Consequences

[Trixie]

The data came streaming over the HUD of her helmet. Sliding the data verse device from its pouch on her hip, Trixie pulled it open and began the process of dumping the raw data onto it. Soon the information from the RAM of her helmet display was flowing onto the screen of the portable data pad. However, before the soldier could respond to Jenson there were sounds of screaming and what sounded like his death.

“Boring conversation anyway.”

“Sarge?” Seventeen asked, watching the door that led into the rest of the prison.

He turned his head just as blaster fire shot past him and into the office, peppering the back wall.

“I’ve about had it…”

Trixie sheathed her data pad in its carrying pouch and opened the communicator located on her hand.  Linking it to her helmet she dialed dispatch.

“Staff Sergeant Zulenka requesting purge on Cuatro Prison. Situation beyond control.”

After a moment, a woman responded. “Clear to engage, Sergeant. Support inbound from the Fourth Ranger Battalion.”

Without missing a beat Trixie raised her rifle and kicked down the door. Time came to crawl as she squeezed the trigger and began dropping target after target. The inmates had begun stripping the guards for equipment and armor, however because of the advanced HUD in their helmets Seventeen and Trixie could see through the ruse. The mistress ducked around a corner as a pair of inmates opened fire. The rounds broke off chunks of concrete and showered her with dust. Seventeen took to the other corridor and was laying down his own suppressing fire. The redhead tossed an empty clip to the ground and jammed another one into her rifle. Rotating clockwise she entered the main hall again, exiting her cover, and fired upon the advancing prisoners. A blaster bolt caught her shoulder, but she kept moving forward.

Finally, the duo reached the checkpoint that led into the yard. A massive free for all covered the entire expanse of the open courtyard. Slinging her rifle across her back Trixie grabbed the data pad on her hip and opened it up, moving to a wall for cover.

“Fuck. It looks like the only way to our target is through the yard.”

Seventeen sighed as he knocked an empty cartridge from his rifle and slid a new one in. The redheaded Sith carefully eyed the plans before her and nodded. Rotating her slung rifle to her back she tightened the strap so it wouldn’t move. Removing her cloak, the mistress dropped it to the floor and left the safety of her cover. Using both hands she drew upon the force and ripped both doors from their hinges. Walking out into the battle before her she tossed them in separate directions, several inmates being brutally vivisected as the heavy metal doors were launched like projectiles. Almost immediately two thick bolts of lightning shot across the cluster of bodies, bouncing from target to target in a crooked line. After the deafening claps of thunder subsided those who had been hit were left with gaping holes in their torso where the pure beams of lightning had burned through them.

As many as ten bodies dropped almost immediately forcing the room to turn their attention to Staff Sergeant Zulenka and her squad mate.  Taking firm hold of her lightsaber Trixie ignited the weapon, extending the red blade for all to see. Grabbing the nearest inmate with force she brought him in close before severing his legs from his torso. Pushing his mutilated body back Zulenka charged forward just as the room ignited with the roar of hundreds of convicted men and women shouting in rage, some out of fear. Seventeen dare not lag. He kept right behind his new leader, covered her with his rifle from behind as she carved into each person that got in her way. Drawing her pistol in one hand with her saber in the other, Trixie fought her way through the prison population. That is, until she reached one maximum security criminal who could handle himself.

 It wasn’t the fact that his commanding officer had been thrown from her feet that had shocked Seventeen. It was that someone could stop the wave of destruction she had been causing. As rolled onto all fours, Seventeen began to see the extent of the damage she had taken from the prison turbo laser. Her chest armor was completely scorched, her helmet was split and throwing sparks, and the armor on her left arm was completely gone, leaving the exposed burned flesh to meet the warm summer air.

Beatrix held up a hand for Seventeen to hold his position. Was she mad? The Sith Warrior climbed to her feet, removing her helmet from atop her head. As the turbo laser fired again, but this time she was ready. She pushed her left hand forward and the bolt of green energy stopped just inches away from her palm. Tossing the energy like a used napkin Trixie extended her opposite arm, grabbing hold the cannon battery with the Force. Squeezing her fist shut she collapsed the steel in on itself in a shower of sparks and liquid flame.

“To think I once called you friend.” A voice said from the roof, as the inmates gathered in a circle around Seventeen and Trixie.

“Bardan Jaxx.”

Mistress Zulenka brushed hair out of her bloodied face, her angry features focused on the man wearing prisoner fatigues who was now standing at the very edge of the circle. He walked forward, an air of confidence in his posture.

“It’s about damn time!” Jaxx said with a booming voice, as he threw his arms up and turned to his new allies, as if he were some announcer in an arena.

“You’re going to pay for killing Luna!”

“The bitch knew what she was getting into.” The former Ranger said with dismissive tone.

“You used her trust.” Trixie shot back through grinding teeth.

“She used me! They hacked Imperial Intelligence! Used me as their guinea pig! I lost everything!”

Trixie cracked a wicked smile. “That’s the thing about Luna. She had everything needed to clear your name, but you cut ties and killed her before she could help you.”

“Lies. All lies!” Bardan shouted, closing in for a fight.

Trixie sheathed her saber in one fluid motion, ducking under a punch. Taking hold of his arm and torso the Sith Warrior threw him to the ground, crushing one of his legs under the weight of her boot. Jaxx cried out in pain, but it was quickly muffled as Trixie’s handle clasped over his mouth. Black electricity began coating her arm as his features began to shrivel and wither away, the direct result of his life essence being drained.

“Checkmate, asshole.”

Bardan Jaxx had paid for his crimes.