Able Company had been assigned along with the entirety of the 15th to lay siege and assist in taking over Telos for Sadow’s regime. Sergeant Zulenka and her fellow soldiers had already been forged in the crucible of battle from their time on Ziost. Unbeknownst to them, this time the odds were stacked against their favor. Telos had been ready for the invasion. When the Virgo was finally deployed it arrived amid a massive fleet battle going on in orbit around the planet. The initial assault forces had been completely decimated and the only Star Destroyer with any of it’s main systems still functional was the one housing Able Company and the 15th Legion. As the Virgo launched its squadrons and called for support the order was given to get the 15th down onto the ground. Word had been sent that pockets of Sith Troopers were entrenched and holding their positions but were in imminent danger of being overrun.
After a risky orbital bombardment that left half a continent barren and ignited with plasma fueled flames, Trixie and her company were launched. The ride to the surface saw Charlie, Dog, and Fox companies take complete losses. The transports collided with the ground, unable to sustain flight by the time they were under the firing arc of the planetary anti-ship weapons.
Gripping Corporal Masters by the collar, Trixie pulled him from his seat and dragged him out the door as the rest of Able poured from their burning landing craft. Artillery and gunfire could be heard in the distance. In the skies above the Virgo was alone and surrounded by dozens of enemy cruisers.
“We can’t stay here!” Masters cried over an incoming mortar round that ripped into the crashed dropship, tossing a few soldiers onto their faces.
Trixie sprinted forward, forcing her second-in-command to give the order to pursue. They had been dropped dead center in the middle of the devastation that the orbital strike had caused. The ground beneath them was flat and charred blacker than night, staining their armor with a charcoal like substance.
“Hit the dirt!” Trixie ordered, dropping to one knee next to Masters.
Sliding a data-pad out of a canister on her lower back she clicked it open and displayed the map that had been provided. A heavy downpour of rain began to drench the area and turn the field of charred ash into thick mud.
“Ilo City! We’re standing in it, Corporal!” Zulenka shouted over heavy laser fire that had been aimed in their general direction.
“Command took out the entire city! We’re-“ Her sentence was interrupted by hatches being opened from beneath the newly formed mud.
“Able Company! Close combat!”
Readying her blaster rifle, she squeezed the trigger and ripped through the flesh of a Telos Soldier that had begun his climb out of the hole in the ground. Soon red and yellow blaster bolts were being spit back and forth between the exposed 15th and the ambush troops coming out of disaster tunnels beneath their ruined city. Sprinting back to a Corporal from Third Squad, Beatrix opened his backpack and removed a large metal plank from it’s holster. Tossing it into the dirt she clicked a button and the portable cover inflated as the explosive inside used gas to fill the chamber.
Signaling Masters, she dropped down beneath it as groups of fellow soldiers followed her lead and began deploying their own cover. He handed her the receiver to the radio on his back and took up an overwatch position, laying down fire on Telos Soldiers as they came out of their holes.
“Able One Five to Virgo! Come in!” Trixie shouted over heavy blaster fire. Static was her only response.
A tap on her shoulder made the redhead lookup to her Corporal. He pointed up just as the shockwave reached the surface and blew the entire 15th to the ground. The Virgo had been split in two and was crashing down to the surface.
Directly onto them.
Able Company had only been deployed once before. This was their second time in the field. Trixie handed back the receiver to her second-in-command. As the sounds of the battlefield became deafening to the relatively green Sergeant the world came crashing back down all at once.
Trixie took a sip of the liquid in her glass as the noblewoman in front of her stared on in awe at the story she had just heard. It had been first time Trixie had thought of that deployment in nearly a decade. Sith Command had given them the Virgo II and filled the 15th with soldiers again so fast it had been like nothing catastrophic had ever taken place. Out of her peripheral vision she could see Aisha leading a group of women over to the other side of the room. The same location where Seventeen looked to be brokering some sort of exchange for substance packaged in baggies.
“Excuse me for a moment.” The Mistress excused herself and pushed her way towards one of the balconies. Nova had caught the sense of tension in her lover’s voice and was right on the redhead’s tail.
“Out.” The blond ordered to the few members of the party that were enjoying the rainfall on the covered balcony.
As the last of the party goers left the sniper closed the doors behind them and turned to face her commanding officer who was leaning over the edge, letting the downpour soak her freshly washed hair. In Trixie’s mind all she could hear was the rain, sporadic blaster fire, the sounds of artillery, and the twisting sound the frame of a ship makes as it breaks apart upon re-entry above you. Sweat began to form up along her face and neck, enough to make her skin glisten in the neon lights of the night-time illumination. Nova reached out to place a hand on Trixie’s shoulder, which made her jump causing Terra to wrap her other arm around the Mistress’ stomach and pull her close into an embrace.
Trixie thought she could hear Nova whispering to her, but she couldn’t make out what it was that she was saying. In her field of vision all she could see was Corporal Masters and the rest of Able Company sprinting in front of her as she ushered them out of the barren city-scape. Building sized pieces of the Virgo crashed down around them as they were fired upon, shelled, and driven from their position.
Beatrix had done everything she could to put that deployment out of her head. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she closed her eyes just as one of the engine ports landed in front of the 15th’s escape route. So many good soldiers killed that day. Colonel Astrada had been killed when the Virgo I was destroyed. The man who had shown a Nightsister from Dathomir more than she could have ever hoped to see just living in seclusion on her planet. He took her body and her heart to the grave with him. Something she had given freely in a moment of passion.
“What’s wrong?” Nova said, softly into Trixie’s ear.
Trixie opened her eyes as more tears built up. She blinked causing fresh streams to flow down her cheeks, continuing to stare off the edge of the balcony at nothing, but simultaneously watching in horror as her other self unknowingly dragged half of a Sergeant from Easy Company into a section of fallen Star Destroyer for cover. Masters had been hit in the leg by shrapnel and was holed up nearby. The only thing alerting Sergeant Zulenka to his presence was the fire from his blaster rifle as enemy combatants came into range, still determined to kill the invading 15th Legion.
Nova caught the redhead as she fell to her knees, a blaster bolt hitting the younger Trixie square in the waist as she was sprinting to Masters’ position. Her armor had already begun to treat the wound and compress it to stop the bleeding. She still had that scar. The blond spun her Commanding Officer around and gently placed a loving kiss to her lips. Leaning into the redhead, she forced the Captain to her butt against the railing and knelt, gently rolling her lips across Trixie’s in quick succession. Gripping Nova’s hair, Trixie pulled the blond in closer and delved her tongue into the kiss before pulling back and burying her face into Terra’s, now messy, bun of hair.
“You’re okay, Trixie. I’ve got you.” Nova cooed as she gently brushed the Mistress’ hair with her hand.
After a risky orbital bombardment that left half a continent barren and ignited with plasma fueled flames, Trixie and her company were launched. The ride to the surface saw Charlie, Dog, and Fox companies take complete losses. The transports collided with the ground, unable to sustain flight by the time they were under the firing arc of the planetary anti-ship weapons.
Gripping Corporal Masters by the collar, Trixie pulled him from his seat and dragged him out the door as the rest of Able poured from their burning landing craft. Artillery and gunfire could be heard in the distance. In the skies above the Virgo was alone and surrounded by dozens of enemy cruisers.
“We can’t stay here!” Masters cried over an incoming mortar round that ripped into the crashed dropship, tossing a few soldiers onto their faces.
Trixie sprinted forward, forcing her second-in-command to give the order to pursue. They had been dropped dead center in the middle of the devastation that the orbital strike had caused. The ground beneath them was flat and charred blacker than night, staining their armor with a charcoal like substance.
“Hit the dirt!” Trixie ordered, dropping to one knee next to Masters.
Sliding a data-pad out of a canister on her lower back she clicked it open and displayed the map that had been provided. A heavy downpour of rain began to drench the area and turn the field of charred ash into thick mud.
“Ilo City! We’re standing in it, Corporal!” Zulenka shouted over heavy laser fire that had been aimed in their general direction.
“Command took out the entire city! We’re-“ Her sentence was interrupted by hatches being opened from beneath the newly formed mud.
“Able Company! Close combat!”
Readying her blaster rifle, she squeezed the trigger and ripped through the flesh of a Telos Soldier that had begun his climb out of the hole in the ground. Soon red and yellow blaster bolts were being spit back and forth between the exposed 15th and the ambush troops coming out of disaster tunnels beneath their ruined city. Sprinting back to a Corporal from Third Squad, Beatrix opened his backpack and removed a large metal plank from it’s holster. Tossing it into the dirt she clicked a button and the portable cover inflated as the explosive inside used gas to fill the chamber.
Signaling Masters, she dropped down beneath it as groups of fellow soldiers followed her lead and began deploying their own cover. He handed her the receiver to the radio on his back and took up an overwatch position, laying down fire on Telos Soldiers as they came out of their holes.
“Able One Five to Virgo! Come in!” Trixie shouted over heavy blaster fire. Static was her only response.
A tap on her shoulder made the redhead lookup to her Corporal. He pointed up just as the shockwave reached the surface and blew the entire 15th to the ground. The Virgo had been split in two and was crashing down to the surface.
Directly onto them.
Able Company had only been deployed once before. This was their second time in the field. Trixie handed back the receiver to her second-in-command. As the sounds of the battlefield became deafening to the relatively green Sergeant the world came crashing back down all at once.
***
Trixie took a sip of the liquid in her glass as the noblewoman in front of her stared on in awe at the story she had just heard. It had been first time Trixie had thought of that deployment in nearly a decade. Sith Command had given them the Virgo II and filled the 15th with soldiers again so fast it had been like nothing catastrophic had ever taken place. Out of her peripheral vision she could see Aisha leading a group of women over to the other side of the room. The same location where Seventeen looked to be brokering some sort of exchange for substance packaged in baggies.
“Excuse me for a moment.” The Mistress excused herself and pushed her way towards one of the balconies. Nova had caught the sense of tension in her lover’s voice and was right on the redhead’s tail.
“Out.” The blond ordered to the few members of the party that were enjoying the rainfall on the covered balcony.
As the last of the party goers left the sniper closed the doors behind them and turned to face her commanding officer who was leaning over the edge, letting the downpour soak her freshly washed hair. In Trixie’s mind all she could hear was the rain, sporadic blaster fire, the sounds of artillery, and the twisting sound the frame of a ship makes as it breaks apart upon re-entry above you. Sweat began to form up along her face and neck, enough to make her skin glisten in the neon lights of the night-time illumination. Nova reached out to place a hand on Trixie’s shoulder, which made her jump causing Terra to wrap her other arm around the Mistress’ stomach and pull her close into an embrace.
Trixie thought she could hear Nova whispering to her, but she couldn’t make out what it was that she was saying. In her field of vision all she could see was Corporal Masters and the rest of Able Company sprinting in front of her as she ushered them out of the barren city-scape. Building sized pieces of the Virgo crashed down around them as they were fired upon, shelled, and driven from their position.
Beatrix had done everything she could to put that deployment out of her head. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she closed her eyes just as one of the engine ports landed in front of the 15th’s escape route. So many good soldiers killed that day. Colonel Astrada had been killed when the Virgo I was destroyed. The man who had shown a Nightsister from Dathomir more than she could have ever hoped to see just living in seclusion on her planet. He took her body and her heart to the grave with him. Something she had given freely in a moment of passion.
“What’s wrong?” Nova said, softly into Trixie’s ear.
Trixie opened her eyes as more tears built up. She blinked causing fresh streams to flow down her cheeks, continuing to stare off the edge of the balcony at nothing, but simultaneously watching in horror as her other self unknowingly dragged half of a Sergeant from Easy Company into a section of fallen Star Destroyer for cover. Masters had been hit in the leg by shrapnel and was holed up nearby. The only thing alerting Sergeant Zulenka to his presence was the fire from his blaster rifle as enemy combatants came into range, still determined to kill the invading 15th Legion.
Nova caught the redhead as she fell to her knees, a blaster bolt hitting the younger Trixie square in the waist as she was sprinting to Masters’ position. Her armor had already begun to treat the wound and compress it to stop the bleeding. She still had that scar. The blond spun her Commanding Officer around and gently placed a loving kiss to her lips. Leaning into the redhead, she forced the Captain to her butt against the railing and knelt, gently rolling her lips across Trixie’s in quick succession. Gripping Nova’s hair, Trixie pulled the blond in closer and delved her tongue into the kiss before pulling back and burying her face into Terra’s, now messy, bun of hair.
“You’re okay, Trixie. I’ve got you.” Nova cooed as she gently brushed the Mistress’ hair with her hand.
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