As Trixie, Nova, and Seventeen finally exited the building where the party in their honor had been taking place they were met with the deafening roar of Low Altitude Assault Transports touching down and taking off. Beatrix had called in the full support of both Able and Bravo, which meant that two full companies of clone troopers were now being ferried to their location for security and support. Three hundred soldiers were going to be running around this area and Trixie had to come up with a plan, and rapidly. Two troopers wearing different colored armor jogged up to the Mistress and saluted.
“Captain Rex and Lieutenant Baker reporting, Ma’am! We have your gear unloaded over here.” Rex said as he led the Special Forces team towards an array of trunks and cases that contained their emergency deployment equipment.
In the event of situations just like this, exact replicas of their gear were packed into portable trunks and cases to be used only in cases of immediate need or rapid transport; when changing into gear aboard the Sulaco was unavailable or if replacement armor was needed.
“You’ll notice the new rifles are in as well. Your WESTAR is now obsolete, Ma’am. We updated our emergency kits a few days ago with the new gear.”
Trixie unlatched her trunk and flipped it open, the top level that held her new rifle moving up and sliding backward to reveal her armor neatly packed into the case, separated only by foam inserts. Taking hold of her dress where it stopped just above her breasts, the Mistress ripped the fabric from her person and wiggled out of it. Without missing a beat, Lieutenant Baker of Able Company undid his superiors’ bra from the behind and let it drop to the floor. Nova was already stripping in front of her own series of equipment trunks. Taking the special issue skin-tight jumpsuit from one of the sealed pouches in the armor bin, Trixie slid her feet into the spandex like material and pulled it up around he body. Sliding her arms into the sleeves she zipped up the front causing the material to fuse together into one piece.
Zulenka was finished donning her armor first and had moved to examine the floating hex map stationed by the drop ships that had carried in Able Company. The ships had been powered down and parked as the decision was made to send Bravo Company knocking on doors and to send Able with Trixie and her team to face the threat head on. A beeping from her communicator informed the Captain that someone was calling her and as she slid her helmet down over her eyes, locking it into position with her armor she heard Chun Li’s voice come over the radio.
“Captain, as far as your hunch regarding a missing Stormtrooper squad. The 3rd Legion reported an entire company missing a few hours ago.”
An entire fucking company of Rebels walking around in our armor.
Mistress Zulenka clenched her fists and slammed the map, splitting it in half, to the surprise of every trooper around her.
“Angry like a Sith. Weapons like a Sith.” A hooded woman followed by a red skinned Twi’Lek approached the angered Trixie from the side. “Not a true Sith though.” Her words were laced with judgement and dislike.
Beatrix took a step forward which made every trooper around her back up and clear out of the way. Nova had finished getting her armor on and held up an arm to hold Seventeen where he was standing, his helmet still in his hands.
“Watch this.” The blond whispered to her raven-haired comrade, obviously knowing something he didn’t.
Without warning the hooded figure was lifted from the ground and violently tossed off the side of the platform to plummet down through each Tier towards the bottom. Lighting quick the Twi’Lek had drawn her saber and spun clockwise bringing a slash upwards at the armored Captain. Nova’s fingers pressed into Seventeen’s chest plate with anticipation. The saber stopped inches away from Trixie’s new helmet, the hum of the energy blade the only sound anyone could hear, before an armored foot planted itself square in the middle of the red-skinned alien’s chest, sending her stumbling backward.
“Crusader Rangeas…For someone trained as extensively as you, I figured you’d be the one to land a blow on me.” Captain Zulenka said through the modulator on her helmet.
Landing on the ground with a thud as if she had jumped her way back up, the hooded woman from seconds prior held out a hand to waive off her associate from attacking again.
“Kneel or die.” Zulenka demanded, squaring her stance towards both the new arrivals. She wasn’t in the mood to play games and, as the words escaped her mouth, the entirety of Able Company readied their weapons and trained them on her targets.
Both women knelt before their superior and bowed their heads in respect.
“Inquisitor Melorn and Crusader Rangeas assigned from Sith High Command to your detachment, mi’lady.”
“Your reports?” The armored woman demanded again, sounding more agitated.
“Just as the Council feared there is a Jedi behind this attack. A mere Knight, but a general nonetheless. Crusader Valerian spotted them headed towards a sparsely populated district on this Tier where some of our old warehouses are; to the northwest sector.”
With zero hesitation Trixie turned to Captain Rex, “Take Bravo and these two Sith. Investigate the leads we have that point us toward Tier 1. Drag people out of their beds. Make noise. You have point, Captain. The Inquisitor and the Crusader are guests on this Op.”
Rex saluted his superior and began mobilizing his forces as the two appointed Sith guests made their way into the rank and file with Bravo Company.
“Lieutenant.” She said, moving towards the closest transport where Baker was standing.
“Mount up. Able is moving out. Coordinates will be uploaded from my datapad.” With her orders given, she beckoned Nova and Seventeen to her, both with their new armor, weapons, and ammo pouches filled with magazines.
“ABLE COMPANY! ON YOUR FEET! MOUNT UP!” Baker shouted to his fellow soldiers.
The area began to buzz again with the whir of repulsor engines as each LAAT transport fired up and began taking on it’s share of clone troopers. Trixie stepped up into an empty one, pulling a Corporal from another craft to be her pilot.
“Nova, Seventeen, you take the door guns.” Trixie ordered as she pulled a magazine from her chest pouch and slid it into her rifle. Slamming the butt of the energy pack into the weapon it began to whir as it charged the energy banks from the newly inserted power source.
Seventeen saluted and began climbing into one of the domes that housed the gunnery controls for the laser turret on his side of the landing craft. As Nova passed Trixie, who was helping left over soldiers from Able into their transport, the blond pressed Falkner’s lightsaber against the Mistress’ chest.
“I kind of guessed they wouldn’t include your main weapons in our emergency supplies considering we’re not a sanctioned Sith sect of the Military. However, a girl never leaves home without her toys.” Nova was grinning wildly behind her helmet.
A smile formed across Trixie’s face, hidden by her armor, which made the Captain pull Nova into a quick embrace, helmet to helmet.
“Whatever happens…you two stay with me. Able will do what they do best, but I need you two to stay with me.” Zulenka’s words were carried to both of her friends through the comm system in their helmets.
“Stay on your ass. Got it boss.” Seventeen replied through their comm channel.
“Take us out Corporal. Lieutenant, here we go.” Trixie spoke to every soldier in Able Company.
“Colonel, this is Able One Three. Show us moving to northwestern region of Tier 2.” The Mistress relayed as she punched in the coordinates she had gotten from the Inquisitors report in her data files.
“Roger, Able One Three. Good hunting.” Bianca replied, having been roused from her sleep for this incident.
As the group of transports made their way away from the ruined party, Trixie could finally survey the damage that had been done. Fire Response crews were still battling proxy fires that had sprung up and the police force, assisted by Bravo Company were beginning their house to house sweep. When the venue for the gala ball was a tiny orange light in the distance Trixie keyed her mic to the Sulaco.
“Sergeant Major Li?”
“Go ahead, Captain.” The Master at Arms replied.
“Scramble Charlie, Dog, and Fox companies. My location. Forty minutes. Status…red.” Trixie was angry. They had hurt Aisha, killed many of her fellow soldiers, and made the Empire look weak for everyone to see.
It was time to show the populace of the Omniverse that the Ultramarine’s were not the only force to be feared.
Trixie was on a war path.
“Captain Rex and Lieutenant Baker reporting, Ma’am! We have your gear unloaded over here.” Rex said as he led the Special Forces team towards an array of trunks and cases that contained their emergency deployment equipment.
In the event of situations just like this, exact replicas of their gear were packed into portable trunks and cases to be used only in cases of immediate need or rapid transport; when changing into gear aboard the Sulaco was unavailable or if replacement armor was needed.
“You’ll notice the new rifles are in as well. Your WESTAR is now obsolete, Ma’am. We updated our emergency kits a few days ago with the new gear.”
Trixie unlatched her trunk and flipped it open, the top level that held her new rifle moving up and sliding backward to reveal her armor neatly packed into the case, separated only by foam inserts. Taking hold of her dress where it stopped just above her breasts, the Mistress ripped the fabric from her person and wiggled out of it. Without missing a beat, Lieutenant Baker of Able Company undid his superiors’ bra from the behind and let it drop to the floor. Nova was already stripping in front of her own series of equipment trunks. Taking the special issue skin-tight jumpsuit from one of the sealed pouches in the armor bin, Trixie slid her feet into the spandex like material and pulled it up around he body. Sliding her arms into the sleeves she zipped up the front causing the material to fuse together into one piece.
Zulenka was finished donning her armor first and had moved to examine the floating hex map stationed by the drop ships that had carried in Able Company. The ships had been powered down and parked as the decision was made to send Bravo Company knocking on doors and to send Able with Trixie and her team to face the threat head on. A beeping from her communicator informed the Captain that someone was calling her and as she slid her helmet down over her eyes, locking it into position with her armor she heard Chun Li’s voice come over the radio.
“Captain, as far as your hunch regarding a missing Stormtrooper squad. The 3rd Legion reported an entire company missing a few hours ago.”
An entire fucking company of Rebels walking around in our armor.
Mistress Zulenka clenched her fists and slammed the map, splitting it in half, to the surprise of every trooper around her.
“Angry like a Sith. Weapons like a Sith.” A hooded woman followed by a red skinned Twi’Lek approached the angered Trixie from the side. “Not a true Sith though.” Her words were laced with judgement and dislike.
Beatrix took a step forward which made every trooper around her back up and clear out of the way. Nova had finished getting her armor on and held up an arm to hold Seventeen where he was standing, his helmet still in his hands.
“Watch this.” The blond whispered to her raven-haired comrade, obviously knowing something he didn’t.
Without warning the hooded figure was lifted from the ground and violently tossed off the side of the platform to plummet down through each Tier towards the bottom. Lighting quick the Twi’Lek had drawn her saber and spun clockwise bringing a slash upwards at the armored Captain. Nova’s fingers pressed into Seventeen’s chest plate with anticipation. The saber stopped inches away from Trixie’s new helmet, the hum of the energy blade the only sound anyone could hear, before an armored foot planted itself square in the middle of the red-skinned alien’s chest, sending her stumbling backward.
“Crusader Rangeas…For someone trained as extensively as you, I figured you’d be the one to land a blow on me.” Captain Zulenka said through the modulator on her helmet.
Landing on the ground with a thud as if she had jumped her way back up, the hooded woman from seconds prior held out a hand to waive off her associate from attacking again.
“Kneel or die.” Zulenka demanded, squaring her stance towards both the new arrivals. She wasn’t in the mood to play games and, as the words escaped her mouth, the entirety of Able Company readied their weapons and trained them on her targets.
Both women knelt before their superior and bowed their heads in respect.
“Inquisitor Melorn and Crusader Rangeas assigned from Sith High Command to your detachment, mi’lady.”
“Your reports?” The armored woman demanded again, sounding more agitated.
“Just as the Council feared there is a Jedi behind this attack. A mere Knight, but a general nonetheless. Crusader Valerian spotted them headed towards a sparsely populated district on this Tier where some of our old warehouses are; to the northwest sector.”
With zero hesitation Trixie turned to Captain Rex, “Take Bravo and these two Sith. Investigate the leads we have that point us toward Tier 1. Drag people out of their beds. Make noise. You have point, Captain. The Inquisitor and the Crusader are guests on this Op.”
Rex saluted his superior and began mobilizing his forces as the two appointed Sith guests made their way into the rank and file with Bravo Company.
“Lieutenant.” She said, moving towards the closest transport where Baker was standing.
“Mount up. Able is moving out. Coordinates will be uploaded from my datapad.” With her orders given, she beckoned Nova and Seventeen to her, both with their new armor, weapons, and ammo pouches filled with magazines.
“ABLE COMPANY! ON YOUR FEET! MOUNT UP!” Baker shouted to his fellow soldiers.
The area began to buzz again with the whir of repulsor engines as each LAAT transport fired up and began taking on it’s share of clone troopers. Trixie stepped up into an empty one, pulling a Corporal from another craft to be her pilot.
“Nova, Seventeen, you take the door guns.” Trixie ordered as she pulled a magazine from her chest pouch and slid it into her rifle. Slamming the butt of the energy pack into the weapon it began to whir as it charged the energy banks from the newly inserted power source.
Seventeen saluted and began climbing into one of the domes that housed the gunnery controls for the laser turret on his side of the landing craft. As Nova passed Trixie, who was helping left over soldiers from Able into their transport, the blond pressed Falkner’s lightsaber against the Mistress’ chest.
“I kind of guessed they wouldn’t include your main weapons in our emergency supplies considering we’re not a sanctioned Sith sect of the Military. However, a girl never leaves home without her toys.” Nova was grinning wildly behind her helmet.
A smile formed across Trixie’s face, hidden by her armor, which made the Captain pull Nova into a quick embrace, helmet to helmet.
“Whatever happens…you two stay with me. Able will do what they do best, but I need you two to stay with me.” Zulenka’s words were carried to both of her friends through the comm system in their helmets.
“Stay on your ass. Got it boss.” Seventeen replied through their comm channel.
“Take us out Corporal. Lieutenant, here we go.” Trixie spoke to every soldier in Able Company.
“Colonel, this is Able One Three. Show us moving to northwestern region of Tier 2.” The Mistress relayed as she punched in the coordinates she had gotten from the Inquisitors report in her data files.
“Roger, Able One Three. Good hunting.” Bianca replied, having been roused from her sleep for this incident.
As the group of transports made their way away from the ruined party, Trixie could finally survey the damage that had been done. Fire Response crews were still battling proxy fires that had sprung up and the police force, assisted by Bravo Company were beginning their house to house sweep. When the venue for the gala ball was a tiny orange light in the distance Trixie keyed her mic to the Sulaco.
“Sergeant Major Li?”
“Go ahead, Captain.” The Master at Arms replied.
“Scramble Charlie, Dog, and Fox companies. My location. Forty minutes. Status…red.” Trixie was angry. They had hurt Aisha, killed many of her fellow soldiers, and made the Empire look weak for everyone to see.
It was time to show the populace of the Omniverse that the Ultramarine’s were not the only force to be feared.
Trixie was on a war path.
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