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Cerule, Beginning
Chapter 1
“It’s too early, Admiral, there is a substantial probability that not all of the Cerule doner memory ingrams are printed deeply enough…”
Oh boy, that didn’t sound good. I’d actually been awake for several minutes but couldn’t seem to open my eyes. But I could hear, dammit, and what I heard didn’t exactly fill me with confidence. My superiors were in a rush over the procedure, and I was non too happy about what that meant for me.
“It doesn’t matter. They are in there, even if dormant, hopefully they will emerge with time in the experience. We have no time, Doctor. Wake him the rest of the way up, let’s get him prepped and on his way.”
The Admiral’s voice was female and a low, but commanding alto. I didn’t feel the wake spray zip my bicep. But I felt the adrenaline charge, so powerful I sat right up in bed with an ease that nearly catapulted me to the floor. As it was, I was standing on bare feet off the bed, much to the startled yelps of everyone hovering around me.
“Commander Pareldon!” The authoritative snap brought me around so fast I felt my cock swing from left to right to slap against my right hip. I looked down and damn. Oh fuck that was a big juicy sexy piece of … wait a minute! What the hell? When did I ever look at a cock like that?
Admiral Janet Fenton looked down and back up… quickly. A tall, elegant woman with wavy silvery hair tied back in a fleet pin, she was ice cold beauty in her pale blueish silver uniform with it’s black and gold rimmed rank markings. Though considerably older than me, I’d always admired her gorgeous looks and had secretly envied her husband, ok well, her several x husbands. She went through them fast enough.
But now there was something different.
Before I had time to analyze that she snapped. “Get him dressed in Cerule garb, quickly. We have no time to lose.”
Instantly her minions were on me, helping me into white leggings that fit me like a dancer’s tights, a silk shirt, left unbuttoned, possibly because half the buttons were missing and the shirt was a ripped and torn mess. Then they added a navy jacket of some period thing that looked like nothing so much as something a navy Lieutenant might have worn a thousand years ago on Earth… and all the while the Admiral was speaking in a flood as I dressed.
“Commander Pareldon, as you see you are in the Gollum body for the Insert operation for the planet the Ar call Cerule. You’ve already been briefed. What you don’t know is that Captain Evan’s ship was destroyed. He was our first candidate. You are our second and your going instead. Your wounds weren’t life threatening, but we really have no choice.
“The Xetods are right behind us, but with any luck they will chase us and miss your stealth pod.”
I had boots to put on and I was helped into them while the Admiral tugged my arm forward. She really seemed to be in a panic.
Once underway she continued on in a torrent. “Your Gollum body is made with a heavy percentage of ellum in it’s cellular structure. You several times stronger than a human, your brain is equipped with a biocomputer that is impervious to damage unless something every manages to get through your Dimond Titanium alloy skull. You are as close to immortal as we can make you. But take care not to show that off in the relatively primitive society we are dropping you.”
“My wife!” I blurted.
“Your what?” The Admiral said, looking at me incredulously.
“Angie, has anyone told her?”
“When we get back to Bertrum Base, she will be notified you died.”
“Shit! Aww, Angie…”
“Commander, don’t be an idiot. Your wife was cheating on you. You know that. You apparently walked in on her fucking my husband four different times, buying her silly excuses for why he happened to have his cock shoved up her far too eager cunt. That’s one reason you signed up.”
“Well I know, “I said, feebly, “but, I loved her… we…”
Maybe I was still weak, but as she and her aides dragged me down the corridor to the lift, I didn’t put up much resistance. Instead my eye fell on the ass of the young male Lieutenant leading our party along. Fuck that was a hot ass, all jutting out like two working melons just waiting to be plundered… wait!
“What the fuck? When do I look at a male ass that way?” Shit! Did I say that out loud?
Without stopping our progress the Admiral wrapped out, “Stars save me from idiots! Commander, our Cerule subject was extremely homosexual. If you return and your orientation were switched, how would that be convincing. Now come along. I don’t plan on dying out here due to your silly questions.”
“Admiral, usually Gollum Trans patients are a bit disoriented.” This from the Lieutenant who was glancing back at me shyly, and cheekily at the same time, the sexy cutey. I wanted to kiss him, and slap him at the same time. Ok, well spank him then…
“Oh My STARS!” I squawked, again. Out Loud.
We hit the lift and were deposited moments later in the pod bay. The Admiral watched as her people practically threw me into the nearest pod, buckling me into my harness. The Lieutenant leaned way in to check things out, and winked! Such a cheeky little shit. I started to have truly erotic thoughts about him….
The Admiral smiled. “Good luck turning that world around, Commander.” Why she almost sounded sweet just before she slammed the pod door but I still heard the muffled, “Now get the fuck off my ship!”
“Sigh”, I said outloud to myself as the Admiral’s enormous League Flag ship dropped away on the single view port and swung us around so that a huge blue planet loomed into and passed my view.
Without thinking I reached for the controls and said, “Commander Jake Saunders Pareldon, call sign zebra alpha seven six, niner five zebra. Taking active control.”
“Pod 35F, recognition, control given.
I could have let the pod do it, but despite my own implants and a life time working with the digital world to do anything, I did not trust AI and never would. Hah, in fact, on this mission, a mission I had never really thought I would be doing, I probably never would.
Your probably wondering what all this is about, Well, I am not much less in the dark then you, but here goes. I am a Commander in the Humana League Fleet, a military body that encompasses a quarter of a million ships, any one of which, with a little work, could probably destroy an entire planet.
However there was a zone in Galactic Space that had been cordoned off from any space powers but the region’s overlords the Ral. The Ral were one of the oldest still corporeal beings still on the planet and they claimed a special world, a world mostly populated by humans, but also by descendants of the Ral called Elldin, shape shifters and enchanters, a various strengths.
The Ral would brook no interference but there own. Unfortunately, their own interference, was their undoing. As they had explained it to the League. The hybrid blooded Ral / Elldin they had installed on the world Cerule to guide the people their and it’s culture through evolution to an advanced space faring race, had corrupted himself. Instead of guiding he had opted to rule. He had made himself into a sort of Priest King, and was in virtual control of half the planet.
It was my job to take on the appearance and the memory, (I hoped I had that memory), of a minor ruler, and lead a counter to this dreaded Priest King called Zorath.
I really had not expected to be dropped here. I had expected to somehow survive the Xeltod attack on our squadron. I had expected any other candidate for this mission but me. But nooooo! The attack caught us, our little task force was a struggling wreck, with even the flagship damaged, and any other candidate for this mission, this life long mission… VERY life long, provided I survived…,
Was dead.
“Ah, we are in stealth mode?” I said to the pod.
“Yes Sir.”
“Just checking.”
I leaned back, figuring I had time until the next course correction. Angie, my wife. I wasn’t sure she would grieve that much. Not really. I liked to think she would, but then slapped that thought down as being very petty of me.
She had told me right off when she married, that she was chasing rank. She was in a non combat support role, but still, she wanted those Admiral Stripes even if it was about Logistics.
So when I found her in bed the first time with then Commodore Bill Fentin, after coming home from the gym, I’d gawked in the door way, watching the Commodore’s ass hunching away and hearing my wife’s coos.
“Angie! What is this? Ah, er hi Sir.” I had added to the Commodore as my brain scrambled with what I was seeing.
My wife stared at me wide eyed and gave ma a wide smile. “Jake, darling, Vice Admiral Fentin’s husband, you know the Commodore. He was just teaching me a massage technique.”
“A oh, a massage technique.” I had said, stupidly.
“Mmmhmm, for when your away on assignments. You know how lonely I get. Well with technique I can relax and my yearnings are eased. Isn’t that wonderful?”
I loved Angie. I wanted to believe her, so I said, “oh, a massage technique. Well that’s great honey. Don’t stop then. If that will help.”
“It will darling. Your so understanding. You see why I love my Jacky so much, Commodore?”
“Ahh, umm er, I suppose I do.” The man said.
And I had left them to it, retreating to the kitchen, grabbing beer and chased by moans and coos that sounded far to sexual, I’d gone out onto our terrace to listen to the seagulls.
Oh did I mention that was Angie’s and my honeymoon back on old mother earth at a beach resort in Hawaii?
A few days later I walked in on them in the shower. The Commodore has my young beautiful wife up against the wall under the spray, humping away. Angie had explained that the massage technique had some subtle differences in water.
I’d retreated out of the condo to the beach, but had walked down into the water. My swim trunks had been tenting a bit too much and there were people around.
The Third and fourth times? Well the third time was when Angie and I agreed to go to a party at the Club put on by the Admiral and her husband. Sometime while dancing, I guess her husband slipped away with my wife, and when the Admiral went to look for them, she took me along. The Admiral found her husband in Angi and my hotel room, but he was lying on his back with a young Ensign, a male, officer doing something to him. I figured it was that massage technique thing. Two guys though, ugh, I didn’t want to watch.
While they squabbled, the Admiral damn near shrieking, I found Angie hiding in the bathroom, naked. Hearing the other couple leave, I took my wife to bed, and was surprised by how feverish she was to make love. That massage technique the Commodore kept teaching her so thoroughly, wow,I was really going to have to learn that one.
All seemed well until the fourth time… The fourth time was at the Star Base as I was awaiting orders to ship out.
Angi told me she had a meeting with her commanding officer, whom I later learned was Commodore Fentin. I learned that because when I went to wait for her, the commodore’s aide sent me back to his office, the door of which I found was ajar. Angi was on her back on the Commodore’s desk, with her superior pressing in between her legs, her heals over his shoulders, his bare butt banging away.
“Honey, that really doesn’t look like its just a massage.” I finally heard myself say.
She looked over at me, my lovely wife, her uniform shirt open, her big breasts splayed out as the Commodore nuzzled into her cleavage. She looked at me, almost lovingly and sighing, or was it moaning, it was hard to tell, and she said, “Ya think?”
Ok, I know what your saying to yourself. Maybe Jake Saunders Pareldon isn’t the brightest bulb in the world. Well…
So, leaving that alone for now, lets just say, the Humana League was asked to provide a hybrid Gollumn impervious to most harms and inherently talented, to implant the memories of a dead Cerule native. The Ral had retrieved that said native Cerule from the seas after a sea battle, and made a replica, with all said, ok maybe not yet said, attributes. And I was that replica, but with my own memories and … well I wasn’t sure the native side of me was exactly there. Hmm, that could be dicey.
Funny thing about Admiral Janice Fentin. Maybe it was because I knew about her husband cheating on her, or she was pissed at my wife and was taking it out on me, but I had this really strange feeling she couldn’t really care if I survived long enough to succeed at this infiltration mission.
Anyway, that said, it was time to put thoughts of Angie and her big boobs away from me. Hunh, funny thing. Her big boobs weren’t tugging at me. They used to. But now my memory of them was… I don’t know, kinda gross.
Alone in that pod, poised to shut down power but to anti grav and gently let myself drop into the Cerule Atmosphere, I gasped as I remembered. “Oh yeah. I like men, now.” And sometime later,
“Fuck.”
Then I said “Fuck” again. Good word, fuck. Sort of all purpose, but this time it wasn’t about me having a newly implanted taste for male ass and cock, it was about the fact that my anti grav bubble hadn’t come on.
I looked at all the indicators on the holographic control sheild. Wait, there was no holographic control shield. Wasn’t that the last thing to go if everything else was fried? Tried to click on auto control, Nothing. We were in free fall.
“Um, Computer, I know I said manual, but um, you can forget that now. Take over?”
After a minute of nothing and hearing the sound of a roar rising outside the pod and feeling the heat rising inside, I came to a reluctant conclusion. WE were not in free fall. I… was in free fall.
Now I tried to calm myself by saying, “Ok, the hull on these pods are tough, well able to withstand free fall. It will be perfectly intact.”
But was I? Somehow I began to realize that I was going to end up a crispy wad of burnt out bones and crap.
I was going to die and I hadn’t even started yet? Really?
Just before everything turned to agony, I screamed, “Angie, you bitch, why the fuck did you have to fuck the Admiral’s husband!!!!”