On the Way to New Isosceles
by Leigh Wood

Summary

It's a long, tough journey on the way to New Isosceles, and the animosity between Rub and JJ gets hotter by the day…

JJ was as hard nosed as they come-and then some. But, hey, the destruction of earth did that to everyone. Humanity fractioned into three groups. Affectionately known as 'the Shitters', the Shipper Brigade manufactures the best space faring vehicles for themselves. Skilled fighters and martial artists Combatants like JJ fight the Shippers for what they can-even though Combatant numbers were severely depleted by the third faction. The Nukes rescued chemical, biological, and nuclear weapons from earth's doom and aren't afraid to use them.

You can imagine JJ's surprise when she meets the Nuke Lieutenant Rub. Their initial meeting didn't rub either the right way. Despite her Nuke anxiety-JJ has to put it all aside. Her Captain and the Nuke Colonel have struck a deal to defeat the Shippers once and for all. The Nukes leave their tiny outpost on a far flung, degrading planet and join the Combatants in taking the lush planet protected by the Shippers.

Excerpt

The clang of high heeled shoes echoed down the corridor, and soon enough, Lieutenant Johnson approached the trio. Rub thought she looked harsh and formal enough in her GI pants and hard pony tail, but this must have been an occasion! Her hair was clean, neat, and slicked back in a twist. She wore her black dress uniform-buttoned perfectly from the collar to her knee grazing hem. Medals adorned her left breast, and her hat remained tucked perfectly under her arm. The lieutenant’s only blights were the cuts across her forehead and a swollen lip courtesy of him-if he did say so himself. He felt some pride in marring her perfect display, even though his nose was swelled, too; a small slight on his otherwise exquisite appearance. “Here we go, finally.” He rolled his eyes more, but glanced back at JJ. She was a woman, after all, and Rub put on his air of cheeky charm. It worked on every other woman, what was so special about her? “Good Morning, Captain, Miguel, and you.” Ouch! She was one tough cookie, but that wouldn’t deter his suave charm. “Call me Rub, JJ.” “It’s Lieutenant Johnson.” He smiled and looked down at the rigid seams of her hose. Where he disliked the cold shoulder he had received from other Combatants, he enjoyed pissing this one off. He probably shouldn’t play the sexual card yet, but she was behaving like a bitch in a man’s world. It was hot.
 

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