Chapter 81 Even with aliens, the tax authority is the biggest monster
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Luke quickly realized that the universe outside of Earth also operated according to rules and that those in power had something in common with those on Earth. They wanted money and if you didn't pay, they would send agents after you. So he was forced to identify himself to the Imperial Empire at an early age. The pure horror of sitting for hours in a ministry, filling out endless forms, climbing into a scanner that scanned you through, compared to the ones on Earth, which were just a child's plaything.
In the end, he found out that Earth was cataloged as a mutant humanoid fringe planet. Then when he met another human, it was a very sober thing. When he called Ned that was the name of the moon boss after humans. She just said that there were only two versions. The mutated and the non-mutated.
The non-mutated were considered spare parts while the mutated were treated as normal. Earth, since she had started trading, was upgraded to a higher level and Luke himself was considered a mutant according to his ID.
With the ID, Luke could take on other jobs or work as a masseur when he had to wait for the Trade Alliance again.
When he was allowed to wait for his transportation again, he was on a paradise planet and found out that at the time he was there, they were celebrating carnival and the inhabitants were wearing masks and letting their hair down. He didn't care, he rented a room in a wellness building and collected money for massages from Alien.
He had installed a scanner to collect biodata for a database. So he saw all kinds of intelligent aliens on his desk, got drunk in the nearest pub after work and was often hooked up with alien brides.
At the height of the festivities on the planet he was on, he was standing in his store smoking and cleaning the couch. Then the door opened and two berobed men entered. One of them pulled back his hood, he recognized one of them, she had been with him several times before.
He took a drag on his cigarette.
"I want the VIP package for my girlfriend here."
He had worked hard to learn the languages of the Central System species, which was starting to pay off. Still, he needed the translator more often.
"Okay, but don't trash the place this time, that cost me a bunch of money to pay the landlord," the translation came out of his mouth.
The woman nodded eagerly, whispered something in the ear of the person next to her. She flipped back her cap, she was wearing one of those masks that everyone wore. It was one from the empire, the skin color changed depending on how they felt and they had a pair of extra arms. She sat down on the cot.
"You must undress and lie on it."
She looked at him, silent. She stood up silently and took off her cloak, underneath was the typical clothing that was common on the planet, she took that off too. He was fascinated by her perfectly formed body. Then she lay down on the couch.
"Good. Allergies?"
She shook her head. Her hair was braided into a severe plait.
Luke reached for the oils, he had gotten some that the aliens could tolerate. When he turned back around, the other one had disappeared. He looked at the color, it was a human color, what he found out it was a bored mood color, red was a normal color for the species, turquoise was annoyed, blue was pissed off, yellow was in the good mood range and bright yellow was said to be very excited, some said the bright red was said to be ecstasy.
Luke oils his hands.
"I'll check the tension on you first."
She nodded. He probed her back, and she winced as he felt her legs and feet.
He applied oil to her back, which seemed to color her skin red. He did nothing different than usual, except that he had to use twice as much force on her because of the extra arms.
Then he began to press her shoulders, her joints, her vertebrae, cracking loudly each time and she sighed. Her feet were heavy as they were under extreme strain. She trembled when he pressed them. He pressed acupuncture points on her back. She didn't say anything, she just breathed as he turned her on her side and continued there, he switched sides again, turning her on her back and working on the front. It irritated him that she alternated between yellow and red.
He was actually finished, she looked at him with her mask face. Reached for his hand and pointed to her legs between them.
" Ah so the VIP package... "
He should have never introduced that shit, which also led to a bender when he was into a feline alien and other alien chicks. "
He sighed and she devoured him lock, stock and barrel.
As she finished and got dressed and relaxed, Luke took notes. The four-armed ones were nothing but dangerous.
The escort came in and went to her. She whispered something to her and the escort nodded and walked over to Luke who had gotten dressed.
"She's very pleased, here's the payment and a tip," she placed a few credits on the couch and they disappeared.
Luke thought nothing of it, took the money and cleaned up the place. Except he showed up more often. Even when he was on other planets.
Months later, when he returned from a kill mission and was waiting for transportation, he was picked up by Imperial guards. They had orders to take him to the Imperial Palace.
He had no idea why, as his previous assignments had only been through the Ministry and he had only seen the Empress in pictures.
He was taken to the throne room, where he stood in his battle dress, which he had to mend himself. After a few minutes, the empress came in her ceremonial dress and sat on her throne. She looked at him.
" So this is Specter, who now works for the Trade Federation."
" Or for others..." he said over the loudspeakers to a helmet.
"Good, I was told you work for my empire too?"
He tilted the helmet.
"Correct, uprisings on Hekal 9 and Bengiz Prime, as well as kill missions of parasites and captures of 12 pirate and rebel ships. 16 kill missions... "
She looked at him.
"What was your mission on your planet Specter? "
" Infiltration, assassinations, search & destroy ... "
" What else? "
" Sabotage, core manipulation ..."
Her skin turned blue.
" So you're a tool of war Specter, if I'm reading this right, what brings you here?"
"There's nothing left to do on my planet and the Trade Alliance ..."
She growled.
"Specter, according to the Trade Alliance, you're a mercenary. Who's gone underground more than once."
"Mostly I wait for them to arrive ..."
She tapped her fingers on the back of the seat.
" Very well, as a merit for your deeds for the Empire, I would like you to take the guardsman's exam."
" Ah thank you..."
" Very well, the servant will take him to the testing facilities and then Specter. Take off your helmet first. You can breathe the air."
Reluctantly, he took off the helmet and looked at her, his skin suddenly turning yellow.
"Want the VIP package," she grinned.
His only thought was " You've really fucked yourself up."
He was stripped and put into a huge collection of aliens. 90% of them were of the same species as the Empress. Everyone was allowed to take a piece of equipment. Luke took a roll of toilet paper. He hated the restrooms here.
They were explained the process, they had to do physical tests, fighting and then some writing. They assured them that the writing would be understandable for everyone.
So first they had to go through obstacle courses created by sadists, always under the eyes of the imperial family.
He didn't care, he rushed through the course, there were fights in which he fought his way through. It had been a long time since he had seen so many creatures staring at him in horror. They took him away, washed him. Put him in scanners and then on a pad with another as a table where he was supposed to write. They actually gave him the test in his language, albeit simplified.
He wondered if this was for idiots, that it was the same level as when he attended NCO courses. There seemed to be a sadist here too. Only more tasks came. He was allowed to take certain breaks, which he used to go to the bathroom or smoke. Or both at the same time.
If he calculated correctly, the whole test lasted 21 days. He wasn't allowed to do the last tasks because they were for the empress's race. So he rested for five days.
Where he was taken away more than once for massages, especially on the Empress.
He had no idea why, but he passed the test and according to the palace, his clothes were accidentally lost. He had to wear the garb of the guard and the empress put a metal band around his ankle. When he saw the harem servant, he knew what that meant.
He was not allowed to be the empress's harem servant. No, he had to serve in the guard. Standing, keeping watch, accompanying the empress. Massaging her and satisfying her lust. That didn't stop him from making her panic more than once.
He accidentally lost the anklet, broke out of the prison that was the harem more than once. He took detours on his way back from the guardhouse.
But he also saw the other side of her, sometimes tantrums, the first few times were experiments to see if she would throw him out of the harem, no. She was also intelligent, she saw through his plan very quickly. So he had to use other tactics that she didn't expect and threw her off balance. The idea came to him when he woke up one morning and, to his surprise, found her still snuggled up to him. Instead of having run away as usual. He smiled and treated her like a wife.
That really threw her for a loop, as the harem servants were really just fuck meat. As a result, he was able to move around freely and exploited this m