05-14-2018, 08:44 PM
November had finally gotten Trixie to her feet and was in the process of braiding her hair into a single French braid to mask that she had drenched herself in the rain. The Captain was not your typical girl. She didn’t care about her appearance much, but Nova had come prepared. The blond had brought a few basic makeup supplies and set to work fixing the redheads eyeliner.
“I’m…sorry you had to see me like this.” Trixie said, keeping perfectly still as her comrade traced the black pen across her eye lids.
“You have nothing to apologize for. I’ve read the dossier on your previous military history. Those assholes in there glorify what we do, but don’t realize the toll it takes on us. I love you and everything you do for us. You know that.” Nova reassured her squad mate, capping the eyeliner and using a tissue to wipe away the smudges on the redheads’ cheeks.
The dinner gong resonated through the area and as Nova turned to lead them away something made Trixie grab hold of her arm. Pulling the woman close she embraced her into a tight hug, burying her face into the woman’s hair. The smell of her lavender shampoo and rose petal perfume was calming. Nova wrapped her arms around Beatrix and slowly rubbed her back.
“You’re okay. You’re here with me. We don’t have to go to dinner just yet.” Terra said, kissing the Mistress’ head.
“I’m…going to…going…” Aisha placed a hand over her mouth.
Seventeen immediately swept the blonde off her feet and carried her over to the ladies’ room as fast as he could. Kicking open one of the stalls he let the woman down who immediately dropped to her knees and began to wretch into the toilet. Like a true gentleman, Seventeen squeezed in next to her, taking hold of Aisha’s hair, he held it behind her head as she continued to void her stomach contents into the porcelain throne.
“This doesn’t mean you win the bet.” Aisha said, wiping her mouth with a piece of toilet paper.
The raven-haired cyborg smirked. “You sure? I don’t have my head inside a toilet bowl.”
“Shut u-“ The blond tried to reply, but couldn’t finish her sentence as another bout snuck up on her, forcing her to expel her stomach contents again.
Flushing the toilet Aisha slid to her butt and sighed, wiping sweat from her face.
“Guess you can’t kiss me now.” She said dejectedly, as if she had been expecting it.
“What?” Seventeen asked, slightly taken aback by the blonde’s words.
Before she could reply the entire building shook as an explosion from the main dining hall ripped through the party guests. Two more massive explosions caused Seventeen to lose his footing and fall into Aisha’s lap as dust and debris fell from the ceiling above them, the building being shook by the violent explosions coming from somewhere in the banquet hall.
With the dinner bell having been rung the party goers were taking their assigned seats at the long dining tables littered in specific spots throughout the giant ball room. Kitchen staff and various wait staff began brining out carts of food and entrees for the guests to enjoy. From roast pig, chicken, steaks, and every side dish you could imagine the food was pouring from the kitchens. The final dishes to arrive were three giant roast turkeys that were placed at each of the noble tables for the upper echelon to enjoy. As the wait staff switched over to pour drinks and providing service to those who needed it the first turkey situated in the middle of the table housing a group of nobles from Tier 1 including several officers from the Expeditionary Force exploded. The blast ripped through the surrounding crowd and threw viscera and chunks of table everywhere. Like clock work the other two turkeys exploded, taking out their respective tables. Officers from the Ranger Corps and Police Department were included in both blasts.
As the shock from the explosions sent everyone into a panic, groups of Stormtroopers came crashing through the paneled windows set vertically in the wall. Almost immediately they opened fire with their blaster rifles upon any of the remaining survivors caught in the billowing smoke and roaring flames. Trixie and Nova had been thrown to the ground on the balcony they were standing on. Opening her clutch purse, the mistress pulled her pistol out and pulled the blond to her feet. The glass doors leading out had been shattered, forcing the curtains to blow freely as the fire roaring inside consumed oxygen.
“Figures.” Trixie said kicking open one of the doors.
She squeezed off a few rounds and dropped one of the false Stormtroopers. Almost immediately they shifted their fire and began showering the Sith Warriors’ location with blaster fire. Nova had to pull her commander back onto the balcony, moving them both to the corner wall for cover. Terra had drawn her pistol from the holster under her breast and was letting off a few covering rounds, but it did nothing to stop the mass slaughter that was going on inside the ballroom.
“Captain Zulenka, to the Sulaco!” Trixie shouted over heavy fire as she rotated left and shot through the shattered window, pegging one of the impostors in the leg.
“This is Sergeant Juno. Go ahead for the Sulaco, Captain.” A voice replied.
Where was the Sergeant Major?
“Scramble Able and Bravo Company. Get them to my location on high alert. An attack has taken place at the party. Full response.” The Sith Warrior spoke into her communicator, squeezing off another salvo of rounds.
“Affirm, Captain! We’re on our way!” The Sergeant replied.
As one of the imposter Stormtroopers came barreling through the doors to the balcony, Trixie spun around Nova and latched onto his throat. With a swift toss she casually threw him over the ledge to his death.
“Fuck these guys.” Nova spat, reloading an energy cell into her pistol.
As quickly as it had started the troops were already retreating. Trixie opened the ruined glass door and stepped into the banquet hall to survey the damage. Fire suppression systems had kicked on, raining down cold water onto the party. Each blast point was relatively clean typical of such a high-power explosion. The real mess was the areas in between each epicenter. Shredded corpses and various body parts littered the floor. Those who had survived were moaning and crying out for medical aid. Spying one of the Stormtroopers she had pegged in the helmet, the redhead took hold of his armor and removed the headgear. A quick scan of the Holo-Net and Trixie’s fears were realized. He had been a rebel soldier. Switching her communicator to a different frequency the mistress placed the receiver close to her mouth and dialed the number for Colonel Skleros.
“Bianca, we’ve got a situation. I need you to alert Coruscant PD and Legionary HQ about a possible missing squad of Stormtroopers. Our party was hit by rebel soldiers wearing our own gear.” The redhead told her commanding officer.
Terra arrived at Trixie’s side having shut off the fire system from the back wall. Sirens could be heard as fire personnel and police approached the ruined party. Switching her communicator back to the 13th general comms channel a voice broke the silence. “This is Lieutenant Baker of Able Company. I have Bravo Company under Captain Rex in tow with me, we’re about two minutes out.”
“Good job, Lieutenant. Police, fire, and emergency services are on their way. You’ll have jurisdiction, so I want you to get some men on the ground and begin sweeping the area. Have Captain Rex meet me in the main hall. If anyone gives you trouble detain them immediately. This is a Code Orange situation.” Trixie replied, her voice finally calm.
“Roger that, boss. Able One Three, out.”
Holstering her pistol, Trixie began checking the survivors for any she could reasonably move to a safer location. November followed her lead, rushing to the only bar left intact and grabbing what first aid kit they had. While it wasn’t going to reattach any sever limbs or fix severe trauma, they could at least salvage some of the people from this mess.
“I’m…sorry you had to see me like this.” Trixie said, keeping perfectly still as her comrade traced the black pen across her eye lids.
“You have nothing to apologize for. I’ve read the dossier on your previous military history. Those assholes in there glorify what we do, but don’t realize the toll it takes on us. I love you and everything you do for us. You know that.” Nova reassured her squad mate, capping the eyeliner and using a tissue to wipe away the smudges on the redheads’ cheeks.
The dinner gong resonated through the area and as Nova turned to lead them away something made Trixie grab hold of her arm. Pulling the woman close she embraced her into a tight hug, burying her face into the woman’s hair. The smell of her lavender shampoo and rose petal perfume was calming. Nova wrapped her arms around Beatrix and slowly rubbed her back.
“You’re okay. You’re here with me. We don’t have to go to dinner just yet.” Terra said, kissing the Mistress’ head.
***
“I’m…going to…going…” Aisha placed a hand over her mouth.
Seventeen immediately swept the blonde off her feet and carried her over to the ladies’ room as fast as he could. Kicking open one of the stalls he let the woman down who immediately dropped to her knees and began to wretch into the toilet. Like a true gentleman, Seventeen squeezed in next to her, taking hold of Aisha’s hair, he held it behind her head as she continued to void her stomach contents into the porcelain throne.
“This doesn’t mean you win the bet.” Aisha said, wiping her mouth with a piece of toilet paper.
The raven-haired cyborg smirked. “You sure? I don’t have my head inside a toilet bowl.”
“Shut u-“ The blond tried to reply, but couldn’t finish her sentence as another bout snuck up on her, forcing her to expel her stomach contents again.
Flushing the toilet Aisha slid to her butt and sighed, wiping sweat from her face.
“Guess you can’t kiss me now.” She said dejectedly, as if she had been expecting it.
“What?” Seventeen asked, slightly taken aback by the blonde’s words.
Before she could reply the entire building shook as an explosion from the main dining hall ripped through the party guests. Two more massive explosions caused Seventeen to lose his footing and fall into Aisha’s lap as dust and debris fell from the ceiling above them, the building being shook by the violent explosions coming from somewhere in the banquet hall.
***
With the dinner bell having been rung the party goers were taking their assigned seats at the long dining tables littered in specific spots throughout the giant ball room. Kitchen staff and various wait staff began brining out carts of food and entrees for the guests to enjoy. From roast pig, chicken, steaks, and every side dish you could imagine the food was pouring from the kitchens. The final dishes to arrive were three giant roast turkeys that were placed at each of the noble tables for the upper echelon to enjoy. As the wait staff switched over to pour drinks and providing service to those who needed it the first turkey situated in the middle of the table housing a group of nobles from Tier 1 including several officers from the Expeditionary Force exploded. The blast ripped through the surrounding crowd and threw viscera and chunks of table everywhere. Like clock work the other two turkeys exploded, taking out their respective tables. Officers from the Ranger Corps and Police Department were included in both blasts.
As the shock from the explosions sent everyone into a panic, groups of Stormtroopers came crashing through the paneled windows set vertically in the wall. Almost immediately they opened fire with their blaster rifles upon any of the remaining survivors caught in the billowing smoke and roaring flames. Trixie and Nova had been thrown to the ground on the balcony they were standing on. Opening her clutch purse, the mistress pulled her pistol out and pulled the blond to her feet. The glass doors leading out had been shattered, forcing the curtains to blow freely as the fire roaring inside consumed oxygen.
“Figures.” Trixie said kicking open one of the doors.
She squeezed off a few rounds and dropped one of the false Stormtroopers. Almost immediately they shifted their fire and began showering the Sith Warriors’ location with blaster fire. Nova had to pull her commander back onto the balcony, moving them both to the corner wall for cover. Terra had drawn her pistol from the holster under her breast and was letting off a few covering rounds, but it did nothing to stop the mass slaughter that was going on inside the ballroom.
“Captain Zulenka, to the Sulaco!” Trixie shouted over heavy fire as she rotated left and shot through the shattered window, pegging one of the impostors in the leg.
“This is Sergeant Juno. Go ahead for the Sulaco, Captain.” A voice replied.
Where was the Sergeant Major?
“Scramble Able and Bravo Company. Get them to my location on high alert. An attack has taken place at the party. Full response.” The Sith Warrior spoke into her communicator, squeezing off another salvo of rounds.
“Affirm, Captain! We’re on our way!” The Sergeant replied.
As one of the imposter Stormtroopers came barreling through the doors to the balcony, Trixie spun around Nova and latched onto his throat. With a swift toss she casually threw him over the ledge to his death.
“Fuck these guys.” Nova spat, reloading an energy cell into her pistol.
As quickly as it had started the troops were already retreating. Trixie opened the ruined glass door and stepped into the banquet hall to survey the damage. Fire suppression systems had kicked on, raining down cold water onto the party. Each blast point was relatively clean typical of such a high-power explosion. The real mess was the areas in between each epicenter. Shredded corpses and various body parts littered the floor. Those who had survived were moaning and crying out for medical aid. Spying one of the Stormtroopers she had pegged in the helmet, the redhead took hold of his armor and removed the headgear. A quick scan of the Holo-Net and Trixie’s fears were realized. He had been a rebel soldier. Switching her communicator to a different frequency the mistress placed the receiver close to her mouth and dialed the number for Colonel Skleros.
“Bianca, we’ve got a situation. I need you to alert Coruscant PD and Legionary HQ about a possible missing squad of Stormtroopers. Our party was hit by rebel soldiers wearing our own gear.” The redhead told her commanding officer.
Terra arrived at Trixie’s side having shut off the fire system from the back wall. Sirens could be heard as fire personnel and police approached the ruined party. Switching her communicator back to the 13th general comms channel a voice broke the silence. “This is Lieutenant Baker of Able Company. I have Bravo Company under Captain Rex in tow with me, we’re about two minutes out.”
“Good job, Lieutenant. Police, fire, and emergency services are on their way. You’ll have jurisdiction, so I want you to get some men on the ground and begin sweeping the area. Have Captain Rex meet me in the main hall. If anyone gives you trouble detain them immediately. This is a Code Orange situation.” Trixie replied, her voice finally calm.
“Roger that, boss. Able One Three, out.”
Holstering her pistol, Trixie began checking the survivors for any she could reasonably move to a safer location. November followed her lead, rushing to the only bar left intact and grabbing what first aid kit they had. While it wasn’t going to reattach any sever limbs or fix severe trauma, they could at least salvage some of the people from this mess.
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