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Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 18:10:04 -0500
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Assignment

I had to lie to the therapist. The truth was, I still heard Jen's voice and
sometimes I even spoke to her. My mind knew she was gone, but my soul just
wouldn't accept it. I trained all the time; it was the only way to keep
myself sane. Maybe the therapist believed me, maybe she just wanted to get
rid of me, or maybe she felt sorry for me. For whatever reason, they finally
released me.

"Not fit for active duty," they stamped on my file.

I was assigned to a close combat training facility. The higher-ups weren't
going to let my skills go to waste.

It was a nice school on a quiet, out-of-the-way planet. I had no complaints
about the equipment. The students were enthusiastic, and they worked so very
hard. I did the best I could, but it all seemed like a cruel joke to me.
Sure, I could teach them how to fight; we could wrap them up in new red
uniforms, load them in ships, and send them off to be massacred. I knew what
our leaders seemed unwilling to admit: we would never defeat the Emperor
with our technology.

At least my training gave them a chance in a hand-to-hand fight. I liked to
think what I taught might save a few lives. Each night I would close up the
gym and go back to my small apartment. The base commander tried to give me a
big house, but all the empty rooms made me uncomfortable. I would eat, and
try to relax. Some of the guys tried to fix me up with girls, but my heart
was just not in it. Eventually I would end up in bed and close my eyes.
Sometimes I would hear Jen's voice. Thinking about her was the only way I
could get to sleep.

In the morning I would always reach over to the other side of the bed.

"Jen? Are you there?" I would ask.

There was never an answer.

One day, as I was conducting a brutal training secession, my old Major
walked into the gym. He was by himself, and he had a thick red folder under
his arm. He stood in a corner and quietly watched as I took apart several of
my senior students. I could tell the Major needed to talk, so I wrapped up
the class and let the kids out early.

The Major followed me into my office. I sat down, but he remained standing.
He closed the door and looked at me with a familiar smile on his face.

"You're still the best," he said.

"I'm crazy, or haven't you heard?" I said.

The Major knew better than anyone what Jen meant to me. He looked around the
room for a minute while his mind found the right words.

"You know we have made contact with a new race," he said. "The smart boys
say they have some technology we could really use."

"Advanced weapons?' I asked.

He looked at me and shook his head.

"Apparently this race has never needed weapons. I don't think they even know
what a weapon is," the Major said.

"No weapons? Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.

The Major sat down.

"Listen, we need all the friends we can get," he said.

He tossed the red folder on my desk and pushed it in front of me. He wanted
me to open it, so I did. The file was full of pictures.

"Our Ambassador has been to their home world, so we invited their Ambassador
to our space. What you are looking at are photos of the alien Ambassador.
She and her daughter only arrived yesterday and today we found those photos
on an Imperial operative. They must be planning something," the Major said.

"So?" I said as I let the folder fall back on the desk.

The Major stood up and threw his hands in the air.

"So we have to protect her! If anything happens to their Ambassador, this
new alliance my fall through, we won't get any new technology, and our
people will keep getting slaughtered!" the Major said. "You know what's at
stake. You're not that crazy."

The room was silent as we both looked at each other. After a minute or two,
the Major calmed a little and sat back down.

"The Ambassador has asked for you by name. She wants you personally to guard
her daughter," he said. "This is a high-prestige assignment, it will get you
back to active duty."

I wasn't thinking about active duty. I was thinking about the butchers who
killed my sweet Jen. The same type of Imperial animals would be sent after
the Ambassador. Revenge was on my mind. The Major knew what I was thinking.
He leaned forward in his chair.

"You know they will send their best," he said.

My Major had come to get me, and he knew I couldn't say no.

"We leave now," he said.

After I gathered my gear, the Major and I boarded a high-speed transport
bound for our most secure and protected planet. While we traveled, I read
about our would-be allies. The information available was sketchy. Apparently
this was a very ancient and peaceful race. The hundred of worlds they
colonized were tranquil, and the inhabitants lived without fear or war. They
called themselves the Myuba. Our top scientists rated their technology as
highly advanced and of great value, despite their lack of weapons.

The ever-expanding Empire recently overran a remote Myuban colony. The
brutality of the Emperor was a total shock to them.

The file contained only a few photos of the Ambassador and only one of her
young daughter.

After I had read the file and there was nothing else to occupy my mind, I
closed my eyes and tried to relax. After a few minutes, Jen came to me. I
would have sworn she was there.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

It was so good to hear her voice.

"I miss you," I said.

"You'll need to be quick," she said. "Double quick."

Jen and I talked the rest of the trip. Maybe I really was insane.

When the Major and I arrived at the Ambassador's compound, I was shown to a
private room where I was promptly introduced to the Ambassador herself. She
sat in a large chair with a white veil over her lower face.

The Ambassador's command of our language was excellent.  In no uncertain
terms she made it clear to me that her daughter was the most important part
of her life. She was depending on me to keep her child safe so she could
focus on the diplomatic issues.

"Swear to me these barbarians will not harm my child," she demanded.

How could I make such a promise when these same murderers had taken my
beautiful Jen from me?

"They will have to kill me first," I said. "I don't kill easy."

She had no guards of her own.  She had never needed them. The Ambassador
asked me to come forward so she could put her palms on my temples. I stood
still for a minute as she pressed her hands to me.

"I believe you," the Ambassador said.

My audience ended and I was shown to the section of the compound where her
daughter was housed.

The main room was tiled in polished white marble, and woven tapestries
covered the walls. At the end of the room a large glass door opened to a
tranquil blue swimming pool. There was fresh fruit on the tables and a large
overhead fan slowly circulated the cool air. Our people were going all out
to impress our guests. I dropped my gear on a table and looked over the
fruit.

As I was eating a ripe red apple, two Myuban women entered the room. The
lower half of their faces were hidden behind light red scarves. All I could
see was their dark maroon eyes. Each wore a long white satin dress and they
were barefooted. The ends of their toenails were painted dark blue. They sat
down side by side on one of the many couches.

"We speak your language," one of the women said.

"Where is the Ambassador's daughter?" I asked.

"Here," they both said.

I put the apple down.

"Please, no games," I said.

The women looked at each other and spoke in their own tongue. The one on my
left removed the scarf from her face. As she did, I saw for the first time
the face of a Myuban woman. The corners of her eyes and the edges of her
dark red lips rose slightly. Her cheeks were round and high and they
perfectly matched her large eyes. Her smooth skin was a light brown which
seemed to slightly reflect the indirect soft light of the room. Her fine
black hair was long and braided down to the middle her back. She was both
refined and exotic.

"I am Viola ," she said. "Daughter of the Ambassador."

She spoke with such pride and confidence. She didn't look at all like the
photo I had seen. As I stared at her, the other Myuban removed her veil. The
two of them were identical.

"This is my servant, Alisha. She has been altered to match my appearance. If
I am threatened, she will decoy the barbarians," Viola said.

"Do you really believe these murderers will come?" Viola asked.

I assumed she wanted me to tell her all was safe.

"The compound is guarded by one thousand of our best troops. We have
warships overhead, and scouts in all directions. I believe you are safe, my
Lady," I said.

After I spoke the Myubans looked at each other and then back at me.

"Why do your thoughts differ from your words? Are you a liar?" Viola asked.

The directness of her question caught me off guard.

"Please speak the truth," Viola said.

I stood up straight and cleared my throat.

"The truth, my Lady? The truth is all our security will not stop a
well-trained Imperial team. If they come, it is very likely that at least
one, and maybe two killers will find you. If they do, I will stand next to
you and raise a special two-person shield, which will protect you from their
weapons. Help will quickly arrive. I know how these animals think, I know
how they fight."

The two women looked at each other.

"What a violent race you are," Alisha said.

The room grew silent except for the sound made by the ceiling fan. I felt a
little awkward. I had expected to be protecting a child and now I found
myself guarding two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.  Their
apparent telepathic abilities made matters worse.

We passed an uneasy few minutes. Viola spoke quietly to Alisha.

"We would like to know more about you," Alisha said.

"As you wish, my Lady," I said.

They stood at the same time and slowly walked over to me. Their movements
were fluid and graceful. Their bare feet made no sound as they walked across
the marble floor. Viola stood on my left and Alisha on my right. They were
much smaller than me. The tops of their heads barely reached my shoulders.

"You are so strong," Viola said. "Much stronger than our men."

"Such intensity in your eyes," Alisha said.

They each took one of my hands in both of theirs.

"Are all your men like you?" Viola asked.

"Such power," Alisha said as she pressed her palms against my hand.

They both ran their hands up and down my arms. They took their time and felt
and probed my muscles. Their hands were soft and their blue-painted nails
neatly trimmed. Slowly their probing extended to my back and my chest. They
moved in unison. One on my back, the other on my chest, and then they
switched.

At the same time they pulled up my shirt and ran their hands onto my flesh.
I couldn't tell if they were seducing me or just playing with me.  Whatever
they were doing, it felt good.

"Take off your shirt," Viola said.

I hesitated; taking off my shirt was not part of the assignment. Alisha
placed her warm hands on my arm.

"Please take off your shirt," Alisha asked.

Her soft voice was calm and reassuring. Because of the way she asked, I did
as she wished. I didn't need my shirt to protect them.

The Lady and her servant took turns running their hands over me. Slowly they
worked their touch lower and lower. Their hands went across my ass stopping
to lightly probe between my cheeks.  They ran their palms up and down my
thighs almost but not touching my privates.

While Viola felt my legs, Alisha ran her fingers up through my hair. For a
second she rested her palm on my temple before she sharply pulled her hand
away. I turned to look at her. She looked back at me with her large eyes.

"Her memory is so powerful," Alisha said as she focused into me.

She tried to place her hand back on my temple, but I brushed it away. She
waited for a few seconds, then slowly moved her hand back and placed her
soft palm on my temple. I didn't try to stop her. As she rested her hand on
me I could feel a slight warm pressure.

"She still lives inside you," Alisha said. "Jen, you called her."

I felt pressure on my other temple as Viola pressed her hand to me. As the
Myuban women pressed against the sides of my head, memories of Jen flooded
my mind. All the magical times we had together flowed through me. I could
see Jen laughing, and I could hear her voice poking fun at me.

"You'll never get it right," Jen said.

But it was not real.

"STOP IT! You're tormenting me!"  I said as I moved away from the two women.

I ran my fingers through my hair tried to gather my composure. These women
had powers I had never experienced.

They let me calm down and then slowly they moved and stood next to me again.

"Why do you deny yourself this pleasure?" Alisha asked as she and Viola
again touched me with their soft hands.

As they touched me, I began to sense a real difference between them. Viola
was inquisitive and full of energy, but shallow and distant. In Alisha I
felt depth and compassion.

When they placed their palms back on my temples, I closed my eyes and Jen
came to life in my mind. The images were so clear, the feelings so real. Jen
and I were in the gym practicing a high-kick spin move. Jen was so tall and
flexible that she could kick me in the teeth. I never could get it right.

"Drop your head and fire through your waist," Jen would say as she laughed
at my falling down.

"You'll never get it right," Jen said with her big wide smile and deep
laugh.

"You'll never get it right," I heard a voice say.

This voice was not in my mind. It was Alisha speaking, and she sounded just
like Jen.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

I opened my eyes and looked at Alisha. But it was not Alisha's face I saw:
it was my Jen. Her freckled nose and bright green eyes were looking at me.
Alisha was using some skill she possessed to allow me to see my beautiful
Jen once more. I looked at her and touched the side of her face. For just a
brief minute my Jen was with me. Alisha could only hold the image for a
while, and slowly her face changed back to her own.

Even though Jen's face was gone, I kept looking at Alisha. The more I looked
at her, the greater difference I could feel between her and Viola.

"Such love," Alisha said as she gently caressed the side of my face. "I have
never felt such love."

I lowered my head and she rose up to me. Alisha must have been standing on
tiptoes. Her lips were soft. As I kissed her, she ran her fingers over my
chest and down between my legs. As she placed her hand on me, I pulled back.
Alisha looked deep into my eyes.

"Don't deny yourself this pleasure," Alisha said.

Viola reached her hands around and they both pressed their hands on my
manhood. I couldn't resist them. I didn't want to resist them.

As I became erect, Viola gently rubbed me while Alisha passionately kissed
me.

"You are so big and hard," Viola said.

"Such passion," Alisha said.

Viola unbuckled my pants and unzipped me. Alisha was the first to reach in
with her hand. She looked at me as her palm firmly wrapped around me.

"Enjoy us," Alisha whispered.

They soon had the rest of my clothes off, and I was naked with the two of
them feeling over my entire body. The women seemed to enjoy my muscles as
much as my erection.

As their hands ran over me, the difference between the two women became
clearer. Viola's touch was soft and warm, but Alisha's was full of feeling.

After they had each felt me all over, Alisha firmly held my erection and
pulled me to one of the couches. Alisha sat down next to me while Viola
lowered her head and took me in her warm mouth.

"Ahhh," I said as Viola moved her lips up and down on me.

Alisha stood up and slipped out of her dress. She wore nothing underneath.
Her hips were wide and her figure curvy. She had small breasts with very
large dark nipples. Viola moved out of the way as Alisha sat down on me. She
was wet and I slid deep inside her.

"Oh," she gasped as she pressed all the way down.

"You're so big, so hard," Alisha said.

She sat still for a few seconds, and then she began to move her soft hips up
and down. I slid in and out of her easily. Viola sat next to us, running her
hands down my back as well as Alisha's. The ceiling fan turned and the cool
air circulated around us. The only sounds were the natural noises made by me
going in and out of Alisha's warm body. I ran my hands all over her. She was
soft and smooth. It had been a long time since I had felt a woman. Viola
quietly watched as Alisha and I made love.

Her rhythm never altered. She moved slowly up and down for a long time.
Alisha was enjoying me as much as I was enjoying her. From time to time
Viola would reach her hand down and feel me going in and out of Alisha.

"She likes you," Viola whispered in my ear.

After a long while I could feel Alisha beginning to tense. She put her hands
on the sides of my face and looked into my eyes. Even while we kissed she
kept her eyes on me. As her soft muscles tensed, her pace quickened a bit,
and Viola began blowing softly on the sides of Alisha's neck. A quiver
started in her soft thighs, and she sped up until she was going up and down
as fast as she could. She kissed me one last time and then came to a stop
pressing all the way down on me. Her head rolled back and she let out a loud
gasp.

The tension slowly faded from Alisha as she relaxed, and she softly laid her
head on my chest. Viola gently blew on her neck and caressed her back. Viola
whispered into Alisha's ear.

Alisha raised her head up and lifted off me. Viola stood up and they both
pushed me down to lie flat on my back. Alisha lay down next to me, and
kissed me as Viola took me back into her mouth.  Between Alisha's kissing
and Viola's warm mouth on me, I started building up. The women could sense I
was getting ready to release and they both helped me. Just before I came,
Viola moved away and Alisha put me back inside of her. She put her open warm
palms on my chest and slowly moved up and down. Alisha looked at me as I
closed my eyes and came deep inside her.

Alisha lay down on top of me and covered me with her warmth. After a few
minutes, I opened my eyes.

"How do you feel?" Alisha asked in her own voice.

"Better," I said. "Much better."

Alisha sat up and I slipped out of her. She reached her hand down and held
me. She pulled me up and led me over to a large round couch. She pushed me
down, and then picked up a soft blanket. Alisha laid on one side of me,
Viola on the other.

"Sleep now," Alisha said.

Lying on my back, I looked up at the slowly turning fan. Alisha laid her
head on my chest and raised her soft leg on mine. Viola curled up next to me
and put her hand on my arm. With the warmth of their bodies next to me, I
fell into deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept. Somewhere in my dreams I heard a voice.

"Be quick!"

It was Jen's voice. I thought it must be Alisha, but she was sound asleep.
The room was completely dark.

In my mind I knew an Imperial team had eluded our security and were already
in the compound. The killers waited for a diversionary attack, then they
would go from room to room, silently killing with their sharp knives.

I jumped up, threw on my pants and put the shield belt around my waist.

A bright light lit the room and the floor shook. The ceiling fan stopped
spinning and I heard yelling in the courtyard. A high-atmosphere blast had
just gone off sending out a powerful magnetic pulse. Anything electric was
shut down. None of our energy weapons would fire.

"The same two," Jen said. "They're coming!"

"Get up!" I shouted to the Myubans.

Alisha jumped up and quickly put her dress back on. She pulled Viola up and
they stood next to each other.

There were more explosions and I could hear fighting. I could see bright
flames outside the windows.

The two women had never seen fighting and they didn't know what to do. I
started to raise the shield but it was only good for two. I had to be one,
who would be the other?

"Shield my Lady!" Alisha cried.

Viola jumped next to me and held my arm. I raised the shield just as the
door was kicked open. There were two of them. In the light of the fires I
could see their red-painted faces. Their knives couldn't get to Viola but
they could kill Alisha. I couldn't protect her from inside the shield, so I
turned it off.

"Get behind me!" I yelled.

Alisha ran to me and she and Viola held each other. The Myubans were
terrified out of their minds.

All the noise, and the yelling, and the explosions faded from my ears and a
calm came over me. I wanted to fight. In the light of the fires, I could see
the killers separate. The male would engage me, while the female would kill
the Myubans. They were quick, but I was double quick.

As the male approached, I dropped my head and fired through my waist and my
right foot whipped through the air landing flush on his face. It was not a
killing strike but it was enough to knock him down. It gave me the time I
needed to deal with the female. Screaming she lashed at me with her blade,
but she was too slow. I dropped my head and she took the faint. She moved to
anticipate a high kick but I went for her exposed knee. She cried out as her
joint split. I quickly moved behind her and locked my arms to her throat.

I put my mouth next to her ear.

"Do you remember Jen? I DO!" I screamed and snapped her neck.

"NO!" the other killer yelled.

I let her limp body drop as I moved to face him. I knew he wouldn't quit or
run or give up. In his rage he came at me, slashing and thrusting and
yelling. His anger made him sloppy. He overextended himself and I trapped
his arm and broke his elbow. With a single strike I knocked the life from
his body.

It was all over in a few seconds. My chest was heaving from the deep breaths
I was taking.  I stood perfectly still, and my senses slowly returned to
normal. The lights of the compound flickered back on, and our troops came
running down the hall. Five armed soldiers entered the room.

I turned to look at the two women standing behind me. Viola had her head
buried in Alisha's chest. Alisha looked at me as she slowly stroked the back
of Viola's head and quietly spoke to her in their tongue.

Through the door the Ambassador herself entered. She looked at the two dead
killers and at her terrified daughter.

"This Emperor has made a mistake," she said.

When Viola heard her mother's voice, she ran to her while Alisha moved next
to me.

Alisha looked at my chest and then behind my back.

"You're injured."

I hadn't even noticed the slash across my chest or the one on my back.

"Please don't leave, stay here with me," I said to Alisha.

She put her hands on my arms and was about to speak when the Ambassador
called her name. Alisha looked to the Ambassador and then back at me.

"I have to go," she said.

Her warm hands slipped away and she turned to leave.

"Tomorrow then," I said.

Alisha looked at me but said nothing as she, Viola, and the Ambassador left
the room.

I sat down on a couch when the pain started to penetrate. A medic was soon
in the room attending to me.

While I was being repaired, the Major came through the door. He looked at
the two bodies on the floor.

"They got the Ambassador's double," he said as he rolled them over to look
closely at their painted faces.

"These two were pretty good. Are they the same ones?" the Major asked.

I thought for a minute.

"Only Jen would know," I said.

He nodded and then stood quietly in the corner as the surgeon finished up
and left the room.

"I guess your shield must have failed," the Major said with his old smile.

He didn't expect me to reply.

"Well, you got them both," my Major said. "Not bad for a crazy man."

A couple of troopers took away the bodies and then the Major left so I could
rest. I pulled the blanket back over me and closed my eyes. I could feel the
fan circulating the cool air around me. For once my mind was clear as I
slowly drifted to sleep.

The next thing I knew the Major was shaking my leg.

"Wake up! The Ambassador wants to give you a medal!"

The daylight hurt my eyes and my wounds were sore.

"Get up, get dressed, they are all waiting!" the Major said.

The Ambassador was so pleased her daughter was not hurt that she insisted on
presenting me with an award. I cleaned myself and the Major found me a new
uniform that fit. In front of a public gathering, the Ambassador presented
me with a small blue crystal and told me I was welcome in her house anytime.
She then surprised everyone by announcing her full and unconditional support
for the new Alliance.

While I stood and listened to the Ambassador's speech, I looked everywhere
for Alisha. Viola was standing next to her mother, but Alisha was nowhere to
be seen. As I searched, my eye caught a lone Myuban woman standing in the
back of the crowd. She wore a plain blue dress with a white veil over her
lower face. When the ceremony ended, I pressed through the crowd after her.

"Alisha wait!' I said, but she kept walking away.

I had to run to catch her. When I put my hand on her arm, she stopped and
slowly turned around.

"Why do you walk away?" I asked.

She slowly lowered her veil.

"This is how I really look," Alisha said. "I am not as pretty as my Lady."

She was so wrong.

"You're more beautiful than Viola will ever be," I said.

"Why are you not with her?" I asked.

"The Ambassador is not pleased with me. She believes you turned off your
shield so you could protect me. Don't worry, I'll never tell. I know you did
it for Jen," she said.

Alisha tried to move away, but I held her arm.

"I did it for both of you," I said.

I tried to kiss her, but she turned her face. After a few seconds, she
slowly looked back at me.

"I can't make Jen live for you," she said.

I put my hands on her shoulders and made her focus into my eyes.

"Can you make Alisha live for me?" I asked.

She put her hands on my chest and looked very deep into me.

"Is that what you want?" Alisha asked. "Could you ever love me the way you
loved her?"

I put my arms around her and she kissed me as she had the night before. As I
held her, I didn't have to answer her question. She knew my thoughts.

Alisha and I traveled with the Ambassador back to the Myuban home world. We
spend much of our time there.

I will always remember my Jen, but I don't need to talk to her anymore. I
talk to Alisha, and she always answers.

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