03-11-2018, 05:01 PM
The couple had spent over an hour exploring depths of pleasure that each one could inflict on the other. The clock on the wall chimed one hour closer to the fundraiser in honor of their achievements as Imperial soldiers. Peeling November from her body, Trixie gave the blond one last long and lust filled kiss on the lips before she pulled away and headed into the bathroom to shower and shave. Terra sat on the bed with a dejected look on her face. Everything they had been through had left her feeling extremely clingy to her redhead lover. She felt as though Trixie wasn’t giving her the time of day even though her words and actions said exactly the opposite. November knew something was wrong and that Beatrix was hiding something from both her and the team, but she didn’t want to press the issue for fear of losing her. Tears streamed down the blondes’ cheeks as she fell forward into the plethora of pillows on her commanding officer’s bed, burying her tear stained face.
The hot water felt amazing against Trixie’s battered body. She hadn’t been able to shower or shave in more than three weeks. While she had wished she could have done so before engaging Nova in bed, the blond was obviously in need of some love. Finally, in the shower the redhead could wash away the filth she had accumulated on her person from the various holding cells. The natural ability to regenerate injury the Mistress had acquired from her time in the Underverse had corrected all the physical maladies that plagued her. What remains were faint scars, dried blood, and slight bruising as the more severe injuries were left to finish healing on their own to provide a uniform and more complete recovery. As Trixie sat down, razor in hand, to start grooming herself she began to formulate a plan. Being a double agent for the Empire whilst serving Diablo to the fullest extend she could was extremely hazardous to her life.
Marka Ragnos had completely vanished from contact and everyone who knew she had been an agent was now dead, save for Emperor Palpatine. Trixie needed a failsafe in place to secure her life. The only thing that popped into her mind was something she had read months ago in the top-secret files Luna had left on her personal servers. That King Aragorn and his Dalaran Mages were reasonable. If she needed to survive whatever was headed her way she could throw herself to the mercy of the Dalaran Court and help them. I’m sure Aragorn would love to extract and use a high-level Imperial soldier.
Betray the Empire?
As the thought ran across the Sith Mistress’ mind she bit down on her lip as she nicked her leg, causing a stream of diluted blood to run down her shin to her ankle. Within moments the flesh wound sealed it self and the bleeding stopped. Beatrix couldn’t believe what she was thinking. Was she really considering becoming a traitor to everything she ever stood for just to have a way out incase everything failed? With a sigh, the Mistress ran her razor under the stream of water as she finished up ridding her pubic area of hair. Shutting off the water the redhead grabbed a towel and wrapped her body, exiting the bathroom to find November going through an assortment of dresses that had been delivered to the quarters.
“Shower’s free.” Zulenka said, heading to the giant dresser built into the wall in the master bedroom.
Pulling open the top drawer she pulled out a black lace bra with the matching panties stuffed into the cups. Nova climbed off the bed and placed a gentle kiss to the back of Trixie’s neck before turning to grab a clean towel from the shelf. Heading into the bathroom she closed the door and went about her own cleaning ritual in preparation for the party. Slipping into the bottoms of her underwear, Trixie threw the bra over her left shoulder and exited the bedroom. Making her way down one level into the dark living area she crossed into the office which held her personal terminal. The office was dimly lit by the black login screen on the monitor. Taking her dog tags from a hook on the wall she thumbed one of them into position in her hand and inserted it like a key into a safe behind her desk chair. Entering a series of numbers Trixie cranked the safe handle and opened it up, removing her Czerka pistol and holster. Closing the safe, she cranked the handle a few times to ensure it had locked. Moving back upstairs to the room adjacent the master bedroom she flicked on the light and pulled open the top drawer of another dresser.
Removing a black clutch purse that looked to be about the size of her pistol the mistress opened it up and revealed it to be a concealed holster. Taking the Czerka weapon from it’s stock holder she inserted it snugly into the middle of her clutch purse and closed the middle fabric, hiding the fact that she was concealing a firearm. Nodding the redhead returned to the bedroom just as November was pulling up a pair of stockings over her freshly shaved legs. With the hand opposite the one she was carrying the clutch in, Trixie ran her finger up her lovers’ smooth-shaven thigh. A grin formed over her features as the blond began to display goosebumps.
“Like that, do you?” Trixie teased as she tossed the clutch to the bed and inserted her arms into her bra.
As she did, November came up from behind and in one motion had one of Zulenka’s breasts firmly in her grip, her mouth kissing the Sith Warrior’s bare skin.
“Trixie where am I meeting you?” Seventeen’s voice cut through the sexual tension reminding the duo of their engagement tonight.
Trixie smiled and pulled away from Terra, depressing the button of the intercom to her bedroom.
“Helipad on the roof of A-Deck. Are you dressed already?” She replied, immediately letting go of the button.
Snapping the back of her bra together, Beatrix swung open the closest and immediately spotted what she would be wearing. Seventeen confirmed he was ready and waiting which meant she had to get her ass into gear. Taking up her data pad the Mistress sent a message to Aisha and confirmed that she’d meet her in the elevator in three minutes. Responding to Seventeen, Trixie took the dress from the closest and proceeded to get dressed.
In a feat of pure skill both November and Trixie were out of the door in less than two minutes in full makeup with their dress of choice. Grabbing Aisha in the corridor on the way to the helipad lift the trio arrived as Seventeen was fussing with the medals pinned to his chest.
“Looking good, Sergeant.” Trixie said, holding her clutch purse. “The transport should be here within a few minutes.”
The four main guests of the fundraiser in honor of the Imperial Military entered the turbolift and headed up to one of the few exterior landing pads on the Venator. It had been quite rough these past few months. The team had seen their original base destroyed, their members personally attacked, and fucked over from all sides. As the doors to the lift opened, exposing them to the wind-swept platform that their luxury transport had touched down on, Trixie couldn’t keep from thinking about what she had been mulling over in the bathtub.
An escape plan that would betray everything she stood for.
Zulenka cared deeply for her comrades. She would do anything to keep them safe and to get them everything they needed. However, a deep seeded fear of being exposed kept her from truly letting herself succumb to the overwhelming feelings of love she had for November or from being an involved friend with Seventeen. The Mistress even kept Aisha at arm’s length, Luna’s younger sister. The woman who gave everything to make sure her secret stayed safe. Trixie had promised to keep Aisha safe and she would do that, but with everything going on now she was deathly afraid of letting anyone get close.
With a deep internal sigh, Beatrix boarded the transport along with her fellow soldiers of the 13th Special Forces.
“We’re here to regale these people with stories of our exploits. Remember that. Just have an enjoyable time and try to get a little drunk. I think we deserve, at the very least, some time to cut loose.” Trixie said as their ship exited Tier 1 air space and made its way down towards Tier 2.
It wasn’t just that the team deserved some time to cut loose. They deserved at least half a year of vacation. Trixie and Seventeen had been on active calls for the past year. With everything they’ve seen and done, not once did High Command pull them from active duty. Every little thing that the normal Stormtrooper Corp couldn’t get done, Colonel Skleros had deployed them to resolve. Seventeen alone had wrangled with two Primes back to back, not to mention the prison riot and the attacks on their base. If they four of them could get one night to just enjoy themselves Trixie would be happy.
“So, let’s be honest here, Captain.” Seventeen said, adjusting one of his medals. “You’re expecting things to go south aren’t you?”
Trixie looked at her second in-command and then down to her clutch purse.
“I would by lying if I said no. The party is a perfect target and it’ll be the one time we’re in the open without our gear.” She replied, handing him an ear piece.
Handing two more to Nova and Aisha, “Keep in touch at all times. Bianca said there was nothing to worry about, but I’m inclined to disagree.” The redhead explained.
Aisha nodded, tapping her bosom to signal that she was packing a concealed weapon in her bra. The rest of the ride was relatively quiet. The group exchanged banter on assorted topics and favorite liqueurs they enjoyed drinking. Seventeen introduced his commanding officer to the concept of golf. Something Trixie had never heard of before. The transport touched down right on time in front of the massive reception hall on Tier 2. Everyone nodded at once and the group disembarked and headed inside along with everyone else. As the four soldiers entered the establishment an announcement was made.
“Please welcome four members of the 13th Stormtrooper Legion to the party! Captain Beatrix Zulenka, Sergeant Major Seventeen, Sergeant November Terra, and Specialist Aisha Knudal!”
Thunderous applause broke out among the guests as pictures were taken and waiters and waitresses arrived to offer drinks or hors d'oeuvre’s. Trixie could see numerous other military members in attendance. Several troopers from the Ranger Corps, Imperial Intelligence Shock & Awe Corps, and the Corps of Engineers. Taking up a glass of a bluish sparkling wine the Sith Soldier made her way into the crowd to mingle.
The hot water felt amazing against Trixie’s battered body. She hadn’t been able to shower or shave in more than three weeks. While she had wished she could have done so before engaging Nova in bed, the blond was obviously in need of some love. Finally, in the shower the redhead could wash away the filth she had accumulated on her person from the various holding cells. The natural ability to regenerate injury the Mistress had acquired from her time in the Underverse had corrected all the physical maladies that plagued her. What remains were faint scars, dried blood, and slight bruising as the more severe injuries were left to finish healing on their own to provide a uniform and more complete recovery. As Trixie sat down, razor in hand, to start grooming herself she began to formulate a plan. Being a double agent for the Empire whilst serving Diablo to the fullest extend she could was extremely hazardous to her life.
Marka Ragnos had completely vanished from contact and everyone who knew she had been an agent was now dead, save for Emperor Palpatine. Trixie needed a failsafe in place to secure her life. The only thing that popped into her mind was something she had read months ago in the top-secret files Luna had left on her personal servers. That King Aragorn and his Dalaran Mages were reasonable. If she needed to survive whatever was headed her way she could throw herself to the mercy of the Dalaran Court and help them. I’m sure Aragorn would love to extract and use a high-level Imperial soldier.
Betray the Empire?
As the thought ran across the Sith Mistress’ mind she bit down on her lip as she nicked her leg, causing a stream of diluted blood to run down her shin to her ankle. Within moments the flesh wound sealed it self and the bleeding stopped. Beatrix couldn’t believe what she was thinking. Was she really considering becoming a traitor to everything she ever stood for just to have a way out incase everything failed? With a sigh, the Mistress ran her razor under the stream of water as she finished up ridding her pubic area of hair. Shutting off the water the redhead grabbed a towel and wrapped her body, exiting the bathroom to find November going through an assortment of dresses that had been delivered to the quarters.
“Shower’s free.” Zulenka said, heading to the giant dresser built into the wall in the master bedroom.
Pulling open the top drawer she pulled out a black lace bra with the matching panties stuffed into the cups. Nova climbed off the bed and placed a gentle kiss to the back of Trixie’s neck before turning to grab a clean towel from the shelf. Heading into the bathroom she closed the door and went about her own cleaning ritual in preparation for the party. Slipping into the bottoms of her underwear, Trixie threw the bra over her left shoulder and exited the bedroom. Making her way down one level into the dark living area she crossed into the office which held her personal terminal. The office was dimly lit by the black login screen on the monitor. Taking her dog tags from a hook on the wall she thumbed one of them into position in her hand and inserted it like a key into a safe behind her desk chair. Entering a series of numbers Trixie cranked the safe handle and opened it up, removing her Czerka pistol and holster. Closing the safe, she cranked the handle a few times to ensure it had locked. Moving back upstairs to the room adjacent the master bedroom she flicked on the light and pulled open the top drawer of another dresser.
Removing a black clutch purse that looked to be about the size of her pistol the mistress opened it up and revealed it to be a concealed holster. Taking the Czerka weapon from it’s stock holder she inserted it snugly into the middle of her clutch purse and closed the middle fabric, hiding the fact that she was concealing a firearm. Nodding the redhead returned to the bedroom just as November was pulling up a pair of stockings over her freshly shaved legs. With the hand opposite the one she was carrying the clutch in, Trixie ran her finger up her lovers’ smooth-shaven thigh. A grin formed over her features as the blond began to display goosebumps.
“Like that, do you?” Trixie teased as she tossed the clutch to the bed and inserted her arms into her bra.
As she did, November came up from behind and in one motion had one of Zulenka’s breasts firmly in her grip, her mouth kissing the Sith Warrior’s bare skin.
“Trixie where am I meeting you?” Seventeen’s voice cut through the sexual tension reminding the duo of their engagement tonight.
Trixie smiled and pulled away from Terra, depressing the button of the intercom to her bedroom.
“Helipad on the roof of A-Deck. Are you dressed already?” She replied, immediately letting go of the button.
Snapping the back of her bra together, Beatrix swung open the closest and immediately spotted what she would be wearing. Seventeen confirmed he was ready and waiting which meant she had to get her ass into gear. Taking up her data pad the Mistress sent a message to Aisha and confirmed that she’d meet her in the elevator in three minutes. Responding to Seventeen, Trixie took the dress from the closest and proceeded to get dressed.
***
In a feat of pure skill both November and Trixie were out of the door in less than two minutes in full makeup with their dress of choice. Grabbing Aisha in the corridor on the way to the helipad lift the trio arrived as Seventeen was fussing with the medals pinned to his chest.
“Looking good, Sergeant.” Trixie said, holding her clutch purse. “The transport should be here within a few minutes.”
The four main guests of the fundraiser in honor of the Imperial Military entered the turbolift and headed up to one of the few exterior landing pads on the Venator. It had been quite rough these past few months. The team had seen their original base destroyed, their members personally attacked, and fucked over from all sides. As the doors to the lift opened, exposing them to the wind-swept platform that their luxury transport had touched down on, Trixie couldn’t keep from thinking about what she had been mulling over in the bathtub.
An escape plan that would betray everything she stood for.
Zulenka cared deeply for her comrades. She would do anything to keep them safe and to get them everything they needed. However, a deep seeded fear of being exposed kept her from truly letting herself succumb to the overwhelming feelings of love she had for November or from being an involved friend with Seventeen. The Mistress even kept Aisha at arm’s length, Luna’s younger sister. The woman who gave everything to make sure her secret stayed safe. Trixie had promised to keep Aisha safe and she would do that, but with everything going on now she was deathly afraid of letting anyone get close.
With a deep internal sigh, Beatrix boarded the transport along with her fellow soldiers of the 13th Special Forces.
“We’re here to regale these people with stories of our exploits. Remember that. Just have an enjoyable time and try to get a little drunk. I think we deserve, at the very least, some time to cut loose.” Trixie said as their ship exited Tier 1 air space and made its way down towards Tier 2.
It wasn’t just that the team deserved some time to cut loose. They deserved at least half a year of vacation. Trixie and Seventeen had been on active calls for the past year. With everything they’ve seen and done, not once did High Command pull them from active duty. Every little thing that the normal Stormtrooper Corp couldn’t get done, Colonel Skleros had deployed them to resolve. Seventeen alone had wrangled with two Primes back to back, not to mention the prison riot and the attacks on their base. If they four of them could get one night to just enjoy themselves Trixie would be happy.
“So, let’s be honest here, Captain.” Seventeen said, adjusting one of his medals. “You’re expecting things to go south aren’t you?”
Trixie looked at her second in-command and then down to her clutch purse.
“I would by lying if I said no. The party is a perfect target and it’ll be the one time we’re in the open without our gear.” She replied, handing him an ear piece.
Handing two more to Nova and Aisha, “Keep in touch at all times. Bianca said there was nothing to worry about, but I’m inclined to disagree.” The redhead explained.
Aisha nodded, tapping her bosom to signal that she was packing a concealed weapon in her bra. The rest of the ride was relatively quiet. The group exchanged banter on assorted topics and favorite liqueurs they enjoyed drinking. Seventeen introduced his commanding officer to the concept of golf. Something Trixie had never heard of before. The transport touched down right on time in front of the massive reception hall on Tier 2. Everyone nodded at once and the group disembarked and headed inside along with everyone else. As the four soldiers entered the establishment an announcement was made.
“Please welcome four members of the 13th Stormtrooper Legion to the party! Captain Beatrix Zulenka, Sergeant Major Seventeen, Sergeant November Terra, and Specialist Aisha Knudal!”
Thunderous applause broke out among the guests as pictures were taken and waiters and waitresses arrived to offer drinks or hors d'oeuvre’s. Trixie could see numerous other military members in attendance. Several troopers from the Ranger Corps, Imperial Intelligence Shock & Awe Corps, and the Corps of Engineers. Taking up a glass of a bluish sparkling wine the Sith Soldier made her way into the crowd to mingle.
Quote:Quest: A Day in the Life, Coruscant, Tier 2
Post Word Count: 1851
Post Character Count: 10524
Trixie's Dress
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Nova's Dress
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Aisha's Dress
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