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Unidentified Organisms Ch. 00

Andromeda Navicomputer

Destination: the Pangea Colony
Estimated Time of Arrival: 34 days
State of Crew: Stable life signs
State of Ship: 3 code yellow concerns to be reviewed at arrival

Incoming transmission...

Diverting course...
Destination set to: Achilles Space Station
Estimated Time of Arrival: 3.5 hours

****

"Look at this sleek motherfucker!"

"Let me see!"

Jeff pulled Tony away from the porthole. Outside, he could see the small spacecraft locking with the docking tube. It was indeed a beautiful piece of engineering. Every one of its parts were custom made, a luxury that was unheard of on the fringe.

"The light is green! Time to board and wake up the crew."

Jeff followed Tony into the gangway. The hatch should have opened automatically once the ship had docked, but for some reason it was still closed. Tony used a blowtorch to open the lid to the ship's exterior interface.

"I hate these new user friendly consoles," he spat. "Everything is backwards."

After some trial and error, the magnetic seal on the hatch was lifted and the two soldiers could open it manually. Now they only needed to insert the docking cable and see if they could connect with the ship's mainframe.

Tony rubbed his temples. "It seems we're having some difficulty integrating. Why haven't this new tech got better backwards compatibility? I can't seem to restore the ship to full power."

Jeff sighed. "You bulkhead. Can you at least get us inside?"

Tony jammed his spanner into a console and the inner doors swung open. The interior of the ship was dark and the air was cold and heavy. Jeff ignited his flashlight. There was no sign of the crew.

"We tried to signal the ship's computer, but it was mostly unresponsive. The crew is likely still in cryogenic stasis." Tony explained.

"The ship looks pretty on the outside, but it's still just a hunk of rust on the inside."

The ship was small and they were able to locate the stasis pods quickly. They were inside an oval room at the centre of the ship. Tubes of antifreeze liquids ran from the exterior of the ship to the pods to keep them cold without draining too much of the ship's power. Jeff pointed his flashlight at the pods in turn. Only two of them were occupied.

"Look at these sleeping beauties," he exclaimed.

Tony got down on his knees and began fiddling with the consoles. His swearing suggested that the pods were also of a new design. Jeff got bored of waiting and began looking around the room. On the wall hung a long, thin item that caught his attention. On closer inspection, he saw that it was a hilt sticking out of a sheath.

"Tony, I think there is a sword hanging here."

"A what now?"

"A sword. A fucking sword, dude!"

"That's great, Jeff. Leave me alone. I need to figure this thing out."

Tony was about to give up. He went through the sequence of commands one more time, but this time, to his surprise, the lid on the first pod swung open. Cold, frosty smoke filled the room.

Jeff came over. The woman inside looked to be in her early thirties. Her long black curls suggested that she was not military, although she was wearing the standard issue military underwear. Her erect nipples was poking through the bra.

"Let's have a quick look at her breast before she wakes," Jeff suggested. "I've had enough of hairy man chest."

He took of his gloves and bent down to pull up the woman's bra. Her pallid skin was painfully cold to touch. Jeff almost anticipated the breasts to be hard as ice, but he found them to be soft but firm. When he pushed them around, they immediately return to their original position.

"At attention soldiers," a sharp voice called out.

Tony got on his feet and saluted. Someone had followed them aboard. A woman stepped out of the darkness. She did not salute back.

"What do you think you are doing?" she asked, coldly. "Report to disciplinary staff immediately!"

"Look," Jeff said with an evil smirk. "It's the ice queen."

Tony gave his colleague a kick to the shin and shook his head in a warning that Jeff chose to ignore.

"Marines only answer to their commanders," Jeff continued. "So fuck off!"

Moving so fast that she took the soldier completely off guard, the woman grabbed Jeff by the wrist and twisted his arm around his back, breaking a bone in the process. Once she had the screaming man in a lock, she took a pair of manacles from his belt and cuffed his arms together.

"Bring your fellow soldier to your superior officer," the woman commanded Tony. "Obey, and you'll avoid solitary confinement."

Once the unlucky jarheads had vacated the ship, the woman quickly released the two crewmembers from stasis. Unlike the soldiers, her deft hands were able to operate the unfamiliar technology with ease.

The woman with the curly hair woke up coughing and ended up throwing up on the floor. Her whole body was shivering from the cold. The so-called ice queen held her long curls back and wiped her mouth with a tissue.

"Drink this," she said, offering her a bottle of green juice. "It will speed your recovery."

The second woman emerged from her pod suffering no apparent side-effects from her unnatural sleep. Her long black hair was wet and fell hard against her back as she rose. Unlike the first woman, she was wearing a bodysuit that covered her entire torso.

On nimble feet, she ran over to her locker, opened it and retrieved a visored eyemask. She put it on, thus hiding her lovely almond shaped eyes. The ice queen looked at her curiously, uncertain as to how the woman was able to see through the opaque lenses.

The curly haired woman threw up once more. The green juice she had been given splashed across the floor. The woman with the visor kneeled beside her and held her shoulders.

"I'm all right, Salome," the curly haired woman said with a shivering voice. "It'll pass."

*****

Five minutes later, both crewmembers were dressed and the woman from the space station had managed to restore full power to the ship.

"Welcome to Achilles Station," she said. "My name is Ms. Katie Swan."

"Dr. Riley McKenzie," the woman with the curly hair responded. She was clutching a cup of hot coffee in her hands. Her fingers were still blue.

"That would make you Ms. Salome Nejem," Katie said to the second crewmember, who nodded in confirmation.

"What is your rank within the Cooperation?"

"She doesn't have one," Riley answered on Salome's behalf. "She is my charge."

Ms. Swan frowned. "What does that mean?"

"It means that she goes wherever I go and that I'm accountable for her actions and conduct. As you've probably been briefed, I'm a psychologist. She's one of the subject of my research."

An awkward silence ensued. Riley breathed into her cold hands, feeling the scrutiny of Ms. Swans' stare.

"Achilles Station? How close are we to the Pangea colony?" Riley asked to keep the conversation going.

"You're still far away, but don't worry. We received a message that your ship's course was being diverted to us while you were still in stasis."

"For what purpose?"

"I think I may know, but it is best that you get your briefing directly from your superiors. There is a message stored in your ships computer awaiting your review."

"Thank you."

"I will await you outside the ship. Come meet me when you're ready. You are likely hungry and disoriented, but I'm sure time is of the essence."

****

Riley opened the door to the cockpit. They had indeed received a message only a few hours ago. It read:

Riley McKenzie.

We have received a news from Achilles Station that they've picked up one of our escape pods. Its place of origin is currently unknown. It had only one passenger, which they have so far been unable to wake from her stasis sleep.

The report we received mentioned that the passenger was carrying parasitic lifeform in her body. A physician on the station has labelled the organisms as UOs - unidentified organisms. If these organisms are extra-terrestrial in origin, they may carry alien diseases. We can't risk another epidemic.

A full team of investigators are on their way, but it will take them a while to get there. You're job will be to isolate and secure the organisms, then perform a preliminary investigation. Collect as much information as you can. Interview the passenger if she has awoken.

Be warned that you have arrived on the very fringe of colonised space. You are far away from home. Be careful of who you trust. Try to limit the spread of information the best you can.

Dr.Eng. Linda Delaney arrived at the station six months ago. Her record is spotless and we believe her to be loyal to the Cooperation. She'll assist you in your task.

You are granted authorisation to deal with this issue according to company protocol until the second team arrives. Make us proud!

End of message.


Riley cursed her luck and wrote a quick reply.

Message received. I've landed on the station and am going to work immediately. The Dakini is with me and has survived the journey without any side-effects from the stasis sleep. End of message.

****

Fifteen minutes later, Riley, closely followed behind by Salome, exited their ship through the docking tube and entered the station proper. Ms. Swan was waiting for them.

"I'm at your disposal, ma'am," she declared.

"That's certainly appreciated," Riley said. She offered the Ms. Swan a smile, but didn't receive one in return. "We should begin by checking in with the station's commanding officer."

Ms. Swan held up her hand. "Right this way. The Admiral was only recently informed of your arrival. Hopefully he's available to greet you."

Riley and her charge followed Ms. Swan through the dark labyrinthine corridors of the space station. It was in poor condition. Most of the equipment and materials used in its construction had been salvaged from derelict spacecrafts. This was the Wild West of space. One did what one had to do to survive. The Cooperation was barely able to maintain control. The colonists were becoming far too independent to be governed by the suits on Earth.

They passed by many soldiers on their way. Many of them were hardened criminals who had been offered reduced sentences for enlisting. In times of need, the Cooperation would even grant pardons to prisoners on death row. The rest of the jarheads were cloned in the eugenics facilities and force-fed steroids from birth. It was hard to tell which group was most dangerous.

Ms. Swan seemed very out of place in this crude and hyper-masculine environment. Her stylish skirt suit hugged every curve in her perfect body, and there wasn't a single wrinkle in the fabric. It was definitely tailor made. Her hair was done up in a tight ponytail, which bounced on time with her quick steps.

There wasn't a single blemish on her face. Her makeup was applied so delicately that it melded perfectly with the natural bloom and colour of her skin. It was a mystery how she managed to stay so clean. The workers and soldiers were all sweaty and covered in smut.

The trio came to a room that was different from those they had passed. The walls were whitewashed and smooth. There were no exposed tubes or pipes. The purified air smelled refreshingly fresh, but Riley wished they hadn't put a little more perfume in it. Her nostrils weren't used to this industrial climate.

There was a young woman sitting behind a reception desk in front of a pair of large doors. A group of sofas were arranged around table.

"Wait in the lobby while I go in to speak to the Admiral to see if he's available," Ms. Swan instructed.

She was about to open the office door, when Riley put a hand on her shoulder.

"He better be available. I'm authorized to call upon his full cooperation."

Ms. Swan gave Riley an icy stare. "The Admiral is still the commander of this station," she said. "Until the board choses to relieve him of his duty, his word is law here."

With that said, she pulled herself free and stepped through the doors. Riley went and sat herself down in a chair, while her companion remained standing, looking at the closing doors.

"That woman is a husk," Salome stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What do you mean?" Riley asked.

"A husk," Salome repeated. "Soulless. A zombie."

"Salome, there is no such thing as a zombie. She's just a bitch!"

Salome kept muttering words, as if she wasn't sure herself what she was trying to say. "Golem! A Pygmalion statue."

"Salome, you are going to encounter many things that will seem strange and unfamiliar to you. Try to relax."

Salome remained in front of the doors, seemingly relaxed, but definitely vigilant. After a quarter of an hour had passed, Riley started to get restless. She had just awoken from fucking stasis sleep, and that scumbag of an Admiral had the balls to make her wait. Her stomach was aching for food, her limbs were stiff and her mind was hazy. This was no way to treat a representative of the board.

"We're not waiting any longer," Riley declared.

Salome nodded and pressed the button to open the doors. The secretary looked like she wanted to object, but reconsidered. The doors led Salome and Riley to a corridor. It seemed like the Admiral had a personal apartment consisting of several rooms. The office was at the end of the hall. They entered without knocking.

The first thing Riley noticed was the row of incredibly lifelike mannequins that were leaning against the walls. The fact that they didn't move or breathe was the only thing that proved they weren't real women. A few of them were only partly dressed, revealing that they were even anatomically correct.

Behind a large mahogany desk, in front of a panorama window, Riley saw Ms. Swan and the Admiral. Their profiles were silhouetted against the searing light from the local star, which shone through the window. The sight made Riley gasp in shock and disgust.

The admiral was sitting in a large leather chair, smoking a cigar and drinking cognac. He wore a black pea coat over a beige turtleneck sweater. His pants lay puddled around his ankles. Ms. Swan sat on her knees before him. Not counting the large admiral's hat on her head, she was completely nude. Her suit lay upon the desk. Every item of clothing had been neatly folded, even her stockings and underwear.

With her mouth enveloped around the thick shaft of the admiral's cock, it wasn't surprising that Ms. Swan's perfectly applied lipstick and gloss had become smeared. The sight of her throat bulging made Riley feel sick.

"Admiral!"

The admiral slowly moved his face towards Riley. His vacant expression suggested that he was quite drunk. A mischievous smirk came across his face, like that of a naughty boy who wasn't afraid of getting caught.

"Come in, Miss...?"

"Riley McKenzie! You should already know that!"

The admiral scratched his unshaved chin.

"I have yet to review the briefing," he said. "I was sleeping when we received the message. Ms. Swan will update me once I've had my massage."

"Admiral, this will not do. I have just awoken from stasis and could really need food and a good rest, but the board has given me a mission that must take priority," Riley said and added with emphasis, "for both of us!"

The Admiral sighed loudly. "Very well. Hurry up, Ms. Swan!"

Ms. Swan responded by pressing herself further down upon hick cock until her lips were at the roots of the shaft. With her tongue, she began to lick the Admiral's ball sack. Riley couldn't understand how the woman could go on without pulling back for air.

Presently, the Admiral let out an ugly groan from the back of his throat. Inhaled cigar smoke came puffing out from between his yellow teeth, as he coughed and sputtered.

Ms. Swan pulled back from the Admiral's crotch. As her lips pulled away, Riley was disgusted to see that the Admiral's penis was glistening from its own sticky fluids. With her fingers, Ms. Swan picked up the strings of sperm that extended from her mouth to the rubber head, before proceeding to lick the Admiral's sloppy member dry.

"You're a fucking animal," Riley ejaculated.

The Admiral gave a wheezy laugh. He opened his mouth to speak, but was not able to produce any words. Ms. Swan handed him an asthma inhaler. After a few puffs, the old man seemed to have regained his composure.

"I'm just human," he was finally able to say. "I guess the cryostais must have left your blood a little cold, Ms. McKenzie."

Ms. Swan had gotten to her feet. Barefoot and missing her high heels, she walked on her tippy-toes like a ballet dancer. From a cabinet, she retrieved a bottle of vodka, which she used to soak a cotton ball. Then she wiped away the smeared makeup around her mouth and reapplied her lipstick. A few quick brushes later, she looked as beautiful and clean as before.

Nudity may make a person look vulnerable or even ridiculous. Ms. Swan, on the other hand, looked perhaps even more imposing without her clothes. Her stance and bearing communicated nothing but strength and confidence.

"I have a report for you," she said to Riley. "It's written by one of our physicians. His name is Dr. Dreschner."

She picked up a folder from the desk and walked over to Riley.

"Keep your distance, golem!" Salome growled threateningly, placing herself between Ms. Swan and Riley.

Ms. Swan raised an eyebrow. She was obviously surprised by the aggressive reaction, but showed no sign of being frightened.

"Salome, stand down," Riley said to her charge. "Please, excuse my companion. She was raised among a secluded people on Earth."

The Admiral looked curiously at Salome. "Then how did she know?"

Now it was Riley who raised an eyebrow. "Know what exactly?"

The Admiral took the last stump of his cigarette and placed it inside Ms. Swan's open mouth, as if she was a human wastebasket. The burning ashes landed on her tongue, but the woman didn't flinch. Instead, she slowly chewed and swallowed.

"The K:80-S1 prototype is our most convincing model yet," the Admiral said. "You would need a trained eye to identify her as anything but human."

Riley looked at the mannequins that littered the room. Then she realised what he was talking about. They were designs ... for androids. She looked at her companion in astonishment.

"How did you know?" Riley asked her.

Salome pointed at Ms. Swan's left breast. "No heart," she said.

Now the Admiral had to lift an eyebrow. "Does that visor give her x-ray vision?"

"No," Riley said. "It does not."

The Admiral scratched his chin for a moment, then he exclaimed. "All right! Enough banter. Tell me exactly what it is you need."

"I need permission to investigate the recovered escape pod and its passenger. Dr. Delaney is to help me in this task."

The Admiral shrugged. "Granted. The escape pod is not from any of my ships, so I see no reason to care. Ms. Swan, get Dr. Delaney up here. Let her deal with this."

"The doctor has already been paged. She should arrive at the lobby shortly."

The Admiral pulled out another cigar from his inner jacket pocket. "Then I trust we are done here?" It was not a question.

****

Riley and Salome were escorted outside by Ms. Swan. When they reached the lobby, the android identified Dr. Delaney before returning to the office.

"Dr. Delaney," Riley called to her. "Have you been briefed?"

"Yes," the young woman confirmed. She extended her hand and Riley shook it. "Call me Linda."

"I'm Riley. It's good to finally meet someone who looks tolerably friendly here."

Linda Delaney looked like a poor imitation of the K:80-S1 android. She was pretty, but her face lacked the refined features of a true beauty. It looked like she had done her hair in a hurry. It was blonde and it was done up in a ponytail, like the android's, but it was rather messy. Strand of hair hang along the sides of her face.
Her figure was shapely, but where Ms. Swan had an almost perfect hourglass figure, Linda had more of a pear shaped figure with wider hips and a smaller bust. This lack of symmetry meant that she could never achieve the android's natural grace. Nevertheless, her buxom posterior was quite appealing.

The suit that she wore was similar to Ms. Swan's, but it was navy blue rather than grey. It didn't fit her quite as well and there was some barely visible wrinkles in it. The skirt were of a slightly different shade of blue than the jacket, and there was a dark stain on it.

Despite all this, Riley immediately found her more endearing than the cold and aloof Ms. Swan. Her shy smile seemed earnest and the constant flickering with her pen was rather cute.

"You're an engineer? Could you perhaps tell me about the K:80-S1 model?" Riley asked with interest.

"Ms. Swan? The Admiral commissioned her to be his assistant and bodyguard. Cost him more money than one of our largest transport freighters. The technology was all experimental, based on science that was simply theoretical. There was no way to know if she would even work." Linda's shaky voice sounded almost reverent. "Luckily, she was a success. She's indeed the ├╝bermensch - a homo superior."

"Perhaps you underestimate the capabilities of humans, Linda." Riley nodded towards Salome. "My companion here is a Dakini. We discovered their cloistered cult in a monastery in the Akasha desert. At first, our scientist thought they were a new race of humans. Instead, it seems like their priestesses have managed to unlock some of humanity's hidden potential."

"Such as?"

"Heightened senses, quick reflexes and physical and mental endurance."

Dr. Delaney pointed at Salome's visor with her pen. "What is that around her eyes?"

"The Dakini traditionally wear masks, veils or other blindfolds to cover their eyes and block their sight. We have developed these visors for them. The screen in front of her eyes can be turned from translucent to opaque with the switch of a button."

"And what would the purpose be?"

"Firstly, it has religious significance. It's a modesty thing. Secondly, it allows them to tap into the full potential of their heightened senses. Salome keeps it set on opaque most of the time, but the handicap is hardly noticeable. She can do almost anything except read while blinded."

Linda folded her arms around her clipboard. "Are you pulling my leg?" she asked with a frown.

"After meeting your Admiral I'm not really in the mood for telling jokes," Riley said. "Believe me: Once I've finished my psychological analysis on this Dakini, we may be able to condition soldiers that are much more effective than androids or ordinary marines on steroids."

Dr. Delaney looked unconvinced. "That will have to be sometime after you've checked out the pod," she said.

"Don't remind me," Riley groaned. "I thought I was going to wake up orbiting a lovely rainforest colony. Instead, I found myself here."

Linda's frown vanished and her expression became empathic. Putting a hand on Riley's shoulder, she said: "It looks like you could use some rest. Take the elevator up to the V.I.P. lounge. I'll call ahead and arrange quarters for you and make sure everything is ready for your work tomorrow."

****

Riley and Salome entered the elevator together. After pressing the appropriate buttons on the console, the former breathed a heavy sigh of relief and sat herself down on the elevator's floor. The latter didn't look tired at all. Her face was as expressionless as ever, but somehow Riley knew something was troubling her.

"Speak freely," Riley invited her.

"There is something going on here and we need to do something. The whole place is corrupt and is rotting from the inside."

Riley smiled at her companion's simple ways. "And what do you suggest we do about it?"

"We remove the heads of the hydra. The Admiral must be executed and his golem destroyed. Then we take control of the fortress and bring the soldiers in line. There may be more executions after that."

"Salome, I envy you your naïve mind. There is a lot of evil in this world, but most of the time we are forced to ignore it. You have no idea how impossible what you suggest is."

"It may seem that way, but God protects the righteous. Our commitment to justice will be rewarded, even should we die."

Riley pressed the emergency stop button, causing the elevator to screech and grind to a halt.

"Salome, I need to know that you remember your loyalties."

"Of course."

"Good. We are far away from Earth and from your monastery. This is a dangerous place. I need to know that you will follow my orders and not act on your own instincts."

"I will speak my mind when we are alone. Otherwise, my sword is yours."

"Good. The Admiral will not get a good review in my report. You can count on that."

Riley pulled out the emergency stop button. The elevator started moving so quickly that she was almost thrown off her feet.

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May 7, 2018 in blowjob

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