Space Raiders of Bokkau

By Simona Niles

A GAY SCI-FI ARRANGED MARRIAGE: IN SPACE. Captain Zane Brant is in deep trouble for rearranging the face of a fellow raider captain. As punishment, Bokkau's leaders assign an inside man to his crew, with a very convincing cover story (that they're married). Complicating things further is the fact that Brant's shifty new husband, Jonah Stark, knows a lot more than he's telling about their secret mission. With space station Bokkau in open rebellion against the interplanetary Imperial Alliance, their own survival as well as Bokkau's future depend on how successfully they can navigate the dangers of space… and each other.

 

"Space Raiders of Bokkau" is 20,000 words of science fiction adventure romance, hot supporting lesbians, gross pet names, thigh holsters and steamy endings with your unexpectedly singular soulmate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simona Niles
• Release date: Apr 16, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224250790

Simona Niles

Purveyor of the sexy and ridiculous, Simona Niles has been writing gay romance for longer than she would care to admit. She currently lives in the Bay Area with her ridiculously talented hot wife and their beautiful neurotic cat daughter.

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Chapter 1

Space was a voracious maw set to devour you for the spec of floating debris that you were.  It was merciless and cold, an ever-expanding horror devoid of a creator.  And if Zane Brant’s punishment for his transgressions was to be expelled into that void once and for all, well, he would face it the same way he’d faced everything else in his life:  with all-consuming rage.  He would go out into that devouring maw like a comet, burning with insatiable indignation.

Brant measured each step towards the council chambers with wrathful resolve.  For nearly a decade now he had captained his battleship for Bokkau.  He had hunted and killed for Bokkau, that chunk of metal, that space station that the Imperial Alliance had declared hostis humani generis. He had fought in the hopes of making Bokkau a better place, a place where people could be free of the yoke of the Alliance, a place where people could walk with their heads held high, unlike those sycophants who crawled like vermin, weighed down by shame and the high gravity of places like Terra, Chikyu, and Erde.  Terra, the planet of his birth, was a faraway dream, from which he had only woken up in time to save himself and Odessa.  He should have woken up much sooner.  He should have probably done a lot of things differently, but not punching Charles Graves in the face repeatedly was not one of those things.

Wait. Two voltage-spears crossed before Brant’s face as he was halted before the door of the chamber.  The shackles around his wrists were beginning to chafe, and he’d honestly expected better of Isadore than to put him in restraints, like some common miscreant. Especially after everything they’d been through together while building a Bokkau that could self-govern, once Isa had usurped her shithead father and installed herself as Bokkau’s High Commander.

Her father, a corrupt tadpole going by the name of Richard Murphy, had also been expelled into space after all, so what made Brant think Isa would treat him with any additional consideration? In particular for the grievous offense of punching one of her favorite fleet captains in his much lauded (if overrated) face.

The Jaxadore will see you now.

The spears uncrossed and the door to the council chamber slid open, revealing the twin thrones upon which Isadore and her wife Jax were installed.  The irony of the regal imagery was never lost on Brant, considering they had been in open rebellion against the Imperial Alliance, but the Jaxadore were not the types of co-regents who really went in for subtlety, or doing things only half way, for that matter.

Why, Captain Brant, Isadore began.

What an unexpected pleasure, Jax finished her sentence, as was their unequivocal habit.

Mr. Greenleaf will now read the complaint against you, said Isadore.

And we shall determine the appropriate punishment for your crimes, Jax finished.

Alleged crimes, Brant added. They might have thumbed their collective noses at the laws of the Alliance, but Bokkau had its own laws, and he wasn't about to let Isadore forget he'd had a heavy hand in drafting them.

Behind him, Greenleaf, the Jaxadore’s faithful dogsbody, cleared his throat.  You are charged with violating Article 5 of the Bokkau Commonwealth: assaulting a fellow captain.  This is your third infraction of Article 5, culminating in bodily injury to the aforementioned fellow captain, namely Charles Graves. How do you defend yourself?

He was asking for it, Brant replied.

If I understand you correctly, Greenleaf joined in gleefully, Captain Graves explicitly asked that you rearrange his face and knock out two of his teeth with... Here the lackey paused to consult his notes. Ah yes, a glass dildo.

It was the only thing I had at hand, Brant shrugged.

Far be it for us to police what our Commonwealth citizens do in private, Isadore smirked while her wife looked on with an expression of detached amusement.

I punched him in the face in private as well, High Commander, Brant pointed out.

And what did he do this time to incur such wrath, Captain? Jax asked.

He had insulted my wife’s tea cups.

You have to admit, Isadore cut in, that tea cups, while quaint, are outdated artifacts of Terran oppression.

Nevertheless, Brant shrugged, Odessa is very attached to them.

You’re lucky they haven’t been spaced with all that tea, Isadore scowled.

I thought that the entire purpose of us fighting against the Imperial Alliance was so that we could live the lives of our choosing, Brant snarled. And if that includes drinking tea out of goddamn tiny porcelain cups then we should be free to indulge in such activities until the moon of Erde loses its blue shade.

We cannot maintain order here if our captains keep brawling over the smallest slight! Jax interjected. You know very well, Captain, that Bokkau cannot sustain itself without the fleet. 

The loss of a skilled captain, such as Captain Graves...

... Even if temporary...

...Can cause great setbacks in our resistance efforts. 

Brant’s head swiveled back and forth while the Jaxadore spoke.  If you’re going to punish me, do so, but do not subject me to anymore of your moralizing.  He crossed his arms, rattling his chains like an angry ghost, and planted his feet shoulder-width apart, as if daring anyone to throw him into the great abyss.

Give us the room, please, Isadore said with a nod towards Greenleaf and the guards.

The door slid open, then shut, and the three of them were left alone. Brant exhaled.  If Isa was going to kill him, she would not have dismissed her lackeys.

You make things very difficult for us, Brant, Isadore spoke first.

You have always been a loose cannon... Jax joined.

... But a loose cannon we cannot do without.

"Your battleship, the Jezebel, is one of the finest in the fleet, Jax said with a dreamy look in her eyes.  To lose a captain of such a critical asset..."

...Would be disastrous! But we simply cannot let you go unchecked.

"We have plans for