CH 2: First Contact
Serva woke up to the ship's proximity alarm. Before her was the planet of Argon, the entryway to the Noble Ridge. Its green and gray surface showcased its swamps and industrial zone s.
Yawning, Serva stretched as best they could. They were flying a standard Galactic Alliance Navy Intelligence "Sleeper Bullet," which was a small, highly maneuverable single-seat ship based on the Navy's typical "Michon" snubfighter. The Sleeper Bullet's claim to fame -- and the reason it was so popular with Intelligence -- was that it could have a dummy shell of another ship placed on top, disguising it. Any potential enemies would see Serva's ship as an old Bottle Industries "Econocruiser," rather than the top-of-the-line military ship it really was.
It was then that the surface space control called Serva, and they shifted to the form of Admiral Brackow's old friend Jones, which was the alias Serva would initially be using.
Serva received clearance from space control and landed at the planet's capital, uncreatively named Argon City.
Upon climbing out of their ship, they immediately winced at the acrid air. The landing station was surrounded by factories and what appeared to be (both by sight and by smell) chemical plants, most of which were billowing smoke in a rainbow of colors. It might have been pretty if not for the absolute lack of colors other than gray and brown elsewhere.
Serva found a freelance ride and took it towards the palace. The Cartel had massive influence on the royal family of Argon and therefore was commonly found hanging around the palace, so Intelligence had found and rented Serva an apartment from which to stage her operations.
The ride took Serva to the apartment complex, where they disembarked, rode the elevator up to the fifth floor, and entered their apartment.
"No expenses spared" whispered Serva to themselves in their deep Jones voice as they saw the apartment. It was dirty and barren, but it didn't really need to be nice. "It's not like I'll be bringing anyone over anyway." They snorted. "It should be the other way around."
Hoping there was nothing under the cushions that could bite them, Serva plopped down on the couch, then pulled up their left sleeve and looked at the bracelet on their arm.
At first glance, the bracelet was pretty, if nondescript. But, with a twist here and a press there, a signal was sent out to Intelligence allowing Serva to contact their superior officer, General Lanj.
Serva had to wait a little, but soon enough, a beeowomp played from their bracelet, and a hologram of Lanj sprung to life.
A hologram of Lanj... wearing nothing at all.
"Uhhhh..." said Serva. They could only see Lanj's upper body, but her tits were out and on full display. They were a little saggy, but of good size. "Uhhhhh..."
Lanj smiled and squeezed her breasts with both hands. "Missed me? I've missed you, Jones..."
Serva swallowed hard. They knew they were going to end up seducing a lot of Cartel members if they were going to complete their mission, but seducing their superior officer? The head of GA Navy Intelligence? This wasn't part of the plan.
"I keep thinking about you..." continued Lanj, closing her eyes and kneading her breasts. "About your big cock... uhmmmm. It felt so good..."
Serva felt their 'big cock' starting to live up to its name in their pants. For a middle-aged military woman, the General's not too bad, they thought. Still... this is just weird. "Uh, General," Serva said, finally getting some real words out. "You told me to, uh, call you when I arrived at the staging point."
Lanj opened her eyes and let go of her breasts, and an aura of cold military efficiency came upon her. "Indeed. I take it you are in the apartment."
Serva nodded, grateful that the moment seemed to have passed.
"Good. As you know, getting to the top of the Beeble Cartel won't be easy. You'll have to find an in somewhere at the bottom and work your way up." Lanj's picture shifted to the side as she continued talking, and the picture of a man sprung up beside her. The man was clearly young, with curly hair and a soft face, though he had an eyepatch over his right eye.
"This is Vero," narrated Lanj. "He's the son of Vayal, who leads the Cartel contingent on Argon. Vero has no confirmed romantic partners, but he's only 19 years old, so it's not super surprising. Still, odds are, he's under a lot of pressure to find one, to prove his worth to his father and the rest of the Cartel."
"Sounds like he'd be an easy way to get introduced," Serva said.
"Exactly. Start with him, work your way up to Vayal, then even higher in the Cartel."
"Alright. Do you know anything else about him?" Serva looked at Lanj's eyes for the first time -- rather than her boobs -- and realized: was the General wearing makeup? She really likes Jones...
