His princess’ head dipped. “We’ll ask its ruler for permission to land on his planet.”

“Ghost is damaged.” Truth repeated the C Model’s state. “There’s an 84.2569 percent probability he won’t respond.”

Power, representing the Cyborg Council, had also sent a communication to all warriors ordering them not to transmit with Ghost unless Ghost instigated the transmission. Truth might bend the rules but he didn’t outright break them.

And he projected he already had sufficient conflicts with Power to make his lifespan exciting.

“Royaume was invaded.” His princess, the being he loved more than anyone or anything, gazed up at him. “I can’t do that to another planet, Truth.” The sadness reflecting in her eyes pulled at his heart. “And that’s what landing without Ghost’s permission would be—an invasion.”

Fraggin’ hole. His plans to investigate the Rebels’ activities had emotionally damaged his female.

He would do anything to repair her. His gaze flicked to the image of Mercury Minor. He would give up any adventure to banish the unhappiness from her eyes, to see her beautiful smile again.

“We won’t land on the surface.” He pressed his lips against her forehead. “When we return to the Reckless, we’ll contact Captain, relay the results of the lifeform scans to him. He can determine our next steps.”

Transmitting the findings now would convey the information to Captain immediately, but the Rebel cyborgs might have the ability to intercept those communications.

They could flee or take more damaging action.

Truth tightened his hold on his female. He loved chaos, but there were rare situations where caution was required, where fun had to be delayed.

“Thank you.” His princess patted his chest and smiled at him. That reward was better than any adventure he could have undertaken, her admiration, approval, love warming him to his frame. “But we’ll have more than the results of the lifeform scans to relay.”

She turned to face the main viewscreen, that movement grinding her fabric-covered ass against his confined cock, and she tapped her fingertips against the controls.

“We’ll give our Captain this footage also.” She enlarged the image of the planet.

The detail was impressive. Structures, too many of them for three beings, were clearly visible. Rows of vegetation lined perfectly square plots of terrain. The surface appeared fully inhabited.

Truth stared at the main viewscreen. “Your ship has a lifeform scanner that can’t determine types of beings, yet it has the