Lee and Ryogen

[AnotherOldGuy]

(OOC -- This is a flash back thread that is part of the larger role play in the ORP forum called "Coming Home".)



8 January 2288

Lee had started his morning with a smile, looking through a tall stack of art work presented to him by his Care Mother. She had always doted on the rambunctious boy she'd raised to become what she called a fine man. And she bragged about him to her students endlessly. In response, they'd each sat down with pens and paints and markers and created their own Time Jump Platform, including one that featured a smiley face and the caption, Earth should be a happy place. Good luck!!!

"Mission Commander Lee...?"

Lee set the picture down and studied the woman standing in the open door of personal quarters. She was stunning: flawless face, long jet-black hair, and slim, fit body that were all blessed upon her via her Chinese heritage. And then, set in that classic oriental face were pale blue eyes that Lee knew she'd gotten from her father's line ... European...? he tried to recall ... German, specifically...?

He knew more about her professional than her genetic background ... and yet, he didn't know it all. She'd peaked Lee's interest long before he'd ever laid eyes upon her, when his Executive Officer -- who was in charge of the majority of Personnel Matters -- had shown the woman's file to him. Lee had become quickly impressed with the reading ... and then he reached the section about her training at the International Security Institute -- the real, scary spooks of the Intelligence Branch -- and found most of the details redacted, so much so that some pages were far more black than white.

Lee knew he had to have this kind of person close to him, if not to utilize her skills for his purposes then to at least have her near so he could keep an eye on her. This was not a person someone like Lee wanted out there, unsupervised, doing what ever she damn well pleased to do.

Lee knew his history, and history told again and again that if the people at the top -- in this case, him -- didn't keep the best and the brightest -- her -- very near to them, then the best and brightest had a way of soon becoming the people at the top.

He gestured her inside, asking, "Close the door behind you, so we can talk."

As she turned and slid the door shut, Lee examined her back side as well. Stunning ... absolutely stunning. He wished that this erotic creature had come to his quarters with an invitation for more personal interactions -- just six meters away, through an open door, his neatly made bed awaiting to be mussed by activity -- but she was here at his orders to discuss an opportunity that even she had probably never imagined would be offered to her.

He gestured her to the chair opposite his desk from him and said bluntly, "I want you to join my Senior Staff, Ryogen. Or ... do I call you Alise...?"

 

[cmky]

Two hours before the interview with Mission Commander Lee, Ryoden was kneeling on a rice paper mat in front of a small Shinto shrine, entirely nude. While not particularly religious, she found that meditation helped focus her mind on the task at hand. This meeting was the most important of her career, of her entire life; she had to be focused, she had to be ready.
Extinguishing the candles that lit her sanctuary, Ryogen padded silently across bamboo floors to her bedroom. There, upon a mannequin, was her outfit. Modeled after the traditional Chinese cheongsam, but altered to suit her cosmopolitan tastes, the dress was made of natural silk, black with embroidered plum blossoms, and would have cost her a fortune, had she acquired it via legitimate channels.

She dressed with the methodical intent of a warrior before considering her form in a full-length mirror. Satisfied that she was ready, both in mind and in body, she phoned her escort.

....

Ryogen arrived outside of Commander Lee's residence a full fifteen minutes early, taking the extra time to go over her notes one final time. Holding an interview at his apartment was...nonstandard, but certainly within his rights as mission commander. She was positive it revealed something of his character, if only she could pinpoint exactly what.

Her contacts inside the Administration revealed that Lee had been hand-picked to lead the mission, despite his application to another post. Sources indicated both a strong command presence and a talent for selecting and utilizing the finest personnel. Events early in his career also indicated the ability to make tough decisions, especially when lives were at stake.
She raised a brow; he also had a certain...proclivity with female team members--a fact she filed away for future reference.

Ryogen let out a small sigh. Her agents had secured her a spot high within Commander Lee's portfolio of candidates. Now all she had to do was was walk inside and secure it.

...

Shutting the door behind her, Ryogen quickly took in Commander Lee's quarters under the pretext of finding a place to set her briefcase. Without thinking, she took in the exits, noting ambush points and defensive positions. Instinctively, she shifted her body weight, from her heels to the balls of her feet. The next instant, her mind shifted thought patterns. The common areas were neat, clean, and relatively bereft of personality. She knew, in the way all women know, that his Family Mate did not live here. This was a man's quarters. The Commander had multiple residences; something her reports had failed to specify. She glanced to her left and saw an open door leading to his bedroom. An invitation? Unlikely; even a person as prolific as the Commander would not be so bold as to attempt an interlude during an interview as important as this. Ryogen cleared her mind--she was overthinking the situation; a habit from her days as a field agent.

"I want you to join my Senior Staff, Ryogen. Or ... do I call you Alise...?"

Ryogen wasn't her birth name. Of course it wasn't. The Institute erased that old label--along with rest of her past--when they made her a field agent. But it was a fitting title, a reminder of her purpose.

She took a seat on the couch facing him, and casually crossed her legs, hooking a foot behind her ankle. She smiled warmly at the Commander and inclined her head. "I am honored by the offer, Commander Lee. What position did you have in mind?..and Ryogen, if you please."

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

Lee's eyes went instinctively to Ryogen's legs as she crossed them before her. They were long, fit, smooth ... flawless, as with the rest of her. And he wanted, someday, to enjoy the pleasure that came with having them wrapped around his torso.

"I am honored by the offer, Commander Lee," she said, drawing is attention back to her painted lips. "What position did you have in mind...? And Ryogen, if you please."

He nodded his acknowledgment, then rose and crossed to the wet bar as he told her, "Our Chief Intelligence officer met with an ... unfortunate accident a few days ago."

Lee used a tone that implied an ominous end to the man's life. In all honesty, the man had suffered a stroke while in bed with a pair of Unregistered Sex Servants. They story had been quashed, of course, and the girls relocated and given new lives in exchange for their discretion in the event.

"We will need to replace him," Lee continued, holding two decanters out for his guest to choose from. Lee didn't need to explain what was in them; liquor no longer came in the varieties it once had, with hundreds of types in thousands of brands. Lee was lucky to have these two -- one a sweet, blue colored liquor, the other a strong, clear rice wine -- and, because of their cost, didn't often offer them to guests unless he wanted something very important. "We need someone who knows not just how to use intelligence, but also to recruit and ... nurture new contacts--" He nodded his head toward the photograph of a beautiful, blue-green Earth, obviously not their 24th version of the planet, and finished, "--when we get there. And ... I have been assured that you are that person."

 

[cmky]

If she took notice of Lee's cursory inspection of her body, Ryogen certainly gave no indication of it. It took some small effort, however, to mask her irritation at the mention of the late ISO. If there was a character trait she truly despised in an opponent, it would have to be an unwillingness to compromise in the face of a vastly superior position. She dismissed the train of thought quickly, before her mind had the chance to linger on the considerable resources she had squandered on the stubborn fool; including the twins.

"Wine, please, Commander. And thank you."

She waited for him to take a seat opposite him before speaking. In the time it took for him to put the alcohol away, she had decided on her approach. Ryogen settled her gaze upon the Commander and held it there, just long enough for the room to fall into an uncomfortable silence. She leaned forward and upended her glass, holding its contents in her mouth until it started to burn, and then let it slide down her throat. She savored the expression on his face as she set the empty glass on his table.

"I've taken the liberty of compiling staff," she began, taking a manilla folder from her briefcase and setting it next to the glass. "We will need to be at a full run from the moment we...jump...if we're going to maintain the advantage in the upcoming conflict. These specialists will give us that extra edge."

She laid another folder next the to first, this one much thicker than the first. "I'm sure the previous ISO compiled a list of heads of state and other notables on the 21st Century global stage, but I've taken it a step further and assembled dossiers of their close family and friends. The information has been extrapolated from biographical texts, but it does give us a baseline."

She leaned back and forced herself to relax.

"Now, do you have any further questions, Commander, or shall I get started immediately?"

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

Lee found it interesting that Ryogen asked no questions about the now-gone International Security Institute Officer she would be replacing. It reminded him of the how, when people heard that someone they'd known had died, the first question that usually came out of their mouth was "How did he die...?"

Of course, Ryogen came from the world of the ISI; she probably knew more about the man's death than Lee did. It would never have occurred to him, of course, that she might have had a hand in the accidental passing to begin with. If he'd even for a moment considered such an involvement, he wouldn't have still been working on how he was going to eventually get the beauty into his own bed without creating a work place nightmare for either of them.

"I've taken the liberty of compiling staff," she explained, showing him a folder on the personnel she'd been assembling under her current position as Assistant Director of Counter Intelligence. Even if Ryogen hadn't accepted the seat on Lee's Senior Staff, the position of Assistant DCI would have been a temporary one; her boss, the DCI -- who was a Natural, a non-enhanced person who'd been born just as God had intended a human to be -- was elderly and ailing and wouldn't be making the jump with the Platform. She continued with her explanation, ending with, "These specialists will give us that extra edge."

Specialists, Lee thought, containing his smirk as best he could. Spies, assassins, extortionists, saboteurs, and the like. It's a nasty world ... but we're gonna need everyone of them.

"I'm sure the previous ISO compiled a list of heads of state and other notables on the 21st Century global stage" she continued, setting an impressively thick folder before Lee, "but I've taken it a step further and assembled dossiers of their close family and friends. The information has been extrapolated from biographical texts, but it does give us a baseline."

That was, of course, the problem they were facing: history, or the lack of it. Everything they knew about the 21st century and the people living in it came from books, reports, magazines, art, and other routinely unreliable sources. It wasn't like in so many of those movies from his childhood, when the time travel or aliens would shuttle back and forth between times or planets, studying their prey, collecting data, and creating a well informed plan of invasion. There would be one and only one time jump to the 21st century, and in less than a month at that; almost 85,000 people would be going back to a world they knew so well and yet knew so little of ... and there was nothing Lee or anyone else could do to help inform those people except to tell them Go read a book.

"Now, do you have any further questions, Commander, or shall I get started immediately?"

Lee could feel a sense of urgency in her voice and wondered whether she was actually that much of a go getter or simply trying to impress him. Yes, he wanted her to get started, but no, he didn't want her to leave. He enjoyed looking at her, enjoyed fantasizing what it would be like to be with such a strong, forceful woman. She'd probably hurt you, he thought, this time failing to contain the smirk that spread his lips slightly.

He stood and crossed to the wet bar, refilling his glass, then returning to Ryogen's side of the table and filling her glass, just a bit deeper than he had the first time. He tapped a finger tip atop the thick file and flipped it open to the first entry; he didn't look at it and yet he knew whose photograph would be on the very first page. "Tell me about President Taylor."

He turned and headed back around to his chair and, just before she began to answer, he expanded his inquiry. "History says he never married ... that he kept a long time Mistress, in a day and age when a national leader simply didn't do that. They say he liked women but wasn't a womanizer. So ... tell me ... if we need to get close to him--" He looked directly to Ryogen, first to those mesmerizing blue eyes and then, only briefly, to the incredible body wrapped so tightly in that unbelievable dress. "--and, I assume, you know how close I mean ... how would you accomplish it?"

 

[cmky]

So it comes down to this.

It was, she admitted, perhaps the smoothest refill of a wine glass since...high school. A glass which, she noted, contained an ounce more than it did before she drained it.
Did the Mission Commander think he could seduce the deputy director of the ISI by getting her drunk? She'd be insulted if it wasn't so amusing.

She ignored the wine and rose to her feet, watching as he took in the length of her, and addressed the question at hand.

"How would I seduce the most powerful man on the planet?" she asked, drawing his attention from somewhere between her breasts and her navel back to her eyes.

"I could tell you, Commander, about the psyche evaluations that would allow me to match my dress, mannerisms, conversation topics, even the way I walk, to his ideal woman.
"I could tell you about the years of training and study. I could even tell you about the chemically altered pheromones that would arouse his sexual desires on a subconscious level."

She took a small step toward her Commander, then another. She was standing directly over him.
Her voice lowered to a breathy, salty whisper, a whisper that hinted at everything but promised nothing. "But all of that would be superfluous, wouldn't it, Commander? " Her leg slid forward, lifting the hem of her dress while parting his knees. "Because, at this moment, you are keenly aware that I am a woman who knows more than you have ever dreamed possible about the art of seduction. You know, Commander, that from the moment I set foot in this room, you were mine."
"The President will learn the same lesson, should the need," she glanced down between his legs, "arise."

Abruptly, she stepped back. As if a switch had been flicked, her entire countenance changed.
"Now, Commander," she said, reaching for her briefcase, "I trust you'll review those personnel profiles at your earliest possible convenience. I'll see you at the pre-jump briefing, if not before. Good day."

Turning on a heel, she left.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

Lee waited until the sound of Ryogen's heels had vanished before he began laughing. He'd certainly picked the right woman for the job he needed done. He looked down to his groin, finding his penis well swollen from her "display".

Lee called his Aide into the office and gave her a list of tasks that needed completion, including the filing of Ryogen's papers for inclusion on his Senior Staff. As the woman turned to leave, Lee followed her gentle sway of her ass ...then said softly, with a tone she understood well, "Wait, please."

She stopped at the door, looking back to him. As a smile widened her painted lips, she closed the door, set the papers atop a file cabinet, and returned his direction ...unbuttoning ber blouse.

(OOC -- This ends this flash back thread. It will be posted to the main story thread at the appropriate time.)