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Agent Chase, Agent Chastity Chapter 2: The Sky Above ? by: Diana Heche Part 1 - BASE COMMANDER KASKE It was the endless piles of the paper work, more than even being stuck on this rock floating in the nothingness of space, which got under the skin of the Base Commander. While his contemporaries were still on active duty fighting in Mexico and the Middle East for the real army, he was working as a glorified policeman for an energy company. The kind of job that washed up alcoholic officers landed in, not people who were at the top of their skills when they left the service. But while the Base Commander may have been at the top of his skills when he left, he was by no stretch at the top of his reputation. The Vistadome Energy and Mining Concern convinced him a man who left military service with a, as they downplayed it so politely, bit of a mark on his record, could still do big things in space. 'Big things in space' was well acknowledged code for doing the same mundane jobs as always, but taking place in the great final frontier. But Vistadome, as Kaske quickly found out, and the mining companies in general for that matter, had far greater ambitions than just digging up rocks and hauling around energy, far greater ambitions. Commander Kaske pushed his rolling chair away from his desk to look out of the large window like port. In the lower gravity atmosphere, it slid across the distance of the room almost effortlessly. Kaske, glance upward. A small shiny object could be seen glimmering in the distant sky, while the untrained eye may not be able to discern what that object was, Bernard Kaske knew it to be a cargo ship slowly circling in for landing. He checked his watch, it wasn't time for a shipment of crawler equipment, so the Katoeys must arriving several days early. "Katoeys," the Commander grumbled aloud, then repeating for emphasis and disgust, "Katoeys." Commander Kaske had an uneasy relationship with these half-men, half- women the company thrust upon him. If he had his way, they would never step foot on his rock at all. But the Commander was not a stupid man, and he could read the statistics as well as anyone else: bases with these ... shemales ... had better discipline records, lower number suicides, higher rate of income returned to the companies coffers, and most importantly, higher production rates. They were all part of the great distraction used to keep these mining rock-monkeys happy while digging and hauling. So, as the Company dictated he would, he treated them well. And very rarely, when the distance and time away from earth got to be too much, he would bring one back to his quarters and whet his whistle. But it was an unpleasant, necessary evil born of needs too strong to resist, created by creatures, who while not having the plumbing of women, could easily pass as ones nevertheless. But he was not like the miners and civilian employees, or even some of his officers, who reveled in it and whined and dined these women as if they were they were not man made. But the Katoeys were just an inconvenience. Commander Kaske and his mining outfit were on to bigger, greater things. Things that the distraction of wine and fake women were not going to ruin. ***** A growing awareness crept into Chase Bingham's cognizance that he had been sleeping but could not wake up. This realization slid into his dreaming mind slowly, over time, when his conscious mind finally became alert to the fact that it had been out of control for far too long. After a time, the same voice, which told him he was dreaming, made him believe he was sleeping his life away in a coma, and consciousness would never again come. But consciousness did come ... slowly, jerkily, and with the great sensation of cold. But it was not only the physical sensation of cold he felt, but the mental sensation that something was not right. He ran his hands over his half frozen naked body, as much to warm himself as in the exploratory confirmation that his body felt odd. Although his eyes were still not able to focus, his hands traveled over large mounds that should not exist, and curves that possibly couldn't. Even to his near frozen near unfeeling hands, he could feel the body of a woman to his touch. Yet, his male genitalia seem to be intact, if not shocked into submission from the temperature. His mind fought with the contradiction as his brain sluggishly came into focus. "Surgery," he croaked out in realization, his voice was weak and raspy. "Surgery," he repeated again remembering the long series of operations to turn him from a lean young man into a near perfect facsimile of the female form, but not remembering why. Chase could not yet see, but a voice, male and deep responded to what he obviously thought was an inquiry, "Hold still there ma'am, we'll give you a complete physical and determine if there's anything's wrong. You're just feeling the after effects of twenty-one months of cold stasis hibernation. You may need a hot cup of coffee, but I doubt you'll be requiring surgery." Cold stasis hibernation! Suspended animation. He was, for some reason in space. He was about to inquire about this when somewhere in his head, a clear voice of reason told him to hold his tongue as he had been trained to. Trained to? He asked himself silently, 'trained to do what'? He wrestled with this as all around him he could hear the sounds of slowly awakening, puzzled, people also coming out of stasis slumber. His vision came languidly into focus, and he found himself staring at the top of now open stasis pod, and above that, the gray steel of the inside of a cargo hull. And, as his body began to warm seemingly in time with his brain, the circumstance dawned on him. He was Agent Chase Bingham, on a deep cover covert mission to the mining colonies to collect information on the activities of the energy/mining companies. The Agency believed they were up to something much more insidious than the mere flaunting of environmental and corporate law that they usually did, and Chase needed to find out what. And to do so, he assumed the identity of the t-girl 'Chastity'. Sitting up slowly, he was handed a body length, heating blanket by the man sporting a blue Vistadome Energy and Mining Concern jacket, "You may want to cover yourself up," the Company man said. Chase looked across the ten stasis pods and saw Courtney, the t-girl he flew up with, looking disoriented and cold. She seemed to shiver harder than the others. There were Vistadome employees handing out jackets and checking the stasis pod equipment. Each Katoey was brought to their feet with the help of the Company men. They were walked around until their legs, still shaky from stasis, came back to life. The t-girls were led out of the ship and taken by land rover shuttles to a medical facility where they were thoroughly checked out. One woman, who apparently was nursing the start of the flu, was told she would be detained in the medical ward for at least ten days until she was germ free. In a place like this, the doctor explained, even the most common of flus could destroy productivity. And, as they would all soon learn, productivity was the single most important watch word of this rock. After the med-check, they were lead into a small housing compound, set aside from the other three sections of the enclosed living portion of the mining facility; the miner's compound, the company employee's compound, and the main annex, or 'town' as they would later learn it to be called, by a long four hundred meter tube leading to their own plastic dome. As they walked into the tube, Chase stopped and took in his surroundings. Looking upward through the clear plastic the view was spectacular. He was at a loss for words to describe the sheer intense beauty, and sheer awesomeness of it all. Seemingly every star in the sky shone brightly, far more than were ever seen on earth, and each looked so near he felt he could reach up and touch it. The surface of whatever moon it was they were on, was vast and amazing in its peacefulness and strange grandeur. The entire scene was breath taking and made Chase feel very small in the whole of it. He was not a religious man by any means, but he understood how those who saw the stars thousands of years ago this clearly could be. No matter what became of this mission, he decided, the marvel of this moment alone made it worth it. Gauging the awe struck faces of those around him, some weeping with the sheer power of the spectacle, he knew he was not the only one. The agent absorbed the heavens for a moment longer before getting back to work. Looking around, he noted tube's construction meant that it would be quite easy to shut off the environmental controls, air and heat, to their living compound without affecting the others. If he did not have an environmental suit in his cabin already, he would have to figure out a way to get one, even if he had to steal it and keep it hidden. He looked across the landscape at the other compounds. Doing a quick estimation, assuming all rooms in their area were the same size as his, he figured there were a staggering four dozen Katoeys on this rock, perhaps six hundred miners, and seventy-five Company employees. In this type of all male slave driving environment, the few Company men who were here, would have to be very heavily armed. Or there was a strong military-police presence. Maybe both. In a place where anything could be blamed on a mining accident, Chase thought it was best to assume serious missteps got one killed around here. Because of the numbers on this colony, Chase posing as Chastity would be able to move about with ease without being completely missed from any given situation. This would make it easier for him to take a good look around when the opportunity avail itself. But as one of just fifty or so Katoey receiving the attention of a little less than seven hundred men, he would not be able to remain completely anonymous, so he needed to be careful. Chase pondered the reason for the fourteen to one ratio, twelve to one not counting the Company men, and could see one. But he assured himself, that doesn't mean one wasn't there. After unloading their suitcases, they were escorted to an open common space in the middle of the living compound for their initiation and briefing. Chase was vaguely amused that the series of events after leaving the cargo ship, was not greatly different than his first day at the Agency ... high heels and skirts aside. ***** The briefing itself was as surprisingly mundane as the person giving it was not. Rules and regulations of the rock, what to do in various emergencies, which areas were restricted and which were not, was the majority of the information covered. The nine of them, ten when the stray Katoey came out of medical quarantine, were 'assigned' to her placing her in the role of a bizarre den mother. Each one of them, they were told, would start off as cigarette girls, waitresses and coat checkers working in the club, the 'easy lifting jobs', as she called it. Chase wondered silently about coat checking in a sealed world which was kept at a perfect seventy-two degrees year round, but he was sure they had their reasons. Each girl would learn all of the many Katoey jobs on the rock, bartending, including dancing and entertaining, so that on any given night they could rotate for 'variety'. There were only a limited numbers of girls working any particular night, so the others were required to hang around in the club and other 'entertainment zones', for general ambiance. Violating these rules lead to an unspecified punishment. Unspecified, in Chase's vocabulary, meant 'severe'. Unlike miners, Katoeys were allowed to travel to other rocks, but not until they had been here for eight weeks. And then, they were only allowed to go some place within one week's journey, for less than one week's stay, and only in a direct exchange for other girls. Meaning six could only leave a rock if six were coming on. This kept balance, while creating more of this variety, it also allowed them to ship Katoeys to a different rock if unspecified 'relationship' problems, with miners, or other girls, developed. Vistadome had arrangements with many other mining companies, so exchanges did not create a problem. After a time, Chase would have to quietly determine if Univore, the company the Agency set up as a front, were one of those companies within the arrangement. During the break in the briefing, while the others were getting coffee and snacks, Chase remained seated and allowed his mind to work over the information he gathered so far. From space, he determined, the main area Vistadome mining colony would look like one huge dome in the center, with five tubes leading to significantly smaller domes, a strange starfish of sorts. Three of the domes were the living compounds he had taken in earlier, the fourth was the medical compound and food facility center. The last dome was the industrial area, used to shuttle workers back and forth to the mining sites and others back and forth from the launch site. This was where the Katoeys were brought in from the cargo ship, and probably the only non-emergency exit from the dome to the outside world. This, Chase determined, presented problems. All means of traffic, to the mining sites and otherwise, was controlled by a single point. He would be hard pressed to take a look around outside or even check out the launch and mining sites more carefully. Obviously, a problem he would have to work on. After the briefing they were told to disperse back to their rooms to settle in, rest and prepare for the night. Chase found the concept of being told to rest after coming out of nearly two years in frozen stasis just hours ago, to be quite amusing, but could use the time to organize his mind. There were no room assignments, when they had first arrived they just threw their bags into the first room available, but Chase made sure his was near Courtney. He was a bit concerned about her as she was looking extremely displaced and out of sorts since landing. He knew it was a mistake to ever allow oneself to feel any sort of emotion, even that of concern, about any individual while in op mode. One of the many Agency mantra was 'emotion clouds judgment'. But in this particular case, Chase didn't see it this way. He reasoned that Chastity would be able to elicit for more information in tandem with a vivacious, aware, if not wholly unknowing, Courtney. And he needed her as a means of further learning, and mimicking, Katoey behavior. Having a chance to take a good look at his room, his was more comfortable than he had anticipated. It was almost strictly functional, granted, but it was far larger than he would have guessed. It housed a small, but practical kitchen, a small dining area, and a separate tiny bedroom. As a reminder of what role he was locked into, Chase noted the bedroom had large closets on each of the three walls not connected to the door. He could house an entire 'traveling companies' theater costumes, there was so much space in there. "Competitive vanity," he said to himself aloud, "closets of this size, and the need for that many clothes, speak to an very active and competitive vanity between the girls." He wondered where in the world such large wardrobe's could possibly come from. He was certain that, like all that puzzled him at this moment, would be made clear. ***** The main annex was even more surprising than the rooms. It was, considering the size of this rock, absolutely huge. Upon arrival from the cargo ship, the Katoeys had been lead around the large outer rim corridors of the annex to get to their living compound, but had not had a chance to look into the heart of the main dome. It was made up of concentric circles, each ring having shops, cafeterias, movie theaters, restaurants, small patches of grass serving as parks, meeting halls, all surrounding one monstrously sized club; a size rivaling anything that could be found in Los Angeles or New York. Chase realized that an annex built entirely around a club as its heart, spoke volumes to the importance of that facility in this rock's life. The interior was set up to resemble an old, up scale club from the middle of the twentieth century. Chase figured, in their day, the likes of Count Basey or Judy Garland would be comfortable performing here. Scores of tables and booths surrounded a decent sized stage situated in the middle of the floor. The entire room was far more well lit than any counterpart on earth would be. If this were not an establishment centered squarely in the middle of a mining rock full of hardened miners, people escaping legal and economic woes of earth, and men surgically altered in all ways but one to be women, one would call this place 'classy'. But their were certain elements of this 'classy' feel, that made Chase exceedingly uncomfortable. Namely, his cigarette girl uniform, it was like nothing he had donned so far, and extremely intimidating, almost to the point of vulnerability, which Chase was certain was the intent. Being Chastity while on earth was a far less daunting task. Chastity dressed discreetly, went to the t-girl clubs with Courtney, expelled sharply and quickly all advances of the 'tranny cruisers', and went right back home to bed. During the daytime, Chastity hung out with the other Katoeys and avoided the mainstream population nearly the entire time, and with it the looks and advances of men. During the time Chase as Chastity spent with the Katoeys, 'she' was in jeans and a sweatshirt and very low key. For over time, Chase had grown accustomed his surgically altered body as Chastity, and was able to play the role on the surface, but had not fully submerged into it psychologically. He didn't need to, as he could go home every night and just view himself as a very altered looking, but essentially the same, male. As he was able to do through years of Agency training, he blocked the things from his mind he found distracting, and the fact that to the entire world he looked like a desirable woman, was quite distracting, if not somewhat unbalancing to his sanity. But now, standing here, it was impossible avoid. The one piece uniform he was given to wear exposed all of Chastity's 'assets'. It rode thinly and tightly in the back, exposing nearly the entirety of his butt cheeks, and had an extremely low cut boustier in the front. His ample globes were practically spilling outward, and the very act of wearing it required constant pulling of the bra cups so he didn't do just that. He was required to wear nylons, something he did an a very rare occasion before this moment, and this shaping pair just emphasized the over all femininity of his appearance, and as is the way with anything Katoey, the entire outfit was complimented by an impractical pair of very high heels. This garb reminded him of far less modest version of the Playboy Bunny outfits he had seen picture of from their apex in the nineteen sixties. As he looked down across his inflated cleavage, to his long lean legs and those exceptionally tall heels, he sighed deeply. His body was one of a decidedly shapely female form. Chase's brow furrowed as he fought to come to terms with another fact that he had put off. This mining colony was a fairly secured and locked down facility. He may not be able to do this mission purely through regular means of observation and confidence gaining. He may have to take a step more. He looked over to the bar where Courtney stood behind it, training for quite a while considering all she was asked to do tonight was the simple task of taking the drink from a bartender's hand and running it to the customer. Before leaving earth, it was known to Chase that Courtney supplemented her income by sleeping with random men who would pay. From observing it quietly from afar, he knew that it was dirty, humiliating, and soul stealing business. Not something Chase could enter into lightly, even for the sake of a mission, and in the past he could bring himself to do anything for a mission. With no humor whatsoever Chase said to himself, "It would have been so much easier if the Agency ask me to take a bullet." Chase shook this thought off and chastised himself. He needed to focus and observe, he didn't have time to feel sorry for himself. He was, after all, a member of the Agency. The instructions for the cigarette girls were simple, but purposely vague. They were to walk around the room, and 'be generally friendly and entertain' the miners in addition to selling their tobacco products. If in doubt as to the code of behavior, watch or talk to one of the other experienced cigarette girls who would be mixed in with the new group. Judging from the looks of the girls that were picked from his group, and that of the experienced girls who filed in later wearing the same costume, this was the position used to circulate the new 'desirable' women around the room. Chase quickly calculated, based on the maximum capacity of the club, and the number of Katoeys dressed as he was, that there was far more product being carried around on their trays than could be consumed. Even with the notoriously large appetite of the miners, the girls would have to make a very concerted effort to dent the tobacco and candy the girls were hauling. There would be, Chase decided, quite a bit of time not selling anything and quite a bit of time 'being generally friendly'. Chase's suspicions proved correct. The club began filling quickly and by seven-thirty the club was nearly three quarters full. Since it was their first night the girls dined in the club which was actually quite good, and easily very expensive. This was a one time shot, however. In the future they would go back to their living quarters and return at six. And judging from the quality and presumed price of the food, Chase doubted many miner's chose this route to fill their belly. From the looks of how quickly the club filled, Chase assumed that these men went from the mines to a meal and straight to their alcohol. Although the Katoeys were positioned and ready, the miners, oddly, didn't deal with them straight away. Their immediate concern was filling their glass with drink. Judging from the expert way they threw back the alcohol, these were not men who would need a dose of Oxidizers, a pill which burned off alcohol when one slept to eliminate morning hangovers or drunkenness, to hold their liquor. That said, it could probably be assumed the Company required they take them in line with the watch word of not slowing 'productivity' in the morning. After about an hour, the drinking slowed, and the atmosphere of the Room changed. Lubricated with enough alcohol to play make believe, the men began calling for the cigarette girls and flirting with the bartenders and barkeeps. Watching the behavior of the more experienced cigarette girls, as was suggested, Chase noted that a great deal of their job seemed to involve sitting on laps and quite playfully flirting. In tune with the extreme retro-atmosphere of the club, much of what Chase heard could have come directly from an old Twentieth Century movie. 'Boys, boys, relax, there's enough of me for everyone' seemed to be typical comment, usually met with roars of laughter. Adding to this displaced sense of time, in an era where RockRage and Thump-rap was the overwhelming popular music of choice, jazz and big band swing was coming from the speakers. Everything is designed, Chase decided, to be just a little unreal. It Adds to the over all sense of illusion, which helps the girls, and the sense of something special and unusual, which makes it something to look forward to with the miners. How many years of psych-studies went into creating this place, Chase wondered? "Hey you, blondie with the rack. Sell a man a candy bar?" Chase had been moving around the room slowly, getting a feel for the atmosphere in the room, and sizing up the miners, seeing if anyone looked out of place in this setting. He had moved in such a manner, while not obvious, so that it was difficult for a single person to lock onto his attention. But it was impossible for someone who was as determined as this miner, who had been watching him circle for sometime, from hailing Chastity if he chose to. As he approached the miner, Chase thought to himself: 1950's film Actress bravado. With humor and flirtatiousness, Chase went into complete Chastity mode with a healthy mix of Rosalind Russel. It was as though he was splitting his personality into two distinct people. "Hey rock breaker, you can call me Chastity. And I hope when you're talking about a lady's rack, you're talking about the one hanging around her neck," Chastity said referring to the tray, "and not the one under it." He laughed, as they all did at his table. It was a very enlivened boisterous crowd for a twelve hour shift in the mines. The Chase portion of his brain made a mental note to see if there were drugs involved, and if the Company was the distributor. Chastity bent forward so a full shot of cleavage was clearly visible. The now suppressed Chase in her, shuddered, "Why don't you make a little room on that lap of yours while I figure out if I'm even going to sell you a candy bar after an intro like that." Again, the near manic intense laughter was there. At that moment, Chase went into a further, and complete, moment of Mental disconnect. He felt like he was watching Chastity lower herself onto the miner's lap while he, somehow, floated above it. **** Courtney had watched as the leggy, younger, and prettier girls were Handed the cigarette trays, and she, and what Courtney determined to be the 'lesser lights', were stuck behind the bar or the in the coat check. But as the club began to fill, and the retro swing music emanated from The speakers, none of that seemed to matter, and the depressive funk she had felt since arriving on this rock began to lift. No matter how the people who assigned her to this position may have felt about her, the look in these miner's eyes told her all she needed to know. It was not the look of strange and guilty lust that she had grown accustomed to with her johns and off kilter admirers back on earth, but the expression of just being glad to lay their eyes on something which they found attractive. No wonder the Katoeys love it up here. The bar was far busier than she anticipated, and she had to actually work fairly hard to swing drinks back and forth from the bartender to the customers waiting. And these miners, she noted, really drank. Even in this day and age of cheap hangover and anti-drunk wake up medicine, she couldn't see how they did that. Profelinaid, most likely, she decided as she watched them laugh and cavort about with much gusto. She knew the signs as she did with all drugs, which floated freely in her world. Profelinaid would allow them to drink this hard at night, and most likely, work themselves past the limits of exhaustion if they were taking it during the day. This drug will kill you. She wondered idly, how many of these miners were abusing the drug and dying out there on that moon. She brushed the thought away. That was not her concern. What was her concern, was how nicely this young man in front of her watched her move when he thought she wasn't looking. "I'm going to like this place," she aloud, drowned out by the volume of the music. She looked to see if she could find Chastity. To her great surprise, she was sitting in the lap of a miner, occasionally running her hand through his hair. That was not like Chastity, at all. She stopped for a moment to take in this surreal scene. Courtney had felt, despite the utterly fantastic surgery, which made Chastity look more like a beautiful girl than many girls, that there was something missing in her. With 'real girls', looks are handed to them by the crap shoot of the genetic lottery. And even in with these girls, many of them find looks, in certain situations, to get in the way. Intelligence may be overlooked in a beautiful women, or leadership qualities not clearly seen. But with Katoeys, it was different. They were created from basically scratch, chipped away from a completely different slab of marble, as it were. And because of this, they showed it off like one would any other artwork borne of hard labor. But Chastity was not that way. She seemed uncomfortable with her looks, and her femininity over all. Very strange for someone who chose this life of her own accord, There was something different about that one. Courtney snapped herself out of her momentary musings, and got back to work. She had barely slung a couple of drinks, when she could feel a ... pause ... in the room. Although no one looked up, conversation didn't dip in volume, and the swing music blared, there was a sudden and noted distraction. The cause in the interruption was easily spotted. A man, in a military uniform more reminiscent of the fascist states of the twentieth century than the more corporate suited nations of today, had entered. He oozed both silent menace yet untold discipline, and without knowing a thing about rank, Courtney knew he ran this entire show. The military man stopped and surveyed the room. It was obvious, that despite the power emanating from him, he was not entirely comfortable with the scene. After taking in the room for quite some moments, he walked over to the Katoey 'den mother' running the floor, and whispered into here ear. Executing a turn indicative of his training, he spun and disappeared through the door as efficiently as he had entered. Courtney watched with intense interest as the Katoey in charge of the shift made her way to Chastity, who was now moving in a circular fashion around the floor. The floor manager whispered in her ear for nearly five minutes, undoubtedly laying out whatever it was she needed to tell her in exact detail. Chastity smiled the entire time, but Courtney could see her body stiffen slightly. Courtney observed over her passing of drinks, that the floor manager removed Chastity cigarette carrier, and smoothed her uniform. A moment later, Chastity walked out of the club doors. **** There was a distinct difference in feel between the more open sections Of the mining colony, and the area which Chase entered now. The plastic was thicker, designed to withstand more stress, and there were guards posted on both sides of the long tunnel periodically. Chase assumed, as this area was generally restricted to the Katoeys, that he would have to do some uncomfortable explaining to these sentries. They, however, stood rigid and didn't even indicate his presence. They obviously had been informed he was coming. Chase entered the living area, and knocked on the door of the living quarters which were, quite obviously, much larger than his own. The door swung open immediately. Sitting across the room, casually watching digi-disks of some film chase didn't recognize, was the Commandant of the mining colony. Although he did not introduce himself, Chase knew who this man was. Everyone, who had any access to military files knew of the infamous Bernard Kaske, a man who escaped the stigma of war criminal by simply always being on the victorious side. Chase took a deep breath, and using the feminine voice he had cultivated through his training asked, "You wanted to see me Commandant?" "Yes I did young ... lady. I don't usually do this, but it's time." Time. Chase wasn't absolutely sure what this meant, but he could guess. Time. He looked around the Base Commanders lavish apartment. The monitor screen in the room just beyond Chase sight told him this man, even when indulging in pleasure, was not far from the job. He was possibly the only person who had unfettered access to everything. He was the person Chase needed to milk for information for his mission to yield results. Chase steeled himself mentally. Disguising the great disgust he felt, he said as coquettishly as he could, "Well Mr. Base Commander, I hope I can help you with this 'time'." "Oh, you will. Now let's not burden me with unneeded niceties. I am a busy man. Get undressed, and get on your knees." There was no way Chase was going to allow this to happen. Even as he reached slowly to remove his top, his mind raced forward to a way out. [to be continued] ---