Thursday, October 15, 2020

Chapter 262 - A Day in the Life

 

(Ehyu Family Practice, Yokosaki, Nuevo Edo)

 

Doctor Wellington Ehyu was thoroughly enjoying his new life. Ever since he had left the sandy wasteland of kisArra behind, he had been in a literal paradise. And it was all thanks to that one Nomad.

 

He had been one of the only doctors worthy of the title on kisArra, but all he ever did was patch up smugglers and workers after bar fights, and treat an endless tide of spacers who contracted a suspicious burning after their time with the spaceport whores. Oh, he certainly never lacked for business. He was, after all, one of the only doctors on the planet, not counting the Freemen healers. But it was all just so dreadfully dull.

 

Then, that arrogant Nomad came sauntering back into kisArra, confident he could take on all comers. He’d grown from a no-name freighter pilot into a major businessman, and it had done nothing for the man’s ego. Especially since, if even a quarter of the rumors were true, he’d done plenty to warrant that swagger in his stride.

 

However, he had been talking about a brand-new colony that had just opened up for trade. Or, rather, not a new colony, but an old one that had just been found. All the benefits of a new colony, eager for trade, with none of the nasty issues that came with taming an untouched wilderness.

 

Ehyu had been considering how he could retire and get somewhere far off-world from kisArra, but had never had the liquid credits for it. Sure, he had his stockpile of spice as a retirement fund, but that was hard to turn into cash, unless you knew a buyer. Worse, any of the buyers he found visiting kisArra would know that it was a buyer’s market. He’d get maybe a tenth of what it was worth, if he was lucky.

 

Hiring the Nomad to do some ‘housekeeping’ and clean up his accounts had gotten him liquid capitol he needed. Paying him in the spice he’d saved as his retirement fund had not just covered the costs of that housekeeping, but also his transport to this new colony, where the only sand was at a beach, or in a child’s sandbox. Learning along the way, as he did, that the colony was 80% female was an unexpected boon.

 

Even today, Nuevo Edo’s male population was still only three out of every ten permanent residents. The transient population, the spacers, merchants, tourists, and the like, were almost nine out of ten the other way, however. Once they’d joined the wider galaxy, Nuevo Edo had quickly created several high-profile resorts where tourists could come and be certain in finding plenty of female companionship, without any of the normal hassle of paying whores.

 

All those new residents and tourists inevitably had medical needs from time to time. As one of the few male doctors on the planet, well, most of the men came to him when it was necessary to talk about certain subjects. Some things never changed.

 

Of course, there were some men who went to see female doctors for everything except those most ‘sensitive’ topics. Some of them just went to whoever was closer. More than one enjoyed the look on the female doctor’s face whenever they were told to drop their shorts and spread their legs for a physical. Being on a planet of 70% females meant that any man got a very healthy ego boost from their size, since the women barely had anything to compare to.

 

Of course, Ehyu couldn’t deny benefiting from the situation, either. His nurse was very pretty, well trained, and oh, so happy to be here, working with one of the rare men. He made sure to give her plenty of juicy gossip to go spreading around to all her friends, making them jealous of her, and the attention he gave her.

 

It wasn’t like he was blind to what she was doing. Working with a man was so rare that it was a status symbol. Getting his ‘attention’ every couple days made his nurse one of the most ‘relaxed’ women in the city. And, after she had started telling her stories, he’d actually gotten an uptick in patients. Female patients.

 

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his office door. Looking up, he smiled as he saw Rubi sticking her head in. “Doctor, your three o’clock is here.”

 

“Thank you, Rubi. I’ll be right over.”

 

He took a moment to look up the file for this patient. Hori Nagisa, age 18. New patient, here for an initial physical. Father unnamed, with only a Breeding Registry Number given, but that wasn’t uncommon for men who were in protective custody because of the shortage. Only reason they even recorded the registry numbers was to prevent inbreeding (a task that was made much more difficult when considering the population demographics). Mother was… Hmm. This should be interesting.

 

Picking up a tablet with the girl’s information on it, he rose from his desk and left the office, closing the door behind him. It was only a few quick steps from his office to the examination rooms. Due to a quirk in the construction of the building, the exam rooms were soundproofed quite nicely. Totally coincidental, of course.

 

Walking into the room, he smiled as he saw the two women standing there. His eyes came to rest on Hori Shizue, the mother, first. Her features were, like most Nuevo Edoans, a mix of Japanese and Hispanic features, and she had been blessed with the best of them. A doll-like face and raven-colored hair, a healthy set of Cs on her chest, with a slender waist, wide hips, and a nice, round butt that was nice and firm, even after having a kid.

 

With a smile that he had only rarely had to force since coming to paradise, he said, “Ah, Hori-san! Rubi didn’t tell me such a beauty decided to step through my door today! If I didn’t know better, I would swear that she was jealous.” As Shizue blushed and giggled, I turned my attention to her daughter.

 

Nagisa was a younger version of her mother, in all the right ways. Oh, she wasn’t as developed, not yet. But he could see that she was going to be a real beauty. But then, so was everyone on this pleasure world.

 

“And who is this vision with you, hmm? You didn’t tell me you had a little sister, Hori-san!” He winked roguishly at the young girl.

 

“Oh, Ehyu-sensei!” Shizue giggled. “Behave yourself. This is my daughter, Nagisa. She turned 18 today, and you know the health board says she needs a new physical.”

 

I smiled at her. “Oh, fine.” Turning to look at Nagisa, who was fidgeting nervously with her school uniform, I said, “Well, Nagisa-san, I am Doctor Ehyu. I’ll be conducting your examination, and making sure you’re in good health for the state health board’s records. Do you have any questions before we begin?”

 

Once I’d answered the few questions that Nagisa had, I showed Shizue out of the room. Nagisa sat on the exam chair, her feet hanging over the side. As I began the examination, I couldn’t help but think that she really was her mother’s daughter.

 

It was a fact that there were no really ‘ugly’ ladies on Nuevo Edo. Well, from a genetics standpoint, at least. Injuries, disease, obesity, and other such things still affected people, but there were very few naturally ugly people on the world. People started at ‘attractive’, from his point of view, and went up from there. Honestly, without any false modesty, if it weren’t for the population imbalance, he would consider every lady on the planet in a league above his own.

 

The reason for this abundance of beauty was simple enough. The initial colonists on the colony ship had been given genetic screenings to go with the psychological evaluations and other tests, which filtered out many genetic disorders that could threaten the health of the colonists. Selecting those with strong genetic profiles had the side effect of picking those who were, as a rule, on the high side of average or better when it came to physical looks. Later on, when genetic providers (in other words, men) were at a premium, to the point where the government had to step in and manage breeding, well, it becomes a simple matter to prioritize healthier pairings while sending bad genetic stock to much lower priority queues.

 

It wasn’t a eugenics program, not in the typical manner. They weren’t selecting based on racial lines, or out of some ideals of ‘purity’. And the history of humanity’s brushes with eugenics had, thankfully, taught them not to exclude genelines altogether, lest potential adaptations and markers be lost. Cutting out chunks of Humanity’s genetic profile never worked well. It always ended in some kind of horrible disaster.

 

Instead, they just relegated those with bad genetics to tertiary or lower priority on breeding lists. So, they might breed once, perhaps twice in their lives, while other women, ones with stronger genes, might have four or five children. This kept the number of ‘weak gene’ individuals down, while still ensuring that the genes survived.

 

And it was important that even the weak genes survived. After all, a genetic malady like sickle cell proved to increase survival rates against malaria. Even ‘flaws’ could be used to improve a colony’s survival chances. So, flaws were minimized, managed, but never eliminated. Who knew what genetic quirk might prove life-saving in the face of all the things one might find on alien worlds?

 

Nagisa’s eyes, ears, and reflexes all seemed to be perfectly within the normal range for Nuevo Edoans, which put her on the high side of average for unmodified humans from Terra. Very nice. “You’re doing very well, Nagisa. Now, we’ll need to check your breathing. If you’ll open your shirt for me?”

 

Nagisa bit her lip, but began unbuttoning her school blouse, revealing a white bra underneath. Ehyu went about the physical examination, taking her measurements, and listening to her breathing through the stethoscope. Everything seemed in order. Her heart rate was elevated, and jumped up every time he touched her, but that was fine. He was, almost certainly, the first man to see her like this, so it was only natural for her to be a bit nervous.

 

“Very good, Nagisa-san. Now, for the next part of the examination, you’ll need to lay down, and put your feet up in the stirrups, all right?” As she started to lay down, Ehyu noticed another flash of white under her blue skirt. “Oh, and I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to remove your panties.”

 

“M-my panties? But why, Sensei?”

 

“Because it is a physical examination, Nagisa-san. You can’t expect me to examine you through your panties, can you? Don’t worry about a thing. I am a trained doctor, after all.”

 

She nodded slowly. “Ok.”

 

As she began pulling off her panties, he said, “Now, don’t worry about a thing. Your mother went through the same exact exam when she came for a checkup a few months ago, and she was fine, right?”

 

Nagisa nodded, and he drew the paper curtain across her waist, to give her an illusion of privacy. Sitting on a stool between her spread legs, he leaned in close, to examine the schoolgirl’s folds. “Well, I can see no obvious marks or defects on the outside. That is good.”

 

Ehyu paused for a second, and then said, “Now, lets test your sensitivity for a second, before we get to the internal examination.” With a practiced motion, he stroked a finger along Nagisa’s lower lips, lightly tracing their outline.

 

“Ah!”

 

He ignored her little outburst, as he slowly parted her lips, and his thumb flicked across her clit. “Initial sensitivity seems to be well within normal ranges.” He saw a glistening where his fingers were toying with her. “And you’re self-lubricating nicely. Very good.”

 

Nagisa gasped in shock as the cold steel of the speculum touched her skin. She shuddered as it spread her open. But Ehyu continued his examination. “Yes, this looks quite good. Everything looks quite healthy. And I can see you still have your hymen, Nagisa-san.”

 

The girl squirmed at that mention, but Ehyu began stroking his finger across her clit to distract her. “Now, don’t worry about that. This is part of why your mother brought you to me for your physical examination, after all.”

 

As he spoke, Ehyu slipped the speculum out of her vagina. The scanners focused on the table would already have all the data he needed, except for the blood sample he would take later, to send to the lab. But some things didn’t always show up on scans, and common AI programs sucked at dealing with patients, which is why clinics still had the ‘human touch’.

 

And he continued with that human touch as he stood up from the stool, his fingers moving slowly along the sides of Nagisa’s folds, testing the waters now and then. When he decided she was ready, he pulled his fingers away. “All right, now for a bit of a larger probe, to fully test your sensitivities.” And, with a practiced motion, he freed his swollen cock from its confinement.

 

“It is time for the practical portion of the physical exam, Nagisa-san.”



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Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Chapter 261 - Simply Business

 

(Private Room, Raven’s Roost Bar, Black Star Station, Dimiya System)

 

“So, like I said, I can get you three crates of the BFG-2000s, and two full containers of the XM-27s. The BFGs are psy-weapons, so no need to haul around ammo or batteries, as long as your people have enough brain power to keep it up, but the XMs use ballistic rounds. I can get you another container full of ammunition for them, easy. And you can fit a LOT of ammo in one of those containers.”

 

Genda Thadik, Second of his Name, Gunda of the North, Dol Signed, Heir to the True King of Sandar grit his teeth as he looked at the knelfi ‘merchant’ sitting across the table from him. As a true son of the Dendrak people, from the God-World Dendra, he should not even be speaking with this unclean filth. By rights, he should take up his traditional axe and bury it in the knelfi’s face as the proper start to cleansing God’s creation of their filth.

 

He held his tongue, however. Nothing good ever came from dealing with the unclean offworlders, but he was desperate. And the merchant had what he needed. That many weapons would go a long way towards helping them in their fight against the Confederate invaders that had held his people down for too long.

 

He nodded once, and said, “That is acceptable. What of the rest of the things I asked for?”

 

Ryul Yelro smiled winningly, though it had little effect on the Dendrak. Or did it? It was always hard to tell with their bodies which seemed to be made of stone. At any rate, if he nailed down this contract, then it could be the start of big business for him, so long as he could keep the weapons flowing.

 

“Well, some of them are easier than others, you understand. Let’s start with melee. You have a wide selection there, but I would recommend ones that take advantage of your natural strength and mass. Energy sabers are great for the light, quick types, since they can cut steel like butter, but they lack the mass of a solid blade, which means someone’s raw strength is effectively useless with them. Now, you might want to keep a couple around, since they are easy to conceal, if you know what you’re doing, but, for your people, it would be more of an assassin’s weapon than a freedom fighter’s weapon.

 

“Fortunately, you got options when it comes to weapons that take advantage of your power. Obviously, the megafist is the simplest of them, just being a gauntlet that you wear over your normal hand, which provides enhanced weight to your blows, with enhancements to your natural strength. Then you have your lightning hammer, which is a two-handed hammer that can shock foes in addition to beating them, damaging flesh and disrupting electronics. The power sword and power claws are variations of the same technology, using a light electric field to turn the blades into a monofilament edge, and increasing their durability, making them capable of slicing almost as well as an energy saber.

 

“But my personal favorite, especially if you’re trying to drive home the point that people should think twice before crossing you, would be the chain weapons. Basically, some damned fool human took a tool for cutting down trees, and thought, ‘Hey, it would be great if I could hit someone in the face with this!’ Obviously, the materials and engineering are much more advanced than the original item, but they are brutally effective against body armor and flesh. They come in three main forms, swords, axes, and fist weapons.”

 

Genda considered that for a moment. What the merchant said made sense. And he had seen video of weapons like what the merchant described in action before. They would be very effective in the hands of his warriors. Of course, every warrior had their own preferences, when it came to weapons.

 

“I see. Would it be possible to get a selection of weapons, so my warriors can find ones that suit their training? They will already have to learn the new firearms, after all.”

 

“Sure, sure. You wanted weapons for five hundred, with the possibility to expand to a thousand in short order, right? Then how about one hundred megafists, one hundred lightning hammers, two hundred sets of power claws, two hundred power swords, fifty chainfists, fifty chainaxes, and three hundred chainswords? I’ll even throw in five of the energy sabers for ‘special occasions’, since you’re buying in bulk.”

 

Genda nodded. “Acceptable. And what of the rest?”

 

Ryul grinned. “Done with the main course, on to dessert, yeah? All right, then. Let’s talk explosives.”

 

 

(Safehouse, Black Star Station, Dimiya System)

 

Amra Lorasys just shook her head at what she was hearing. Rebels and separatist groups were simply a fact of life when you were dealing with a single planet, much less an interstellar polity. Well, once you got past a certain population level, at least. New colonies, like Star’s Reach, simply hadn’t had time to develop them, yet.

 

In the Confederation, most of the worlds had been settled for a very long time. They’d had plenty of time to develop their own cultures, and, with them, their own rebels. Honestly, it would be more surprising if there weren’t any rebels in the Confederation.

 

At last count, across the two hundred and eighty-seven systems that made up the Confederation, there were five hundred and ten different rebel organizations, separatist fronts, or religious crusades in operation. Roughly four hundred of them were mostly peaceful groups, that were working to try and change things from inside the system. Another fifty were proponents of revolutionary change, but were too small in scope to do more than a local impact.

 

The rest? Well, they were the problems that kept the Confederate Intelligence Service’s domestic wing busy. Thankfully, most were too self-destructive, either in their ideology or their methods, to have a long-term impact, though that didn’t downplay the damage that they could cause in the short term. Some, however, were far more problematic.

 

The Fist of God was one of those far more problematic groups. The Dendrak were a race of lithomorphs, their bodies composed primarily of a form of granite, giving them incredible strength and durability. They also moved surprisingly fast, when they wanted to, making them incredibly dangerous combatants, even without technology.

 

The Dendrak lived on the world of Sandar, a volcanic world rich in mineral and metal wealth. The world was utterly inhospitable to any more normal form of life, giving the Dendrak a lack of natural predators or rivals save the great fire worms. This lack of competition stunted their technological progress in roughly the iron age.

 

Before the Confederation found them, just over four hundred years ago, they remained in this iron age society, ruled over by an absolute theocratic monarchy. The True King of Sandar was also the High Priest of the God-world that they walked upon. Or something like that. The description in the briefing pack she was given before the start of this mission went into some combination of alien philosophy, history, and religion that she neither knew nor cared about.

 

The Sandar system, being only thirty light-years from Dimiya, was one of the first systems annexed by the Confederation as it began growing. In those early days there hadn’t been any rules against simply taking a pre-FTL species’ homeworld and turning the species into a servant race. Those rules had been written largely because of Dendrak, and the Sandar Revolt.

 

The True King and his people did not take kindly to their annexation, once it was described to them, and fought back. They fought back surprisingly well, considering that they were using iron age technology against a civilization that controlled the high orbitals. As the Confederate Navy soon discovered, orbital strikes are of limited use against creatures that can ‘swim’ through stone.

 

The Sandar Revolt took ten years to put down. Ever since, the descendants of the True King and their faithful had been making trouble, off and on, trying to regain control of their planet, by any means necessary. Over the centuries, their numbers had been whittled down through attrition, until only about eighty thousand Dendrak remained in the current day. And still they fought.

 

The Fist of God was merely the most recent group to follow the True King in their quest to take on the Confederation. Their limited numbers and primitive weaponry kept them from being a true threat, of course. But that, it seemed, was about to change.

 

When the CIS got word that Genda Thadik, leader of the Fist of God, had actually travelled off of Sandar, something that no member of the Fist or its previous incarnations had ever done, as far as the intelligence agency knew, eyebrows were raised. When he booked passage on a freighter headed to Dimiya, the CIS took notice. When the freighter’s destination was listed as the Black Star Station, people got worried.

 

The station itself wasn’t the problem, of course. It wasn’t even the station’s owner, or the company he ran, if Amra was honest with herself. No, the problem was that the station was run as a ‘grey market’ port, where grey could move to black in an instant.

 

The criminal element loved it, of course, despite the hefty ‘protection’ fees Black Star charged the syndicates. A safe harbor and neutral ground, not run by the Dimiya Trade Authority, was worth the fees. Of course, the protection itself was worth every credit. The last group to try and cause trouble on the station had found themselves on the outside of the station without a suit, and then Black Star’s lawyers went to work on their families with a ruthlessness that was usually the province of Confederate Internal Revenue Service agents.

 

Needless to say, the hottest syndicate war became ice cold on Black Star’s station.

 

The CIS tolerated a certain level of criminal activity, of course. Trying to wipe out the criminal element was as futile a task as trying to wipe out all rebels. And managing the level of activity wasn’t CIS’s department, thankfully.

 

Even the arms dealer, Yelro, was not a major concern for the CIS. Their kind were useful enough, so long as they didn’t trade in things like nukes, or other truly nasty weapons. Being able to get weapons of questionable provenance was always a useful thing for CIS agents.

 

Thankfully, Yelro was one of the ‘known’ arms dealers. He mostly worked with mercenary groups and syndicates, but sold to pirates and rebels as well. That meant he knew where the limits were. If he was going to sell any of the really nasty stuff, he wouldn’t do it in any way that it could be traced back to him, and he certainly wouldn’t do it from here.

 

But that didn’t mean she could just ignore that the Fist of God was looking to gain modern weaponry. And not just small numbers. With the amount of weapons they were looking to buy, that meant—

 

Knock. Knock. Knock.

 

Wait. Who was knocking? She hadn’t ordered anything, and wasn’t expecting anyone. With a mental command, she sent a command to her electronics, switching them to their ‘civilian’ displays. Checking once more to make sure there was no visible sign that she was anything other than the traveler she was supposed to be, she took a breath, and went to the door.

 

She was about to reach her hand to the intercom to see who was at the door, when the door opened of its own accord. She knew she had locked that door! Amra was surprised, but training kicked in, as her hand moved to the pistol on her hip.

 

“That would be incredibly unwise, Agent.”

 

She her brain caught up to what her eyes were seeing. A lone knelfi man, dressed in the Black Star Corporate Security uniform, a badge on his chest. He had a pistol, like hers, but she noticed that his was already in hand, and pointed directly at her chest.

 

She slowly pulled her hand away from her pistol. “So, to what do I owe this ‘pleasure’? And do you have a name?”

 

“I have several. But any that I’d tell you would be as meaningless as the fake name you used to sign for this hotel room. As for why I am here, that is simple. You were spying on one of the residents of the station.”

 

“Wait, are you trying to say that the arms dealer is connected to Black Star? Is that why you’re protecting the deal?”

 

“Oh, nice try, but that isn’t it at all. You see, Mr. Thadik paid for the private room, with the discrete staff option. He neglected to pay for the privacy screening measures, or he simply did not know about them. Either way, that is why your bug was allowed to remain in the room.

 

“However, this brings us to the matter of the fees you owe. First, there is the privacy violation fee, with a penalty for forgetting to purchase it before you began spying on customers on Black Star Station. Second, you have the optional discretion fee, where we don’t inform the parties you were spying on that you were spying on them. And third, you have the optional fee to skip the mandatory thirty day ‘cooling off’ period before you will be allowed to report your information to your superiors. All told, your bill, with the optional extras, comes to 254,340 credits.”

 

“And if I refuse to pay this blackmail?”

 

“You will be shot for violating station rules, and ejected from the station towards Dimiya’s surface. Your fees will then be presented to the CIS, with an added 1000% processing fee, and a public statement will be made about CIS spying on private citizens on corporate property, while exposing your name, and as many names and cover identities of your superiors and fellow agents as we can uncover. All pitched as concern for the rights of common citizens of the Confederation.”

 

Amra grit her teeth. The smug bastard had her over a barrel, and at gunpoint, and he knew it. “I don’t have access to those kinds of discretionary funds.”

 

“That’s fine. Our security experts have arranged for the comm set on the table that came with your room can temporarily serve as a secure line, so you can talk to your superior. Your actual superior, not the cut out you report to. The number is pre-dialed and waiting for you to initiate the call.”

 

Amra tried to keep from hanging her head in defeat. There wasn’t going to be any way of getting out of this clean, it seemed. As she reached for the phone, she said, “So, what tipped you?”

 

The nameless security officer chuckled. “That’s need to know, and you don’t. Now, make your call, or we start moving into the other options.”



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