09-30-2017, 12:35 AM
The Sith Empire had finally secured the capital of Ziost. Even though Trixie had suffered some losses while taking her objective, Able Company had been called to the front once again to finalize the dominance of the Empire and finish the conflict. Desperate to get revenge for the death of Sergeant Masters, the newly promoted Master Sergeant Beatrix Zulenka and the 15th Infanty Division was thrust to the front of a huge column of invasion craft. As the thousands of drop ships came within range of the shore that their target sat on the sky lit up with anti-aircraft fire. The professional soldier eyed their drop zone in the distance and gripped the weapon slung around her torso. The rage she felt for the natives of Ziost was white hot. Adrenaline poured through her veins as the floor dropped out from their landing craft and the company was dropped onto the front line amidst heavy artillery fire. The moment Beatrix’s feet hit dirt she was sprinting. Sprinting through enemy ranks, killing anyone in her vision with her company right behind her slaughtering everyone they could see.
Trixie could hear the screams of that battle as she feinted left, away from a hay-maker. Master-at-Arms Chun Li had been assigned to their detachment to provide specific martial training to the soldiers under Zulenka, but specifically to keep the Mistress’ edge razor sharp. High Command had finally taken notice of how overworked she had been and shuffled their priorities elsewhere. With the hearing for Victor Morrigan finished and his execution having been passed, the transgressions Nova had made against Imperial Intelligence while the redhead was stuck in the Underverse had been found in favor of the Special Forces squad. A formal apology from King Bradley had been delivered via writ to Nova directly along with Morrigan’s seized wealth. Luna had been posthumously recruited and promoted to Special Agent of Imperial Intelligence. The remnants of her work on the hack that had provided Nova with the information to take on Morrigan was being reworked and applied to strengthening the Empire’s computer network.
A leg sweep brought Trixie out of deep thought forcing her to throw a palm down to catch herself. Rolling left she pulled her legs from the ground and into a one-armed hand stand, floating herself back down to her feet with a graceful flip.
“Something the matter, Sergeant?” Li asked. “You’re supposed to be focused on this fight.”
Beatrix pulled the hair tie keeping her pony tail up and let her long red hair fall to her shoulders. Putting her left shoulder to inward toward Chun Li she crept toward the woman, her arms positioned strategically and ready to strike. Juyo was a very aggressive stance meant to be used with a sabre, but one could adapt it to an unarmed fighting style with practice. Chun Li sprung forward with her dominant leg, rotating her core inward bringing a powerful roundhouse to bear upon the Mistress’ forearm. A slap of skin on skin contact filled the room. Pushing her sparring partners’ leg, Trixie struck it with an open palm and pushed left. Winding up with her left arm she met nothing but air as Chun Li side stepped the blow. Still on one leg she snapped her free leg forward striking the redhead in the chest. As Trixie stumbled backward, Li bounced to her other foot and in one swift, powerful motion brought her opposite foot towards the Sith Warrior. Trixie growled and embraced the blow with her entire torso, lifting Chun Li off the sparring mat, throwing her into the opposite wall.
Miss Li hit the padded wall and slid down, landing on her feet.
“Not exactly how I would have countered, but effective nonetheless.”
“Yeah well. Your opponent never expects you to take a hit to produce an attack of opportunity.” The mistress replied, blowing strands of her red hair from her mouth.
“Who said that?”
Trixie didn't know. It was just innate information she had thought of. There wasn't an origin she could place. For some reason her doppelganger came to mind, but she quickly dismissed it and unzipped her jacket exposing her toned upper body and naked bosom.
“I’m going to grab a shower and get some of the paperwork Skleros threw at me finished.”
“Very well, Sergeant. Before you go I’ve been told that you and your compatriot, Seventeen, are to receive promotions. He’s becoming your Staff Sergeant and you’ll be moved to Sergeant First Class. With the reorganization going on it shouldn’t be long until you’re a commissioned officer again.”
“You don’t say.” Trixie replied with snark in her voice.
“Watch it. They’ve been grooming Bianca for Morrigan’s position for quite some time. Now that he’s being shit out of a rancor it’s just a matter of time they move her up to Colonel of the 13th and put you in her place, with Seventeen as your lead non-com.” Chun Li, explained as she took a towel from a bench and wrapped it around her sweat moistened neck.
“I’ll believe it when it happens, Li.”
With their words exchanged Trixie took her leave to shower and head upstairs.
Trixie shuffled for a piece of paper on the desk she was sitting at eventually coming up with a folder.
“Finally got us a requisition order for new supplies. No more second-hand garbage. We’ve been escalated to near Marine level priority for equipment. Just below Stormtrooper veterans.”
Seventeen smiled and took the piece of paper with his name on it from the folder. It contained a categorized list of new equipment he was going to receive. Everything from new armor, high end grenades, state of the art weapons, to surgical grade medical supplies.
“They’re really going to give us all of this? It seems like they’re trying to outfit an entire battalion.”
“They are.” Trixie replied, handing her Staff Sergeant another piece of paper.
“I got the approval a few minutes ago. There is a Venator Class Star Destroyer parked in the capital landing bays on the other side of Tier 1. It’s ours to use as a base and it’s going to house the entire 13th Legion plus Able through Easy of the 501st Clone Trooper Division, once they’re done being trained, to serve the Special Forces personally.” The redhead explained.
“We’re going to have five companies of Clone Troopers just to ourselves?” Seventeen asked, reading over the paper before looking at his superior.
“Indeed. We’ll be able to deploy to any section of the city with our own fighting force if needed.”
“Christ. What brought this on?” Seventeen said, leaning against the wall next to Trixie’s desk.
As Trixie picked up her helmet and threw it under her arm she grinned. “A high-ranking position has been vacated. They’re going to move Skleros up and put me in her place. If that wasn't enough, with all of the unrest going on in Coruscant lately, what with the Marines being dispatched twice in the past two months to kill and banish some miscreants, High Command feels that we should have more of a presence in order to keep Dredd from having to take direct control of the situation. No one wants that.”
“Martial Law? Fuck that.” The raven-haired warrior said, following his superior to a transport waiting outside.
"So everyone is getting more funding to strengthen the overall presence of Imperial Authority where it matters." Trixie explained as they walked out of the building.
On board the duo met up with Nova and Aisha. Both saluted their superior officers and took their seats. As soon as Trixie and Seventeen were strapped in they were ferried off to the Supply Depot where their gear was being loaded onto a massive convoy to be shipped to Landing Pad 47 where their ship was parked.
***
Trixie could hear the screams of that battle as she feinted left, away from a hay-maker. Master-at-Arms Chun Li had been assigned to their detachment to provide specific martial training to the soldiers under Zulenka, but specifically to keep the Mistress’ edge razor sharp. High Command had finally taken notice of how overworked she had been and shuffled their priorities elsewhere. With the hearing for Victor Morrigan finished and his execution having been passed, the transgressions Nova had made against Imperial Intelligence while the redhead was stuck in the Underverse had been found in favor of the Special Forces squad. A formal apology from King Bradley had been delivered via writ to Nova directly along with Morrigan’s seized wealth. Luna had been posthumously recruited and promoted to Special Agent of Imperial Intelligence. The remnants of her work on the hack that had provided Nova with the information to take on Morrigan was being reworked and applied to strengthening the Empire’s computer network.
A leg sweep brought Trixie out of deep thought forcing her to throw a palm down to catch herself. Rolling left she pulled her legs from the ground and into a one-armed hand stand, floating herself back down to her feet with a graceful flip.
“Something the matter, Sergeant?” Li asked. “You’re supposed to be focused on this fight.”
Beatrix pulled the hair tie keeping her pony tail up and let her long red hair fall to her shoulders. Putting her left shoulder to inward toward Chun Li she crept toward the woman, her arms positioned strategically and ready to strike. Juyo was a very aggressive stance meant to be used with a sabre, but one could adapt it to an unarmed fighting style with practice. Chun Li sprung forward with her dominant leg, rotating her core inward bringing a powerful roundhouse to bear upon the Mistress’ forearm. A slap of skin on skin contact filled the room. Pushing her sparring partners’ leg, Trixie struck it with an open palm and pushed left. Winding up with her left arm she met nothing but air as Chun Li side stepped the blow. Still on one leg she snapped her free leg forward striking the redhead in the chest. As Trixie stumbled backward, Li bounced to her other foot and in one swift, powerful motion brought her opposite foot towards the Sith Warrior. Trixie growled and embraced the blow with her entire torso, lifting Chun Li off the sparring mat, throwing her into the opposite wall.
Miss Li hit the padded wall and slid down, landing on her feet.
“Not exactly how I would have countered, but effective nonetheless.”
“Yeah well. Your opponent never expects you to take a hit to produce an attack of opportunity.” The mistress replied, blowing strands of her red hair from her mouth.
“Who said that?”
Trixie didn't know. It was just innate information she had thought of. There wasn't an origin she could place. For some reason her doppelganger came to mind, but she quickly dismissed it and unzipped her jacket exposing her toned upper body and naked bosom.
“I’m going to grab a shower and get some of the paperwork Skleros threw at me finished.”
“Very well, Sergeant. Before you go I’ve been told that you and your compatriot, Seventeen, are to receive promotions. He’s becoming your Staff Sergeant and you’ll be moved to Sergeant First Class. With the reorganization going on it shouldn’t be long until you’re a commissioned officer again.”
“You don’t say.” Trixie replied with snark in her voice.
“Watch it. They’ve been grooming Bianca for Morrigan’s position for quite some time. Now that he’s being shit out of a rancor it’s just a matter of time they move her up to Colonel of the 13th and put you in her place, with Seventeen as your lead non-com.” Chun Li, explained as she took a towel from a bench and wrapped it around her sweat moistened neck.
“I’ll believe it when it happens, Li.”
With their words exchanged Trixie took her leave to shower and head upstairs.
***
Trixie shuffled for a piece of paper on the desk she was sitting at eventually coming up with a folder.
“Finally got us a requisition order for new supplies. No more second-hand garbage. We’ve been escalated to near Marine level priority for equipment. Just below Stormtrooper veterans.”
Seventeen smiled and took the piece of paper with his name on it from the folder. It contained a categorized list of new equipment he was going to receive. Everything from new armor, high end grenades, state of the art weapons, to surgical grade medical supplies.
“They’re really going to give us all of this? It seems like they’re trying to outfit an entire battalion.”
“They are.” Trixie replied, handing her Staff Sergeant another piece of paper.
“I got the approval a few minutes ago. There is a Venator Class Star Destroyer parked in the capital landing bays on the other side of Tier 1. It’s ours to use as a base and it’s going to house the entire 13th Legion plus Able through Easy of the 501st Clone Trooper Division, once they’re done being trained, to serve the Special Forces personally.” The redhead explained.
“We’re going to have five companies of Clone Troopers just to ourselves?” Seventeen asked, reading over the paper before looking at his superior.
“Indeed. We’ll be able to deploy to any section of the city with our own fighting force if needed.”
“Christ. What brought this on?” Seventeen said, leaning against the wall next to Trixie’s desk.
As Trixie picked up her helmet and threw it under her arm she grinned. “A high-ranking position has been vacated. They’re going to move Skleros up and put me in her place. If that wasn't enough, with all of the unrest going on in Coruscant lately, what with the Marines being dispatched twice in the past two months to kill and banish some miscreants, High Command feels that we should have more of a presence in order to keep Dredd from having to take direct control of the situation. No one wants that.”
“Martial Law? Fuck that.” The raven-haired warrior said, following his superior to a transport waiting outside.
"So everyone is getting more funding to strengthen the overall presence of Imperial Authority where it matters." Trixie explained as they walked out of the building.
On board the duo met up with Nova and Aisha. Both saluted their superior officers and took their seats. As soon as Trixie and Seventeen were strapped in they were ferried off to the Supply Depot where their gear was being loaded onto a massive convoy to be shipped to Landing Pad 47 where their ship was parked.
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