Trian's Spark

  Trian’s Spark

  by

  T. Cobbin

  Trian’s Spark

  Copyright © 2018, T. Cobbin

  ISBN: 9781944270933

  Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.

  Electronic Publication: April 2018

  Editor: Pamela Tyner

  Cover: Fantasia Frog Designs

  eBooks are not transferable. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations in articles and reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Back Cover Copy

  Can a human female really be an alien’s destined mate?

  Amelia is on holiday, hiking in Scotland, when a weird-shaped dart hits her in the neck. Almost immediately, she loses consciousness. Waking up some time later, she discovers she’s being held captive on an alien spaceship along with twenty other women.

  The Gracian race is nearing extinction. They’ve spent years in space searching for compatible females. Complicating the situation further, not just any female will do—the Gracians are only able to have children with their eternal mate, also known as their spark.

  Trian, a Gracian warrior and the captain of the Gemorph, knows he’s reached that stage in his life where he must find his spark soon or he’ll ‘flare’ and succumb to death. Basically, he’s a ticking time bomb.

  While exploring a new part of space, the Gemorph comes across Earth and finds a Lesh ship cruising nearby. The Lesh are notorious for kidnapping females and selling them off to be slaves. Trian vows that he will protect these females and prevent them from suffering that cruel fate.

  When they rescue the human females, Trian is intrigued by a beautiful woman named Amelia, and he begins to suspect she could in fact be his spark. But she’s not at all happy about her current situation, so he’ll have to proceed cautiously. They’ll have to take things slow, despite the fact he could flare and die at any moment.

  Content Warning: contains strong language, some violence, and lots of hot, steamy sex scenes

  Dedication

  People come and go in one’s life, but not everyone leaves a footprint. I have had a few friends who have left remains of themselves deep in my heart. This one is for you. My pirate friends who accepted me for who I am. You offered both support and love, but most of all, you had me laughing until I cried. There is so much of you in this book. You are not just imprinted in my heart, but on a page now too.

  Acknowledgements

  Pamela Tyner, my publisher, who works tirelessly on her edits, I truly want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything. You have handed me a dream that I have wished for since beginning to write. To Tara, who does the covers. I always look forward to the covers you create. Your work is awesome, you make the artwork come to life. To everyone behind the scenes, many, many thanks too. And of course, I cannot forget my readers. Keep dreaming, it just may come true.

  Author’s Foreword

  Not everyone is as they seem.

  Chapter 1

  Trian groaned, but not from satisfaction as he had hoped. The female sex bot sucking on his cock gave him no satisfaction at all. Frustrated, he pulled the bot’s head up by its fake hair, away from his limp shaft.

  “Is that all, sir?” it asked in a monotone voice.

  “Yes. Go away.” Trian pulled his pants together and sealed them, then turned over, facing the cabin’s wall, growling in irritation.

  If he couldn’t get it up for a bot with medicinal help any longer, he knew he was in trouble. The only thing left that would keep him flaring his energy was either zapping all over the place in quick succession for hours on end, or spending the majority of another day sparring with his comrades. But even then, that would only help for a few days before his energy built to a crescendo. He was the captain of a starship, he didn’t have time to waste another day sparring; he needed to be on the bridge commanding.

  His body, like any other Gracian’s body, was an energy current. Although the males came in different shapes and sizes, they shared several things in common. They all had big muscles, tanned skin, and abs that you could bounce a dragnoid on—or so the women said. Their bodies were well-oiled machines. With the energy that ran throughout their bodies, they didn’t have to do much to stay in shape, not even while they were traveling in space. They were warriors, built for fighting and winning. They trained for long hours to make sure that if trouble came their way, they could protect themselves and any females that were with them.

  The trouble was that Gracian men without mates needed to expel quite a bit of energy on a regular basis. If they didn’t, the results were not pleasant. At first their moods would change, then they would begin to flare their energy intermittently when they were near metallic objects. These flares would gradually grow in size, hitting anything the men passed, including their comrades. Once that happened, the men were placed in a sealed rubber room that they couldn’t zap from. All in all, a prison.

  Many chose to end their lives before that happened. Most men didn’t last more than a few lunar cycles cooped up. Gracian females didn’t have this problem. They were cared for by their mother or father, who supplied them the energy they needed to grow, and when they found their mate, he would take over that role. Sex between mates was the energy burner. When a male Gracian came, he expelled extensive amounts of energy to his female.

  Trian knew his only hope now was to find his eternal mate, his spark. If he didn’t find his mate before his flare became too bad, he’d walk into the airlock and release himself into space.

  “By your command, sir,” the bot said, bringing Trian back to his present situation.

  He heard the whoosh of the door opening as the sex bot left his quarters. But there wasn’t a second whoosh as it closed, and Trian found out why when he heard someone speak.

  “Well, by the looks of the dark energy coming from you, it would seem our sturdy bot didn’t help.”

  Trian groaned. The voice belonged to his friend and second-in-command. He really wasn’t in the mood to be disturbed. “Frinx off, Iryano. Unless it’s incredibly important.”

  “Sir, have you tried—”

  Trian held up a hypospray with a pink liquid in it, interrupting his lifelong friend. “You think I’m stupid?” Trian turned over and threw the stimulant across the room. Satisfaction thrummed through him at hearing it bounce off the wall and smash on the floor. “That didn’t help either. And drop the sir! I’m not that bad yet.”

  He swung his legs over his bunk, placed his feet on the floor, and stared at his second-in-command, who was standing in the doorway. Trian was slightly taller, but Iryano was broader in his shoulders. They had similar colored eyes, but Trian’s were lighter. Trian also had longer hair than his friend did.

  Apparently, Iryano had been standing outside his door when the bot left. Trian gestured for him to enter the room.

  “Another day of sparring then, old friend?” Iryano asked, stepping forward.

  “It doesn’t make me feel better knowing the reason we’re traveling through this endless, dark shit is because we allowed other beings to ravish our women and planet.”

  For the first time in decades, Trian was really getting fed up of seeing only planets and stars. He missed being on his home planet, or any planet for that matter. To feel the grass under his bare feet, to swim in a lake that wasn’t clean, recycled water.

  He sighed heavily. “We’re losing men on a daily basis, Iryano. I’m worried I’m next.” He sighed and ran his hands over his clean-shaven face.

  On their planet, Guaturn, for abo
ut a millennium, more males had been born than females. Eventually, after a lot of discussions by their government, it was decided that some of their men would go into space to search for compatible females. After fifty years of searching, none had been found. Many new ships were built, and more men were ordered to leave the planet to help look. While they were away, a species known as the Gange raided and raped their planet. What few males had been left behind were killed trying to protect the females. The females themselves had died brutal deaths.

  Gange males couldn’t have sex with another species without killing them. However, that didn’t stop them. When the Gange orgasmed, their seed was ejaculated through numerous long, sharp needles along their shafts. Their own females had a chemical in their bodies which helped the male withdraw their needles before pulling out. But when the Gange withdrew from a female not of their species and not releasing this chemical, the needles didn’t retract and caused great damage. There was no known cure for a female who’d been raped by a Gange.

  When some of the Gracians returned home, they found nothing but destruction. Everything was gone, looted, or destroyed. However, a tiny iota of luck gave the men some degree of relief when several groups of females were found safe and well, hidden deep within caves in their mountains. Those women now traveled the stars with the men, and most of them were currently mated. Instead of rebuilding, the planet was abandoned as the men continued to seek out their sparks to keep their existence going.

  “Well, I have some news that might help keep you a little busier. We’ve just entered a new quadrant.” Iryano shoved a chrono screen under Trian’s nose.

  Trian grabbed the screen and fingered through the information. “Nine planets, a hundred and eighty-one moons, several wormholes, and oh… Now that’s fascinating,” he murmured when he caught something of interest by the third planet’s moon.

  Trian glanced at Iryano then imagined where he wanted to stand on the bridge of his ship, and a second later he zapped and stood right where he wanted to be. Iryano appeared a instant after with a knowing smile on his face. Trian handed his second-in-command the chrono screen and sat in the captain’s chair.

  “Gil, bring up the third planet’s moon.”

  With a nod, Trian’s chief astronomy officer proceeded to do as his captain asked. The image of a blue and green planet appeared on the screen. A few gasps were heard before the image changed to the gray, ashen moon. Trian knew his men’s gasps were because of the beauty of the planet below. They had passed many in their travels, but this one seemed to have a beauty of its own. Their own planet had been deep reds and purples from above. Blues and greens had only been seen in the animals.

  But it wasn’t the planet Trian was interested in. He’d seen many such balls of rock in the years he’d been captain of the Gemorph.

  The Gemorph wasn’t the largest ship in the Gracian’s fleet. It had the usual bridge and medical bay, several galleys and mess rooms, and two large sparring areas. With a crew of nearly five hundred men and ten women on board, there were four hundred cabins. The higher-ranked officers and mated crew had a cabin to themselves, where the lower-ranked often shared. The ship did, however, have one of the largest fleet of flyers in their three hangers. Their hold was big enough to house a small ship for every individual on board if needed.

  The Gemorph was one of three Gracian ships that carried fresh water. It even had a pool which Trian used regularly. There was nothing like swimming through the water that would take him back to lazing around in the lake near his home. The only drawback about carrying fresh water was it had to be changed every five years or so due to the recycling. Evaporation was a problem too as over time it depleted the water. Occasionally, when a planet was spotted with a good water supply, Trian would order the ship to lower into the atmosphere while cloaked to empty and refill the tanks. It wasn’t a hardship, just an annoyance.

  “Show me the dark side of the third planet’s moon,” Trian ordered, and an image appeared on the screen.

  “Frinx, is that what I think it is?” Basup, the navigation—and youngest—officer asked.

  “I do believe it is,” Trian answered. “Enlarge. Let’s take a closer look.”He stood up and walked a few steps toward the large chrono screen to get a better look.

  The dark side of the planet’s moon appeared on the screen. To the naked, untrained eye, the space around the moon looked normal. But to Trian and his bridge officers, who had seen this many times before, there was a slight distortion. The stars seemed blurred. As Basup enlarged the image again, Trian could feel his crew’s energies spike, their feelings heading toward anger. That buckle in space was a camouflaged ship. One they had all seen before.

  “Slavers,” Trian said and looked toward Basup, knowing what the young officer was about to ask. “Don’t bother with our cloak. They would have seen us by now. But raise our shields.” He turned back toward the chrono screen. “I’d place bets on that distortion belonging to the Cof. The Kopla brothers’ ship.”

  The trio of brothers, from the planet Lesh, were widely known for procuring female slaves from and for many races around the galaxy. They were a species known for their greed and adorning themselves in their wealth. At one point the Kopla brothers had all looked exactly alike, but over time they had adorned themselves with their riches differently from gold and precious gems in their teeth and skin to make themselves look unique. They were their own walking banks. They exuded an attitude that shouted ‘don’t frinx with me’. Even the most desperate of thieves didn’t think about stealing from them.

  It was said that once, before the destruction of Guaturn, the planet’s government had considered asking the brothers for help. But after learning the way the men obtained their slaves, the idea was thrown out. Trian and his crew had run into the brothers many times, but neither crew had bothered with the other. However, with Trian losing his men and feeling close to being next, he didn’t feel like letting them go today.

  “What do you want to do, Cap?” Iryano asked as if he knew what his friend was thinking.

  Trian inhaled deeply, weighing his options. He turned his attention to the planet. What if the Gracian’s eternal mates were on that blue and green planet and some of them were currently being held captive on the Lesh ship? He looked back toward the distortion. But then, what if he attacked the Lesh ship and no females were aboard? All he would be doing was wasting his and his peoples’ time when it could be used seeking their mates out, or he could end up starting a war between the Gracians and the Lesh.

  But he knew that possible wasted time or potential war didn’t matter when it came to women being taken from their home and made to live their lives as slaves. Not only that, with himself so close to flaring, each woman that was found could be his, and she might be on that Lesh ship. Today he was angry enough to do something about it.

  “What’s their firepower?” He threw the question toward his weapons officer, Fic. It was common practice for the Gemorph to scan each ship they came into contact with.

  “From out last scan several yarn cycles ago, our close-contact weapons match theirs, but our long-range are far more superior. While they’re cloaked there is no way to tell if they have updated or not.” Fic confirmed what Trian already knew, as he went over each scan of every ship when it came in. His memory was long and damn good.

  “Once we’re in range, let’s light up their arses.” Trian could almost feel the mental yay go around the bridge as his men readied for battle.

  Trian watched his officers suddenly seem to pay closer attention. Perhaps they too felt that they were losing too many men and friends.

  “Basup, be ready to follow if they make a run for it. Fic, weapons ready. Stick to long-range until their shields are down. Don’t fire to destroy, only damage. There might already be captives aboard their ship,” Trian barked out. Sitting back down in his chair, he pressed the ship-wide communication button. “Ready yourselves. Incoming attack imminent.”

  Releasing the button, he glan
ced around his bridge. His men were ready.

  “If they move from that spot, we could lose them while they are in cloak. We need to take the cloak down as fast as possible. Being we have no idea where their engine is while it is up, spread our torps in and around that distortion.”

  Trian inhaled deeply as the Gemorph moved closer to the distortion. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked around his bridge and at his men one final time. He sensed his energy spiking to a dangerous level; it felt as if it was bubbling just underneath his skin. In the years they had been traveling, he and his crew had been attacked and defended themselves often. But Trian had never once started a fight. Today was a new day. Something pulled at him, told him this was the right thing to do.

  “Fic,” Trian all but yelled. “Fire.”

  He watched a stream of yellow dots fill the view screen as they flew toward the cloaked ship. Fic fired their torps at and around the distortion as he’d been ordered. Some missed and flew widely off course, while others hit their target. Gradually, Fic fixated where the ship was exactly, and then not one torp missed its target.

  For some reason, the cloaked ship didn’t retaliate. As the umpteenth torp hit their target, the ship’s cloak came down, and the Cof showed itself.

  “Halt firing, but keep our weapons trained on them if they make a move. Remember, we don’t want to destroy them.” Yet, thought Trian.

  Fic followed orders, and the stream of torps being fired halted.

  “Communication coming in, Cap. It’s the Cof,” Basup said.

  Trian again weighed his options quickly. Did he answer? Did he ignore? No. He needed to see what was on that ship as well as pass on a message.

  “Put it on the chrono screen,” Trian replied.