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, Na...

[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 which 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 in an armored vehicle. Nadia ...

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 recall...

The year is 2030, and the planet rebuilds in the wake of World War III, the "War on Terror". Frederika von Gotha, Duchess of Saxe-Coburg, a synthetic person, called a Morningstar, serves as a spy for her tiny nation. Being the perfect honeypot helps! She is given a mission, learn about the mysterious Falcanians and the secrets they keep hidden away on their artificial island. Kindle  |  Kobo  |  Nook

Humanity’s future, isn’t human… Nadia Korelia, Falcanian queen, has spent the last three years assembling together her sibling Morningstars. Artificial people, who are in every way stronger, smarter and more beautiful. Can Nadia unite her fellow Morningstars, even as the Falcanians use war, to broker for peace? Kindle  |  Kobo  |  Nook

Sarina Rubik, is madly in love. Her guy Cylus, a broke down, Tank-Class Sentinel, loved her back with his every circuit. Yet Sarina, prone to trouble, walks right into a conspiracy on the Morningstar planet Gear. Why are fembots vanishing? Who is the Shredder? Most of all. What are the green skinned Humanoids that lurch around in Volt's shadows? Kindle  |  Kobo  |  Nook