A rose by any other name.

Leaving the planet quickly would take weeks, full repairs to have a good shot at going back to UTF occupied space would be even longer.

That was a lot of time to act, no matter what was your choice.

And given what you were thinking about it would not be too much.

The days and night since you arrived on Verdana 4 were often illuminated by balls of fire falling from the sky. Grey and Draykchin ships killed in orbit were falling, with less grace than you managed.

Grey ships! Without living Greys in it were a bounty. With the addition of only a few scraps of their tech to the microfactory in the Gorgon the possibilities were astounding.

Alice was designed on materials and techs from the same origin.

You could transform her.

Alice the F969 pleasure bot you took from Vice-Admiral Stretton would get you in trouble.

But what if it wasn’t who you went back with?

The voluntarily artificial looking of the plain cream white skin, copper colored hair and gemlike green eyes could be made more realistic, even looking perfectly human.(categorically banned by the UTF charter on cybernetics but at this point it wasn’t an issue.)

You had the buried bodies of Smith and Williams, the work would be gross but if you reclaimed their neural implants (only proof if identity needed these days) Alice could be morphed into one of them.

And there were the squad of Valkyr that Tania led, boarding a Grey ship in a three way space battle is a **** warrant, with a little of the same programming that could lead you to jail Alice could become one of them.

Or maybe she could pass as a humain prisoner or one of their descendant freed from the xenos by your heroic actions.

Or even a more exotic look to impersonate a member a of a minor xeno specie that the Grey had put on this world.

You saw Alice smile. You had to run thise ideas through your implant to run calculations and see if it could be done. Sending you video was one thing but your internal workplace was behind the highest encryption your over 200 IQ could think of, she was clearly aware of what you thought.

You now had to watch what you let your mind send through your implant as what you always thought of as the only truly private place in the universe had a guest.

"Alice, it could work! ID can be faked and with the charge that could be laud against me, one more little thing like that won't matter if they find out about it." You said.

She walked to you on a fast pace, on you in an instant.

Furiously kissing you, she was stripping of the uniform with one hand while holding you with the other.

"My captain, my master, my love, you know how to talk to a lady! And you are so getting laid!" She told you. "And you won’t get the cheap stuff. I'll pick one of the good ones from my repertory."

The plan was going to save your life.

But would you survive the reward you'll get for it?