PROLOGUE

EVATI IX – MOON 4 – KAALAKIOTA CORPORATION WAREHOUSE

“What was it about this man?” she thought to herself, as she stood on the bridge of her Jaguar. “Bridge” was a subjective term, as the typical assault frigate class ship manned a crew of 5 – 8. The particular design of this ship was very cramped, but she and her team had grown accustomed to the working conditions.

She stood beside her pod, her hand gently gliding down it’s sleek surface, her weight shifted to one long leg, as she inhaled deeply, feeling the flutter of her heart. “Dammit, Mynx, get a hold of yourself,” she muttered quietly into the stillness.

Mynxee was all woman. Over six feet tall, athletic, firm in all the right places; soft in all the right places. She had piercing grey eyes which contrasted her intensely red, flowing hair. She was the CEO of a successful pirating guild, the Hellcats, and was as ambitious as they came. She devoured men for breakfast, snacking on their hearts for lunch while savouring their souls in the evening over a nice glass of wine. She was not one to be trifled with; and most men that knew her were quick to learn that valuable life lesson.

She sighed again, trying to regulate her breathing without much luck. She felt like a damned schoolgirl. She felt like kicking her own ass because of it. And it was all because of one man, the man in her eyes, Roc Wieler.

She had met him by chance only briefly a few months prior, as he was bombarded by the paparazzi, the result of an advertising campaign promoting the “heroes” of the war. Mynxee was an accomplished pirate; she had no use for heroes, her life was one of making her own rules. But when she saw him, something deep within her stirred, and against the better judgement of her conscience, she had joined the crowd, acquired an autographed picture of the “Colonel”, which she had framed and still had on the wall of her office. She also knew from that brief encounter that she wasn’t the only one who felt something between them; she could read it in his body language. He desired her. All men desired her, but his attraction was different. She could feel it. He wanted to consume her, and she wanted to be consumed.

She rested her face against the palm of her hand, shaking her head, and laughed. What the hell was she going to do? She couldn’t even concentrate on getting flight prepped, and her crew would be arriving momentarily.

“Aura, startup the pod initiation sequence, command authorization delta-bravo-niner-niner,” she said, willing herself to focus on the task at hand. The pod access hatch hissed, releasing its seal, then slowly opened, tentacle-like cables reaching outwards as if alive and self aware. She effortlessly slipped out of her form fitting jumpsuit, and squeezed into the warm fluid of the pod, submissively surrendering herself to the probing tentacles. Becoming one with her ship was always an arousing and stimulating experience, always leaving her with a smile on her face.

After several minutes had passed, her crew began assembling on deck. She was nearly finished her startup checks when the comm buzzed. It was their scout at the Anher gate; there was an inbound contact. She furrowed her brow for a moment. Why would he be contacting her about this? She wasn’t fleet command. She studied the ship data being transmitted, her eyes growing wider with every passing second. It was a Jaguar class Assault Frigate, designation “Ripsack”, with a frigate class Republic Fleet Firetail in tow, designation “Renegade”. She had known he would be coming, or at least she had hoped he would be, but the man sure did know how to pleasantly surprise a girl. She almost squealed in delight, then rolled her eyes at herself at the thought of it. 

Colonel Roc Wieler had come to Evati, and he would be hers if it was the last thing she ever did.