Korjh Benjegt had been waiting over two years when he got the message on his tablet about his match from a Class Four planet called Earth. He had heard of it but he’d only been through that sector on the way to a warfront. He had been fighting Drayids on the far side of the Alliance where they were trying to encroach on another colony. He’d also known of their attack on Earth as they were about to be recognized by the Alliance.
The Drayids were an insectoid race that had no use for humanoids except as a delicacy. There were humanoid worlds within their empire, but each made a specific contribution to the Drayid Empire, or they were strategically located. They only devoured humanoids from worlds they conquered outside their own territory.
After he had been nearly killed and rebuilt into a cyborg, he had begun to think that killing bugs was all that was left for him. Then the Drayids retreated from Alliance space and stopped invading worlds near the border. He could have stayed with the Defense Force, but after twenty years, he was battle weary. He wanted an ordinary life and a family like the one that raised him that the Drayids killed just before he finished his education.
He was always going to be a farmer and go to one of the new colonies to build his own farm. But after the Drayids killed his family, he joined the Defense Force to kill them---to avenge his family. No matter how many he slaughtered, it didn’t lessen the pain, but it saved a lot of other families from being lost. That helped.
In his twenty years as a warrior for the Alliance, he had killed his share of bugs before and after they’d made him a cyborg to save his life. After twenty years, he decided to take his pension and bonuses and buy a farm on some colonial world. He’d thought he wanted to live his life in solitude and forget about being a warrior.
He had brought his horses as embryos from a livestock service based on Narova. They had been imported from Earth a few hundred years before he was born, and genetically enhanced over the years. Then there were the tikas a large ancient reptilian creature with vestigial wings. They ran about fifty pounds and laid their eggs on the ground. They kind of looked like dragons but weren’t particularly intelligent.
Korjh had set up a force field around a dozen or so acres to keep the creatures contained and predators out. The rest of the land was in crops and hay watered from one of two artesian wells on his extensive property.
He hadn’t thought about having a female to keep him company until a few years after he had settled on Modonne and built his farm from the desert. That’s when the families started arriving from overpopulated or war-torn worlds in the inner sectors. Females and children, pregnant women, made him yearn for one of his own. Korjh couldn’t exactly remember how many years it had been since he’d actually fucked a real live woman.
He had still been a warrior on some pleasure station. It had been okay. He’d gotten off with her and got her off as well, but there was no emotional connection. It was a warm body to hold instead of holding his cock in his own hand. So far there were only two kinds of females on Modonne, attached or pleasure workers. The few who had been unattached preferred to steer clear of a former cyborg warrior.
He had cybernetic enhancements and replacement parts, his legs, and his eyes, augmented hearing, computer implant, a metallic skeleton and military grade medical nanites. But his brain was human; he had learned to submerge his emotions as a warrior. He could quickly kill with his bare hands, but those days were gone.
Cybernetically enhanced humanoids were classified by their species of origin, not by their enhancements. The few women he’d tried dating, avoided him as soon as they learned what he really was. Cyborg seemed to be synonymous with killing machine. But he was more than that.
Korjh had human feelings, a human heart. He remembered being a child with parents who loved him. Now that he had given up his warrior ways, he wanted a female and children of his own like the family who raised him.
For about a year before he was released from the military, maybe more, Korjh had felt like he needed to get away someplace where he could be alone and regroup, find some peace in his soul. Modonne sounded like that place to him. Wide open spaces without another settler for miles.
Building his home and his barns had taken most of his time when he first got there. The nurturing tanks for the frozen horse embryos had taken awhile to set up. First, he had to set up the giant windmills and solar collectors to power the sytems of his farm and home.
That was just the start. Korjh worked from sunrise to sunset, losing track of months at a time, building his farm and his underground home. He drilled the artesian wells he needed to water is animals and crops, making his barns and equine nurtury. The nurtury was in the barn that would house his horses. There was a separate barn for tikas hatchery.
With all that work behind him, and robotic machinery doing most of the work, Korjh found he yearned for something more. So, he made an application to the Narovian Interstellar Matchmaking Service. After he made his submission to the matchmaking service, he checked his emails a couple times a day or more.
Day after day month after month passed and no word. By the second year, he was lucky if he checked once a week. When he finally checked while looking up a shipment he was waiting for, he discovered the message from the matchmaking service was over two weeks old.
He read the application before he really looked at her picture. Zara was young, fifteen years younger than he, but that didn’t matter now with the nanites in his bloodstream his aging progress was slowed way down. He was in good shape for a man her age and didn’t look much over twenty-five thanks to his nanites.
After all the waiting, the matchmaking service had found a mate. With his enhancements, it took him only seconds to review the data and assimilate it.
She had said ‘yes’ to the question of accepting a cyborg mate. Then he went back to look at her pictures and her video. Zara wasn’t classically beautiful, but she had beautiful blue eyes, a pretty face with soft looking lips, and thick brown hair that fell almost to her shoulders in a simple straight style. Her figure was just shy of voluptuous, curvy enough to make a man yearn to feel her beneath him.
Even though he didn’t understand the words, he liked the sound of her voice and the hopeful look in her eyes as she seemed to speak directly to him and only him. She was the one he wanted, the one that made his cock stir to life as he thought of the ways he could make her squirm and moan, make her come for him.
All she had to do is accept the next step to allow the matchmaking service to give him direct contact information via the internet on Earth. There wouldn’t be real-time chat, but they could exchange video email.