An Alien Enslavement Pt. 01
Exiting out of jump space, Emma arrived in the Pyrus system. This star system lay well past the Vamier treaty zone, far beyond Coalition jurisdiction. Emma felt somewhat uneasy as her ship flew ever closer to Abogon. A real shithole of a planet far beyond civilized space. This place was a living hellscape and a breeding ground for some of the most degenerate and depraved beings, metaphorically and, sometimes, even literally.
The planet was home to pirates, gangs, drug cartels, and slavers from all corners of the free territories. The main draw to this place was the copious amounts of drugs, parties, and pleasure the planet had to offer. Abogon was known for its countless brothels and slave auctions for lecherous heathens who wants some flesh to fuck.
Abogon was ruled by a single head of state, King Gornu the Conqueror. He was known by many titles, such as Emperor, Grand Warmaster, and Khan. But most just referred to him as king. He was the leader of one of the most notorious crime syndicates in the galaxy. This empire of his was known for waging war against neighboring space-faring civilizations. They would often raid and pillage planets for their precious resources. But most of all, they loved to enslave other species for labor and pleasure...
Emma couldn't believe that she had to come to this wretched system. It was beneath her and everything she represented to strike a deal with the vilest being of this sector of the galaxy, but it was all for the greater good. Emma was part of an underground organization formed to fight against the rule of the Coalition. This movement had secretly been cultivating a following and growing for years now. Secret pacts and alliances between nations across the galaxy had been formed to stand up against the Coalition, one day at least. Unquestionably, the Coalition's intelligence bureau was already suspicious of the discontent and growing grudges among neighboring nations and certain parties from within their borders. Fortunately, however, they had yet to comprehend how widespread this whole movement was. And it was best kept that way. Oddly enough, with how predominant the Coalition was, it was surprising how little they had noticed. But perhaps they were too smug and self-satisfied to recognize the vastness of the resistance, its full scope, and the potential for an uprising... But it was typical of them, given their suffocating grip on the galaxy, to misjudge the depth of the resistance that their rule engendered.
For this new alliance to stand even the remotest chance of stopping the Coalition's dominance over the galaxy, it needed time. Armies, weapons, munitions, and fleets of warships needed to be constructed and assembled, all under the Coalition's watchful scrutiny. Which was easier said than done since the Coalition had eyes and ears almost everywhere.
Emma was tasked to strike a deal on behalf of the insurrectionists with King Gornu. The deal went as smoothly as butter during its early stages. The insurrection would provide the Gomu's criminal enterprise with valuable naval data about Coalition trade routes so it could be sold on to various factions of pirates and lesser crime syndicates to raid and exploit. King Gornu would allow the rebels to use his domain and his shipyards to construct their fleets in relative secrecy since Gornu's rather primitively constructed empire was outside the Coalition's current boundaries and beneath its contempt.
But things failed to go as planned for Emma and the resistance. The operation by her contacts on Antares IV, who were supposed to retrieve the data from a planetary Coalition data farm, went horribly wrong. She still had little idea of the precise mechanisms of failure: on paper, the plan she had drawn up was almost flawless. King Gornu was deeply displeased that the resistance's side of the deal was not being held up, and he demanded that the architect for this 'plan' show themselves on Abogon. Thus Emma found herself traveling out to that shithole.
As she approached the planet, Emma immediately received a hail. Pressing the receiver button for her ship's comms, she received the hail.
"You are approaching Abogon, the preeminent domain of King Gornu the First. Ruler of Pyrus, Zebala, Naarm, Yuktebeban, conqueror of the Peraxys star system, and leader of the almighty Guraxian Crime Syndicate. What is your purpose here? Business, or pleasure?"
a scratchy-sounding voice said through the comms.
"As much as I would love to be here for pleasure, unfortunately, I'm here just for business. I need to see King Gornu for a... deal... we had arranged. Here's my clearance code," Emma responded, putting on a small act.
"Ah, hsssss. So it is you that our lord is expecting. From what I've heard he is quite dissatisfied, hsssss."
Emma rolled her green eyes knowingly. "Thanks for that preview of his attitude," Emma said sarcastically. "Now, am I cleared for landing? I'm not planning on wasting your
king's
time. So I need to get this sorted out immediately."
"Hssss, you are cleared to land at landing pad 12."
"Actually, darling... Could you be a sweetie and give me a spot a bit... closer to the palace? You wouldn't want a pretty girl like me to have to walk all that far, would you?" Emma said in the most sultry seductive voice possible.
"He he he, perhaps I can arrange something for you."
Their comms were briefly muted for a few moments, silence filling her ship as she waited for their instructions.
"You can go ahead and land over at landing pad 1, baby. Welcome to Abogon. We hope you enjoy your stay, he he he,"
the voice wickedly cackled.
"Thanks, love
.
Much appreciated..."
"Hssss, of cour-"
Emma quickly turned off her comms before the alien on the other side could even finish their sentence and flew her ship towards her designated landing pad. As she flew deeper into the atmosphere, Emma got a good look at the planet below. The sky was in this constant state of crimson amber. It truly looked like hell in the flesh. The surface was littered with sprawling slums and countless towering buildings that housed innumerable brothels, clubs, and slave auctions. How some of these disheveled structures managed to stand against the force of gravity was beyond Emma. It was a very stark contrast from the core worlds. And at the center of it all was an ominously large pyramid-like structure known as Gornu's Palace. Inside lay all the girls, drugs, and entertainment that any low-life could dream of in this arm of the galaxy.
After landing her ship in one of the pads directly outside of Gornu's Palace, Emma prepared herself for her meeting with the king in her ship's dressing room. She was quite a notorious insurrectionist whether she liked it or not. Emma often operated as an envoy, strategist, and, when needed, assassin. Many would describe her as highly charismatic and seductive in nature. Combined with her stunningly beautiful form, she could wrap almost any sentient being around her finger. With such a useful skill, she could persuade anyone to do whatever she wanted, or she could get her assailant's guard down just enough to quickly flatline them.
With such an ability, she was highly sought after by many organizations across the galaxy. She had even been approached by the Coalition to work in their espionage branch at some point. But she found herself working for the insurrection instead. Emma found their cause very... admirable. She believed in what they were trying to do, even if as a practical matter she thought that the task of overthrowing the Coalition was almost impossible. It was her twin sister, Ava, who had done the most to convince Emma to join up. But the main draw was the exorbitant amount of creds the insurrection was willing to pay for her services. Emma had a hard time believing that such a secret underground group could cough up that amount of money. But considering that the organization had roots almost everywhere, she could make some sense of it.
Emma wore a black long-sleeved turtleneck crop top with a hole at its center that flaunted her cleavage pretty well and gave everyone a good view of her sexily exposed well-toned torso. Combined with her dark green tight-fitting combat trousers, she looked incredibly alluring.
Taking a glance at her dressing room's mirror, Emma made sure her long flowing amber-red hair was in order. Her siren green eyes closely examined her sexy 5'9" form. "Damn, I look good..." Emma muttered to herself as she ran her hands along her curvy hips.
