Wednesday, December 7, 2016

WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command




             Piras jerked in surprise as he looked at Lokmi. Kila felt a flash of amusement to realize he’d been right that the admiral had not noticed the Imdiko. With anger focusing his attention on Kila, Lokmi could have been standing there in a woman’s full-length gown and Piras wouldn’t have seen him.
              The Dramok looked the chief over. Some of the wrath eased from his demeanor as he did so. For a moment, a look of recognition crossed his face, then it was replaced by momentary confusion. At last he settled on the bland, if slightly irritable, expression of a commanding officer on duty. In a reasonable tone, he said, “Chief Lokmi, isn’t it?”
              “Yes, Admiral.”
              Surprise jarred Kila. Piras knew his newest officer’s name? He remembered talking about the engineer to the admiral but couldn’t remember if he’d identified him.
              At least Piras’s temper calmed as he continued to gaze at Lokmi. “So. The captain did not take kindly to your upgrades? Did he react as your report said he might?”
              It was Kila’s turn to be angry. He snarled at Lokmi, his fangs unfolding from his palate. “You reported me? Before we even had the opportunity to discuss this?”
              For once, the Imdiko didn’t look so sure of himself. Though he remained still, Kila got the feeling he wanted to cringe. His tone was the weakest Kila had ever heard him speak. “In all honesty, I anticipated you would throw me off the ship. I was putting my facts in place to keep that from happening. I most humbly beg your pardon, Captain. I was wrong to inform Fleet Command of my concerns.”
              Kila had a delicious vision of tearing Lokmi’s throat out. Ripping it out with his fangs and watching the man’s arteries spurt blood all over the place. He shook with the desire to do just that.
              Piras snorted. Kila looked at him to see the Dramok shaking his head. His expression was a curious mix of fury and amusement.
              He told Lokmi, “You’re the dual breed, right? Imdiko and Dramok?”
              “Yes, Admiral.”
              “Do you make it a habit to go over your immediate superior’s head in order to bully your way around? Don’t answer that. I’ve seen your record and I know you do. Among other unsavory actions designed to intimidate.”
              Lokmi’s jaw dropped. “Hey, Captain Kila has a reputation with chief engineers. He’s known for ignoring them, for disciplining them simply for doing their job.”
              “And you’re known for being too aggressive against commanding officers. For instigating trouble instead of working with them.” Piras shook his head. “Did no one teach you how to properly demonstrate your Dramok side? Because tyranny and leadership are two very different things.”
              Lokmi stared at him. “I – I just get tired of everyone thinking they can run over me because of my official Imdiko status.” He scowled at Piras. “You have a reputation of your own, Admiral. With respect.”
              Piras arched a brow at him. “Somehow, I don’t think you’ve learned to respect anyone. You’re too busy fighting for it yourself. Or what you think equates as respect, which seems to be the idea that everyone should do what you say, no questions asked.”
              “That’s not true.” Lokmi’s expression was hectic with anger and confusion. “People make assumptions. They don’t give me a chance. I have to be aggressive just so they’ll listen.”
              “You’re not being just aggressive. You’re being an asshole. But seeing as who your current captain is, I can’t entirely blame you in this instance.”
              Kila clenched his fists. “He had orders to consult with me before making any further alterations to the engines. I’m far from being in the wrong here.”
              “Like hell you are,” Lokmi yelled. “The moment you knew I was on board, you came charging into engineering, demanding I touch nothing. That I don’t do my job as chief engineer, which is all I’m trying to do.”
              Kila snarled, but he recognized there was some truth to the Imdiko’s assertions. Damn it, this was his ship, however. His engines. “You have still been insubordinate. I will have your hide for that.”
              Piras looked from Lokmi to Kila and back. He barked a harsh laugh. “Wonderful. Just wonderful. I’m pissed off at the captain, and you two are pissed off at each other. Everyone wants to tear everyone else’s head off before the mission is even started. This is the crew that is to beat the Basma? Mother of All, we haven’t got a chance.”

Releasing December 16

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command



   
           Kila’s announce went off, interrupting his conversation with himself. He bared his teeth at the closed door before answering in a polite tone. “Identify.”
              “It’s Chief Engineer Lokmi, Captain.”
              Kila rolled his eyes at the ceiling. Ancestors help me. Speaking of Imdikos with control issues. “Enter.”
              Lokmi stepped in, coming right to the opposite side of Kila’s desk before bowing. He looked shipshape, his uniform without a wrinkle, his hair tied back in neat braid. He was a pain in the ass, but he always looked good. Tasty, even. Kila wondered what he looked like naked.
              The Nobek realized he was still aroused from thinking about Piras, and it was feeding into salacious thoughts about a man he’d only fuck as a punishment. Fortunately, his desk hid the evidence from Lokmi. In a gruff tone, he asked, “What do you want, Chief?”
              He granted Kila a polite smile. “Greetings, Captain. May I inquire as to your mood this afternoon?”
              “Shitty. You couldn’t have picked a worse time to irritate me.” That the man had shown up and acted so pleasant told Kila he was about to do just that. Lokmi looked like he was in far too good a mood to make things better for his captain.
              “Just my luck to catch you in a temper.” The exaggerated sigh only underscored Lokmi’s good humor.
              Kila rubbed his forehead. “What do you want to do to my engines now, you merciless bastard?”
              “It’s not what I want to do with my engines. It’s what I’ve already done.”
              Kila jumped up and glared. “Son of a bitch! I told you we’d have it out if you played around without my permission.”
              Lokmi, damn his sorry hide, didn’t flinch. “Yes, Captain. You did tell me that. I ignored you with good reason.”
              Kila seethed. “There is no good reason. None. You will be disciplined this time. So tell me why I’m about to pound you into next week?”
              “I stole another second of your precious boost. You still have five seconds’ worth that I swear on my mother’s name I will not touch.”
              “Asshole.”
              “Yes, Captain. I’ve never claimed otherwise.”
              Kila was already planning how to best dish out the pain his chief engineer had coming. Yet he was curious to know what Lokmi had been up to. “What does this second of lost speed get me?”
              “Traction repel.” The Imdiko was damned near gloating with pleasure. “You remember how I pointed out that the shielding suffers during your speed burst? That hunter-killers could conceivably grab hold of the ship in a traction field? Now they can’t. I thought there was no way around the problem, but I found it. An exterior anti-grav pulse, tied directly into the boost!”
              Kila was impressed with Lokmi’s elegant solution, but he didn’t want to admit it. He was at the point where he wanted to beat on someone. He needed a release for the pent-up frustration brought on by Piras’s baggage and Lokmi’s insistence on fucking around with his engines.
              He growled, “There was damned little chance Bi’isils would be able to react fast enough to snag us with a traction field.”
              “Little chance is still a chance. I’ve eradicated that.” Lokmi refused to be deterred from the delight of his accomplishment. He damned near glowed with joy.
              “Fine. Keep it. But I still owe you discipline for doing it without my blessing.”
              The Imdiko shrugged. “Shall I stand stoic and take it, or would you like me to fight back?”
              Kila eyed the insolent Lokmi. Damn, he’d like to knock him down. Beat him to the ground and then pound him in a different fashion. Already his cocks grew heavy at the idea of fighting and fucking.
              He flashed his blood-freezing, ferocious grin. “Let’s see what you’ve got, dual-breed. Any training besides basic combat? Your file mentioned martial arts.”
              Lokmi looked delighted, the crazy bastard. “I’m an odikan. Master level.”
              “I’ve never faced someone using that discipline before. It uses your opponent’s weaknesses against him, right?”
              “That’s part of it. It demands calm and control, which is why most Nobeks aren’t familiar with the practice.”
              Kila was intrigued. What mistakes in his fighting style would Lokmi find to exploit? “I look forward to seeing how effective odikan is against a pissed-off Nobek captain. Prepare yourself, Chief.”
              Lokmi nodded. His grin was replaced by serene concentration as he bladed his body and crouched. He kept his face towards Kila as the captain came around the desk, watching him carefully.
              Kila took his time, eyeing Lokmi’s stance, the watchfulness of his gaze, the ease of his movements as they circled each other. Since Lokmi’s fighting style relied on reacting to an opponent, it would be up to the Nobek to make the first move. Already that put Kila at a disadvantage. Lokmi wouldn’t give up any of his limitations until after the combat began.
              So be it. He had measured his foe as best he could. It was time to see if he could beat him.
              Just as Kila was about to lunge at Lokmi, the door announce went off. Kila bared his teeth and shouted, “I’m busy, damn it all. Fuck off!”
              A cold voice entered the room. “I think you’d better rephrase your welcome, Captain Kila.”
              The Nobek froze to hear the clipped tone. Lokmi went still as well, catching the Kila’s mood. He whispered, “Who is it, Captain?”
              Kila straightened from his fight crouch and whispered back, “Bloody damned Rear Admiral Piras.” He thought of adding, the man I screwed the living hell out of last night. The man I pissed the fuck off this morning to the point where he wanted to kill me.

Releasing December 16

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Command




              Kila scowled. He’d looked forward to beating someone up. And then fucking that someone. He still had cause since Lokmi had gone against orders before explaining why he was doing so, but anyone with half a brain would know it was a shitty reason. Lokmi’s changes were far better than what had been in place. Changes Kila had made. Yep, tearing the Imdiko apart would look too much like jealousy under the circumstances.
              The chief engineer must have sensed his victory, because he pressed on. “You’ve got six seconds of crazy speed, more than what you needed against the situation you encountered seven months ago against that Bi’is hunter-killer.”
              “You’ve ruined my excitement to turn a crappy night around. You know that? I really needed to kick someone’s ass.”
              “Your night would have gotten worse had I beat the hell out of you.”
              Kila burst into laughter. “What a class-A fuck-over this is. I’m stuck with an Imdiko who talks like a Dramok, and a Dramok who won’t behave like one. But why not? We’re at war with a group threatening to destroy the Empire if we don’t let them destroy the Empire! Why should anything make sense?”
              Lokmi watched him, tension bleeding from him as Kila continued to guffaw. He looked confused, but he offered his captain a patient smile. “Am I to assume you approve of my changes to our precious engines then?”
              Kila shook his head and fell back onto his chair, the last of the laughter dying off. “Fine, Chief. Next time you decide to defy me, at least do me the kindness of explaining it beforehand. That way I’m not disappointed over not getting to wear your ass out.” He looked the engineer up and down without bothering to disguise his appreciation. Lokmi did have a most delightful physique. That made two missed opportunities in one night.
              Damn.
              It looked like yet another date with his hand was in order. Kila sighed and waved the other man away. “Dismissed.”
              Lokmi bowed and headed toward the door. Just before stepping out, he turned and grinned at Kila. “So it wasn’t just a fight I missed out on? Damn, Captain. I might have waited to tell you the truth had I known how the discipline would have ended up.” He left with a wink and blatant leer.
              Kila snickered again. He told the door that had closed behind the Imdiko, “You tempting bastard. Do me the favor of ignoring my orders. I’ll show you exactly what you missed until you scream for mercy. Then I’ll throw your smug hide off my ship.” 

Releasing December 16.