Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop, the one stop hop for all your fiction needs. This week I’m continuing with snippets from my erotic m/m space opera (how many descriptors can one novel need?) From Mars, With Love. Last week things were getting unpleasant in the slave ship when Eli’s captors decided to cut the ring off his finger. Today, for good or ill, Eli decides to be proactive.
A pair of cutting shears emerged from the end of one of the crab’s arms- this was enough to wipe away all of Eli’s hesitations. He’d been pulling back against the crab’s tugs and abruptly stopped, using the bots momentum to direct its arm and pincher into its faceplate. The plastic cracked on impact and the eyeball tube bent sideways as the metal pincer struck it. Eli leapt on top of the crab, slid across its back and hit the floor hands first. He tucked, rolled, and came up in a crouch. Four security crabs raced towards him.
The Moon Unit grabbed an arm of the bot Eli had disabled and swung it around in a semi-arc before it fired its thrusters and sent itself careening into one of its mates. Pandemonium broke out as half the prisoners joined in the uprising, and half fell to the floor either begging forgiveness or merely covering their heads with their hands or hand-like appendages.
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