Ask for identification

Joanna looked at her link. They were too far underground for a solid link to the Persephone, or maybe “Michelle” and her friends were jamming the link. Her gut said probably the latter.

“You’re asking a hell of a lot for us to trust you without any kind of identification” Joanna glared. Even as she did she couldn’t help admiring the other woman’s body, her stealth suit was so tight that she was basically naked, you could easily see her nipples sticking out through the paint thick material, and there was a depression between her legs showing her sex.

The suit was so tight it was obvious that the operator shaved too. Joanna clenched around her vibrator and then orgasmed, gliss dripping down inside her armour. She bit her lip and tried to concentrate.

Michelle nodded “I guess we are” She was obviously talking to someone on her own communicator “ok, switch your suit communicator to frequency seven” Joanna did as the woman said and a coded burst squirted into her armour’s computer.

It decompressed, and Joanna frowned, official, Alliance orders for her cooperation. So, the woman was on the level. “Alright, so why aren’t you talking to my CO?”

“Because your CO has been already compromised by that corporate bastard on your ship.” Michelle shrugged “If there wasn’t a high degree of corporate involvement in this we wouldn’t be here.” She sighed “We wouldn’t be talking to you if this mission wasn’t a bust. We’ve lost people all over the cave system to these… things” she prodded a downed creature with a toe of her boot.

“What in the hell are they even?” Joanna asked “I read the briefing, wasn’t this planet supposed to have no native life?” She frowned “and what’s so damned important about this probe anyhow?”

Michelle shrugged “don’t look at me, I read the same planetary briefing you did, as for the probe, it’s a deep range job, went way beyond the boarders of settled space and came back, astronomical data would be worth a fortune for any corporation, which is exactly why the government wants it for the public good”

“Right. I can track that” Joanna nodded “So what do we do now?”

“Well, the cavern with the probe in is about a kilometre ahead. We storm the place, get the probe to the surface and back home safe.” Michelle smiled and pulled her SMG, several more figures materialising seemingly out of the air around her as their stealth suits disengaged. Joanna was glad she hadn’t started a fight, several of them had nasty looking high tech weapons like plasma guns, and they held them with a confident professionalism.

“Unfortunately, there’s just one little problem in the way” said one of the others, Joanna recognised her buxom figure from before, she’d been the one that Michelle had addressed as three.
“Oh yeah? What’s the problem?” Inez asked