Alternate Intro with Calvo starting in prison
From Torg Adventure
The skin-tight uniform of the guard made her very distracting. The therm-film material kept her warm in the cold air, though her nipples were still poking into the fabric. Perhaps she was thinking of her fellow female guards and the power antics they played with each other. Guard #62 was certainly not interested in Calvo, except to apply the pain-stick when he got out of line. The uniform didn't hide anything. Calvo could even see the fuzz of her pubic hair and the cleft of her sex. He thought it was another power ploy to break his spirit.
Calvo just liked the visual relief from an otherwise bleak landscape: muddy ground, overcast skies, steel-gray ocean. From where he was standing, he could hear the electrical crackle of the force-field wall about twenty feet to his right.
All the other prisoners on this dreadful planet were men. Females who broke the law were treated to much better accommodations in the Matriarchy -- a little reprogramming at a comfortable halfway house. Men and aliens, on the other hand, needed to be separated from society, hopefully on a different world. That way the Matriarchs could isolate the damaging influence of male thinking on the upstanding women of the empire.
Bitches.
Calvo's transgression was simple. He'd brought highly-desirable goods into the Matriarchy that the Matriarchy didn't want him to bring, like sex toys, contraceptive pills, luxury foods, exotic pets, and aphrodisiacs. In other words, he was a smuggler. He'd been sentenced to two years on Tau Ceti Two, this lovely paradise planet.
The worst part of this prison was the entire guard coterie was composed of women in skin-tight outfits. Nevermind that these ladies were mostly lesbians, Calvo still lusted after them. Guard #62 was cute in her own way -- short with small breasts high up on her chest. Her brown hair was cut short in the style of the Matriarchs.
Calvo watched her as he walked around the edge of the exercise yard. As he approached the corner, his attention was dragged elsewhere. The whine and crackle of the force fence was of a different pitch in the corner. There was also an intermittent gap in the noise. Maybe the field generator for the corner was weak. Does the gap in the noise mean that the field is down for that second? Calvo tried to think of a way to test it without drawing attention to it. He didn't want fixin it until he'd had a chance to find out if it was a gap in the fences.
