Cerule, Beginning
Cerule, Beginning
Chapter 1
“Its 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. Jake actually been awake for several minutes but couldn’t seem to open his eyes. But he could hear, dammit, and what he heard didn’t exactly fill him with confidence. His superiors were in a rush over the procedure, a procedure that had everything to do with Jake and he was non too happy about a rush over anything about this might mean for his survival.
The female harshly whispered response was one he’d heard many times before. It belonged to his boss, the Admiral, Janet Fenton. “It doesn’t matter, she rasped. “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, lets get him prepped and on his way.”
The Admiral’s voice was female and a low, but commanding alto. Jake didn’t feel the wake spray zap my bicep, but felt the adrenaline charge, so power ful he sat right up in bed with an ease that nearly catapulted him to the floor. As it was, he was standing on bare feet off the end of the bed much to the startled yelps of everyone hovering.
“Commander! The authoritative snap of the Admiral’s full voice, brought him around so fast he felt his cock swing from left to right to slap against his right hip. I looked down and his eyes blinked in surprise as he thought, 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?
But he couldn’t help it, at least not at that moment. He’d been average in endowment as long as he could remember of his fifty years, with an average build and somewhat regular features. Dicks were dicks. They’d never interested him particularly except as a necessary piece of equipment for dealing with urination and with fucking his beloved wife, over whom he was still besotted, despite all that had happened. But this body? Young, with an eight pack of muscle leading down to dark pubic hair around a thick root and pendulous shaft and weighty plump balls that had to be at least eight inches, flaccid. No telling what it was, at full mast! Just looking at it and the studly lower body it adorned did strange things to his thoughts. He wanted to reach for it and feel it. It even twitched and stirred just from his own admiration.
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 Jake, he’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 he 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 him, helping Jake into white leggings that fit him 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 of this transpired while the Admiral was speaking in a flood as Jake dressed. The final item was a signate ring of silver with a seal words circling a staff and what looked like slanting rain across it. As I examined it, the Admiral, continued on, her words coming swiftly.
“Commander, as you see you are an bio-ficial-golem body for the Insert operation for the planet the highly advanced Ral, that we serve, call Cerule. You’ve already been briefed prior to going under. You do remember that?”
Jake jerked his head in a nod. His new head. “Yes Sir, I remember.”
Admiral Fenton’s face softened for a moment in relief. “Good, that makes this easier. You remember that Captain Evan’s ship was destroyed. He was our first candidate. You, Commander, are our second and your going instead. You may recall that wounds weren’t life threatening from the loss of your own destroyer,, but we really have no choice, and neither do you.”
Jake looked at her, feeling himself swallow the bolt of shock that sizzled through him. He’d been gathering his thoughts, reclaiming the situation, but hearing it put so baldly again, shook him.
“The Xeltods are right behind us, but with any luck they will chase us and miss your stealth pod.” Admiral Fenton went on.
Still in a daze, Jake was jerked forward by the Admiral’s grip on his arm. “You need to get going, immediately. Just one question. How much do you remember of the memories of the person your new body is a replacement and replica of?”
Jake just looked at her as they walked. “I.. don’t really remember anything.”
Her head snapped around at this with a look of dismay. “Never mind, I am told the AI implant has those memories in a bank fo data of sorts and will act as your back up. For anything you don’t remember of his memories you can feign amnesia. The implant is thoroughly versed in Cerule society and basic laws and customs. Just ask it for what you need.”
Jake just nodded, feeling numb.
As they walked quickly, the Admiral continued on in a torrent. “I will remind you Your golem body is made with a heavy percentage of Eillum in its cellular structure. You several times stronger than a human, and as I said, your brain is equipped with a biocomputer that is impervious to damage unless something every manages to get through your Dia-duriltitanium 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. Primitive in some ways, but, ah there is no time to explain… oh yes and that ring identifies you and your position and possibly your family.”
“My wife!” Jake blurted, suddenly thinking of her.
“Your what?” The Admiral said, looking at him incredulously.
“Angie, has anyone told her?”
The Admiral gave Jake an impatient look. “When we get back to Bertrum Base, she will be notified you died.”
“Shit! Aww, Angie…”
“Commander, don’t be an idiot.” They came to a stop as Admiral Fenton turned to him and practically yelled, “Your wife was cheating on you. You know that. You apparently walked in on her fucking my husband on four separate occasions, 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 to be a back up on this mission.
“Well I know, “Jake said, feebly, “but, I loved her… we…”
The Admiral overrode his protests with an exasperated shake of her head and turned to the junior officers at her side. “Get him out of here and down to the pod. I would argue with the Ral as to why they chose this idiot, but we’ve no time.”
Maybe he was still weak from the rush to wake him and get him ready, but as she and her aides dragged Jake down the corridor to the lift, he didn’t put up resistance. Instead his eyes fell upon 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 did he look at a male ass that way?” Shit! Did he say that out loud?
Without stopping our progress the Admiral wrapped out, “Stars save me from idiots! Commander, our Cerule subject was extremely homosexual. It was very likely this was well known to his people. If you, as him, now show up with a different orientation, how would that be convincing?”
“If I may, Admiral, usually golem Trans patients are a bit disoriented.” This from the Lieutenant who was glancing back at him shyly, and cheekily at the same time. Jake wanted to kiss him, and slap him at the same time. Ok, well spank him then…
“Oh My STARS!” he squawked, again, out loud, but the Admiral was having non of it.
They hit the lift and were deposited moments later in the pod bay. The Admiral watched as her people practically threw Jake into the nearest pod, buckling him into my harness. The Lieutenant leaned way in to check things out, and winked! Such a cheeky little shit. Jake was seized by a frantic urge to kiss that friendly handsome face. It might be the only handsome friendly face he would ever see, and he’d never even kissed a guy.
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!”
Jake winced as he settled down into the strapings of his seat.
Not even a second went by before with a clank and a woosh that silenced immediately, the pod was ejected from the huge. Ship. Out through the single port, he had a brief glimpse of the gigantic capital ship’s hull dropping away.
Long training took over as he reached for the controls and said, “Commander Jake Saunders call sign zebra alpha seven six, niner five zebra. Taking active control.”
“Pod 35F, recognition, control given.” A metallic male computer voice answered..
Jake didn’t hang onto control long, just long enough to check over the telemetry, the pre flight programming, to give partial control back to that programming, take it again to check, and then release the pod from his control completely. The path was set, the coordinates for splash down set. Any further tinkering would jeopardize his survival rather then help.
With hours to go, Jake sat back and tried to quiet his mind and see if he couldn’t dredge up this other person’s memories he was supposed to have.
It was his job to take on the appearance and the memory, (I hoped I had that memory), of a minor aristocrat, and lead a counter to the world wide rule of someone the Ral, and the Humana League Fleet believed to be a danger not only to the planet of Cerule, but in time, to the galactic balance of power and the maintenance of oft times delicate peace.
The Humana League was in alliance with the Ral, a far more advanced race of belings that lived partly in another dimension, and serving their interests and the High Council and Parliament of the League, was something he had done all his life.
Jake really had not expected to be dropped here. He had expected to somehow survive the Xeltod attack on their squadron. He had expected any other candidate for this mission would have been selected before him. But nooooo! The attack caught them and Admiral Fenton’s supposedly secret little task as it approached the not very neutral, neutral zone. Even the flagship damaged, and any other candidate for this mission, this life long mission… VERY life long, provided he survived…,
Was dead.
“Ah, we are in stealth mode?” Jake said to the pod as non of the young man’s memories, whose body replica he wore, came to him. The only thing he had gotten so far from that person was that he was profoundly attracted to other men .
“Yes Sir.” The pods dull metallic voice responded.
“Just checking.”
Jake leaned back, figuring he had time until the next course correction and thought about Angie, his wife. He wasn’t sure she would grieve that much. Not really. He liked to think she would, but then slapped that thought down as being very petty of himself.
She had told, right off when she married, that she was chasing rank. She was in a non combat support role, serving as a logistics officer, but still, she wanted those Admiral’s broad stripes on her cuffs and made no bones about it.
So when Jake found her in bed the first time with then Commodore Bill Fentin, after coming home from the gym, he’s been stunned into immobility. He’d gawked in the door way, watching the Commodore’s ass hunching away and hearing my wife’s coos of pleasure.
Finally, he had managed to say something. “Angie! What is this? Ah, er hi Sir.” He had added to the Commodore as his brain scrambled with what he was seeing.
Jake still remembered his wife offering a wide smile, her flushed features managing to look almost angelically innocent\. “Jake, darling, Vice Admiral Fentin’s husband, you know the Commodore. He was just teaching me a massage technique.”
“A oh, a massage technique.” Jake had said, stupidly.
“Mmmhmm, for when your away on assignments. You know how lonely I get. Well with this technique I can relax and my yearnings are eased. Isn’t that wonderful?”
Jake loved Angie. He wanted so much to believe her. He’d foolishly just repeated, “oh, a massage technique. Well that’s great honey. Don’t stop then. I mean whatever works for you, dear.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 between grunts. The Commodore’s ass hadn’t even paused in it’s hunching.
Seeing the glazed look in his wife’s eyes, jake had left them to it, retreating to the kitchen, grabbing beer. Eventually, chased by moans and coos that sounded far to sexual, Jake had gone out onto our terrace to listen to the seagulls.
Thinking about it, Jake’s mind tumbled from remembering being stirred by that memory, to horror at his own denial.
And it had not stopped there. A few days later he had walked in on them in the shower. The Commodore had his beautiful wife up against the wall under the spray, humping away. Angie had explained that the massage technique had some subtle differences in water. By this time Jake wasn’t really buying it, but willing to go along, since seeing her like that with another man seemed to get him excited.
Jake had retreated out of the condo to the beach, but had walked down into the water. His 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 Jake had 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 his wife, and when the Admiral went to look for them, she took Commander Jake along. The Admiral found her husband in Angi and Jake’s hotel room, but her husband was lying on his back with a young Ensign, a male, officer doing something to him. Jake had figured it was that massage technique thing. Two guys though, ugh, Jake didn’t want to watch. But now, ironically his thread bare white tights stretched with a bit of swelling as his new, far larger cock seemed to be puzzled between excitement about that ensign and the Commodore or his wife in the shower. No, definitely not the wife in the shower. Not any more.
All seemed well until the fourth time… The fourth time was at the Star Base as Jake was awaiting orders to ship out.
Angi told Jake she had a meeting with her commanding officer, whom he knew was the same Commodore Fenton who had taught Angie massage techniques that seemed an awful lot like fucking. Jake learned that because when he went to wait for her, the commodore’s aide sent him back to his office, the door of which he 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.” He’d finally heard myself say.
She looked over at Jake, his lovely wife, her uniform shirt open, her big breasts splayed out as the Commodore nuzzled into her cleavage. She looked at him, almost lovingly and sighing, or was it moaning, it was hard to tell, and she said, “Ya think?”
Jake looked back, sadly, and found himself growing distant. Angie was captain of the logistical support ship Fantastic, nick named “Fat Fanny” because of it’s huge size. That ship and its commodore Fenton would be waiting for Admiral Fenton’s arrival back at base.
Jake wondered how long she would keep her rank with Admiral Fenton’s vengeance in the offing.
He looked out the port at the looming white and blue world with its dashes of green and brown land and thought of his mission.
The Humana League was asked to provide a hybrid golum representative, impervious to most harms and inherently talented, to act with the implanted memories of a dead Cerule native. The Ral had retrieved that said native Cerule from the seas after a sea battle, and after collecting the dead seaman’s memory ingrams had grown a replica. Jake was that replica, but with his own memories all he could think of at the moment, he wasn’t sure the Cerule native side of him, was even there. Hmm, that could be dicey where they were sending me.
The planet was drawing quite close.
Jake thought to check things out again, looking at all the indicators on the holographic control shield. 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. Jake was in free fall into the gravity of the planet There was no immediate need for panic. The course was set, the angle of entry optimal for a controlled splash down.
“Computer reboot and resume shielding the pod.” Jake commanded.
The computer said nothing and though the panel flashed with lights, most of those lights were either red or yellow. Several minutes passed as Jake gave new orders.
“Complete system reboot.” Jake ordered.
The ship’s control panels went black.
“Shit.” Jake said, gloomily.
After several minutes of nothing, of no reboot, and hearing the sound of a roar rising outside the pod and feeling the heat rising inside, Jake, who was phenomenally good at practicing denial, came to a reluctant conclusion. He was in was in deep shit.
He ried to calm himself by saying, “Ok, the hull on these pods is tough maybe the illumian radiation has fried the software, but… this pod is well able to withstand free fall. It will be perfectly intact.”
“But me?” Jake said out loud. “I am going to die and I hadn’t even started yet? Really?
He wondered if he could survive long enough to pull the manual lever overhead that would release the shoots that could slow the ship. The holo-graphic shield was supposed to last till then. This golum body had to be good for something, right?
Just before everything turned to agony, Jake screamed, “Angie, you bitch, why the fuck did you have to fuck the Admiral’s husband!!!!”
