Planning for contact with the enemy

That was disgusting. Laurence Joo sighed as he took off the sensor helm as the mental recording ended. Totally depraved. He shuddered at the memories, who could think those sorts of "entertainments" were enjoyable or attractive, what sort of warped psyche found the idea of, of, of being trapped as a ****-addled female **** on a primitive planet to their tastes... urgh.

"Not a pleasant experience?" Lieutenant Haversham, Joo's adjutant handed him a fresh towel to wipe his sweaty features.

"No, not pleasant at all. That was the last recording, I hope?" Joo asked as he composed himself and started to think like a Confederation Intelligence officer again rather than a tiny sex-crazed primitive bimbo addicted to enduring rough sex and giving blowjobs, the subject of the illegal holo-reality recording he had just suffered through. He was on board the Confederation observation station orbiting Acteon, a planet under UNESCO interdiction as a non-interference civilisation, if you could call the mad circus of ****, war and banditry the inhabitants constantly indulged in a "civilisation". No visitors were permitted officially, only Watchers and the occasional Interceder were permitted to go there to carry out their duties. No official visitors meant there was a constant stream of unofficial visitors, criminals, smugglers, wealthy thrill-seekers and the like as well as others who descended onto the planet by proxy, borrowing the bodies of the primitives by using supposedly-restricted mental exchange implants, "swappers".

Joo would have quite happily allowed the regular Confederation police to deal with the criminals if possible but Intel had been dragged into the mess after evidence spies from the Republic of Gomor were active on Acteon for some reason, subverting the natives and introducing forbidden technology. The Confederation and Gomor had been fighting an undercover proxy war for a long time before Intel finally got a breakthrough, uncovering a Confederation operative who was helping the criminals traffic bodies, goods and souls to Acteon with the involvement of known Gomorean agents.

Joo was devoutly religious, a believer in the Spirit of Man, a cult considered quaint in the modern world with tenets such as rigidly defined gender roles for males and females. Cult followers were often recruited into the Confederation Intelligence service since they had a strong moral sense and were regarded as incorruptible by the pleasures of the flesh or the lure of wealth thanks to their early mental indoctrination by their elders. Joo's defences had been severely strained by this particular operation's requirements to establish his bona fides but he sighed, he had stood firm bolstered by his beliefs and come through the trial. Now all the unpleasant preparations were over.

"That was the last recording, Commander. Our opponents now have good evidence that "Interceder" Joo is the sort of weak-minded degenerate that spends his off-time privately obsessing over Acteonese holo recordings, especially the perverted type where a man is tricked into occupying the body of a sex-besotted **** girl and suffers the consequences permanently." Haversham, Joo's adjutant was a fellow believer in the Spirit of Man and held similar opinions of those who visited Acteon to experience its corrupt social system as their personal dark playground.

"The holo playback logs should make me an obvious target for **** and manipulation. Once they think I'm helpless and theirs to order around we'll get an idea of what the Gomorans are up to on Acteon and put a stop to it." Gomor was a dystopian society in the eyes of the Spirit of Man cult with its citizens indulging in all sorts of obscene and perverted acts with no hesitation or doubt, according to reports and other investigations. For Joo this upcoming operation wasn't a job, it was a crusade.

"The drop shuttle will leave the station for the surface tomorrow. I will establish myself as a low-ranking knight under my own name just as planned and "intercede" with this Lord Blair character and then we'll see what happens. My neural link will keep you updated with what's going on around me. After that we'll make longer-term plans."

"Very well, Commander. I'll leave you to get some rest." Haversham saluted and left his superior's cramped quarters. Joo stood up to head for the shower, pushing the sensor helm aside and remembering, faintly, the hot sticky sweat the Acteonese girl's body had exuded as she bucked and moaned straddling the faceless man's lower body, the glow of pleasure she felt with her vagina filled to bursting point by the man's turgid protuberance, the sway of her heavy breasts pulling on her shoulders, the collar locked around her throat, her ****-enforced submissiveness... He shook his head. The Spirit of Man was with him, such memories were phantasms and mind-ghosts, not real for him, a man of the Spirit of Man and strong in his faith. He was sure that not even the strange Acteonese sex-**** could dissuade him from his inherent certainties about himself and the man who he was. Tomorrow then, and Acteon. He couldn't wait.