05-13-2015, 09:26 AM
“Is that it then?” Trixie asked urgently.
Nova shook her head.
“From the looks of you.” The Commander eyed her targets hands and crotch. “You need a place to stay.”
Pulling her rifle up and slinging it over her shoulder Nova proceeded to walk towards the entrance of the apartment complex.
“Luckily for you there are completed apartments on this level we use for field work. I can let you use one for a couple days while you decide if you’re going to work for me or not.”
Placing a hand on the small of Trixie’s back, Commander Nova guided the mistress into the building and out of the rain. Taking a right into the unlit corridor they descended a set of stairs at the end of the hall and headed left around a stack of unopened appliances and furniture. Arriving at Apartment 151 Nova pressed a series of numbers into the keypad and opened the door, pushing Trixie through.
Closing the door behind them Nova latched it and sealed the magnetic locks. Pulling back her hood she ripped the magnetic rain slicker from her jumpsuit and threw it onto the kitchen counter to her right. The apartment was nicely sized. Trixie walked to the living room and turned to inspect her surroundings. As you entered the apartment a mini kitchen was situated to your right. On the back wall with the door was the fridge, stove, and cabinets for food. Creating an alcove in front of the appliances was a raised counter that had a bar on it. The sink was located in the center with a dishwasher to its right. Past the kitchen and living room and to the left was the master bed room and only bed in the apartment.
A sealed door led to the apartments heating and cooling elements just to the right of the living room. To the left of the front door was a small hallway that led straight back into a full bathroom complete with tub, toilet, and shower fixtures. To the right of the bathroom was a room labeled “Contraband” and to the left of the bathroom was a room labeled “Armory and Security”. A closet was built into the wall immediately to your left upon entering the apartment.
The place was relatively clean. Without saying a word Trixie walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Nova went to the holophone on the bar and dialed a series of numbers.
“I have a possible replacement, Oberst. However she is…completely unregistered. So I’m going to need a registration kit and basic officer fatigues sent to field house 151.”
A voice responded on the other end which make Nova smirk.
“One second.” She replied pressing the hold button.
Walking to the bathroom door she opened it just as Trixie was sitting down to pee. The red-headed vixen had put her hair into a pony tail.
“May I help you?” She said, sighing with frustration.
Nova took Beatrix’s hand and raised it above her to get a good look at Trixie’s breasts. The optical sensor over her right eye measured the mistress’ bust and torso.
“Do you…like what you see?” Trixie said slightly irked.
Ignoring her question Nova released her targets arm and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Releasing the hold button she resumed the call with her superior. Beatrix sighed and stood up. Stepping into the shower she pulled the curtain shut and switched on the hot water. Immediately the warm liquid ran over the woman’s skin, revitalizing her mood and her stamina. Zulenka did not know what had happened to her, but for some reason just being able to pee in relative privacy and take a shower was a well needed relief. Removing the hair tie from her hair she fluffed it out under the water and rinsed out her sweat, blood, and whatever else had gotten into it. Her hair had gotten long, but she didn’t care. She had always loved how her hair looked. Taking a can of shaving cream from the shelf she spread it on her legs, inner thighs, and private area. Taking a razor from the same shelf in the shower she sat down on the bench and proceeded to groom herself. She loved the feeling of her freshly shaved skin and feeling clean is something she desperately needed right now.
Finally opening the door to let the steam out of the bathroom, Trixie exited. Wrapped around her body was a lush towel. Entering the living room she saw Nova leaning over a black hard case. On the couch was a set of clothes and a few other items.
“Feel better, Beatrix?” The Commander asked.
“Yeah. What is all that?” Trixie asked seeing the syringe and data pads.
“I’m about to offer you a job. Recent events have made my squad…well I’m alone right now. I have oversight on who is recruited to work with me and I’ve chosen you to be my partner. You’ll be given a decent starting rank and pay. You will work for me and for the Empire.”
Nova took hold of a thick glass data pad and held it up to Trixie.
“You’re force sensitive so you’ll be my muscle. If you agree place your right hand flatly against this data pad.”
Trixie eyed her future Commander.
“Why?” She asked hesitantly.
Nova smiled. “Because I need to make you an Imperial Citizen before I can enlist you. As of right now you’re nobody.”
With a smirk Trixie placed her right hand firmly against the glass of the data pad. A series of flashing icons and windows buzzed across the screen before it scanned and retained her hand print. Pressing her thumb print to the bottom right corner out of unknown instinct she completed one arm. Repeating the process for her left hand and thumb the mistress sat down on the coffee table and examined the clothes Commander Nova had laid out for her.
Trixie’s head snapped toward the blonde haired warrior as a sharp pain alerted her to a needle drawing blood from her right arm.
“Get dressed.” Nova ordered.
Dropping the towel to the floor Trixie took the pair of lace panties from the pile of clothes and slid them onto her legs and up to her waist. Sliding both arms into a matching lace bra she turned it around to fasten it before reversing it again. Pulling on it she pushed on her breasts to seat them comfortably in her new clothing. Sliding her feet into the tight leather skin suit she fed her arms into the torso before zipping the form fitting uniform shut. The leather like uniform was skin tight and showed off every curve of her body. Around the waist were loop holes for a utility belt and other attachable devices. On each bicep was the Imperial emblem in white. Her last name was printed just above her right breast. Clasps on her shoulders where a cloak would go, if she had one, made her think of that woman she had seen in her mind.
“Is that me?”
“You look good. Now smile.” Nova said.
Snapping Trixie’s picture she took a personnel photo and finished the registration of her new team mate. With the personnel file complete Nova uploaded the mistress’ blood and biometric data into the Imperial Database for storage and analysis. A series of beeps signaled it was done and with a smile Nova closed the case and sealed it shut. Almost immediately the self-engraving nameplate seared the first letter of her first name and her last name into itself.
“Good, now sit tight for a couple days and I’ll contact you when High Command is ready to meet you. Help yourself to any food and any gear in the armory you might need. I don’t have any way of getting you a light saber right now so you’ll have to make due with basic blaster weapons.”
Trixie nodded as Nova made for the door and let herself out. It sealed behind her Commander and the mistress was alone once again with her thoughts.
“Working for the Empire…”
She sighed dejectedly.
Nova shook her head.
“From the looks of you.” The Commander eyed her targets hands and crotch. “You need a place to stay.”
Pulling her rifle up and slinging it over her shoulder Nova proceeded to walk towards the entrance of the apartment complex.
“Luckily for you there are completed apartments on this level we use for field work. I can let you use one for a couple days while you decide if you’re going to work for me or not.”
Placing a hand on the small of Trixie’s back, Commander Nova guided the mistress into the building and out of the rain. Taking a right into the unlit corridor they descended a set of stairs at the end of the hall and headed left around a stack of unopened appliances and furniture. Arriving at Apartment 151 Nova pressed a series of numbers into the keypad and opened the door, pushing Trixie through.
Closing the door behind them Nova latched it and sealed the magnetic locks. Pulling back her hood she ripped the magnetic rain slicker from her jumpsuit and threw it onto the kitchen counter to her right. The apartment was nicely sized. Trixie walked to the living room and turned to inspect her surroundings. As you entered the apartment a mini kitchen was situated to your right. On the back wall with the door was the fridge, stove, and cabinets for food. Creating an alcove in front of the appliances was a raised counter that had a bar on it. The sink was located in the center with a dishwasher to its right. Past the kitchen and living room and to the left was the master bed room and only bed in the apartment.
A sealed door led to the apartments heating and cooling elements just to the right of the living room. To the left of the front door was a small hallway that led straight back into a full bathroom complete with tub, toilet, and shower fixtures. To the right of the bathroom was a room labeled “Contraband” and to the left of the bathroom was a room labeled “Armory and Security”. A closet was built into the wall immediately to your left upon entering the apartment.
The place was relatively clean. Without saying a word Trixie walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Nova went to the holophone on the bar and dialed a series of numbers.
“I have a possible replacement, Oberst. However she is…completely unregistered. So I’m going to need a registration kit and basic officer fatigues sent to field house 151.”
A voice responded on the other end which make Nova smirk.
“One second.” She replied pressing the hold button.
Walking to the bathroom door she opened it just as Trixie was sitting down to pee. The red-headed vixen had put her hair into a pony tail.
“May I help you?” She said, sighing with frustration.
Nova took Beatrix’s hand and raised it above her to get a good look at Trixie’s breasts. The optical sensor over her right eye measured the mistress’ bust and torso.
“Do you…like what you see?” Trixie said slightly irked.
Ignoring her question Nova released her targets arm and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Releasing the hold button she resumed the call with her superior. Beatrix sighed and stood up. Stepping into the shower she pulled the curtain shut and switched on the hot water. Immediately the warm liquid ran over the woman’s skin, revitalizing her mood and her stamina. Zulenka did not know what had happened to her, but for some reason just being able to pee in relative privacy and take a shower was a well needed relief. Removing the hair tie from her hair she fluffed it out under the water and rinsed out her sweat, blood, and whatever else had gotten into it. Her hair had gotten long, but she didn’t care. She had always loved how her hair looked. Taking a can of shaving cream from the shelf she spread it on her legs, inner thighs, and private area. Taking a razor from the same shelf in the shower she sat down on the bench and proceeded to groom herself. She loved the feeling of her freshly shaved skin and feeling clean is something she desperately needed right now.
***
Finally opening the door to let the steam out of the bathroom, Trixie exited. Wrapped around her body was a lush towel. Entering the living room she saw Nova leaning over a black hard case. On the couch was a set of clothes and a few other items.
“Feel better, Beatrix?” The Commander asked.
“Yeah. What is all that?” Trixie asked seeing the syringe and data pads.
“I’m about to offer you a job. Recent events have made my squad…well I’m alone right now. I have oversight on who is recruited to work with me and I’ve chosen you to be my partner. You’ll be given a decent starting rank and pay. You will work for me and for the Empire.”
Nova took hold of a thick glass data pad and held it up to Trixie.
“You’re force sensitive so you’ll be my muscle. If you agree place your right hand flatly against this data pad.”
Trixie eyed her future Commander.
“Why?” She asked hesitantly.
Nova smiled. “Because I need to make you an Imperial Citizen before I can enlist you. As of right now you’re nobody.”
With a smirk Trixie placed her right hand firmly against the glass of the data pad. A series of flashing icons and windows buzzed across the screen before it scanned and retained her hand print. Pressing her thumb print to the bottom right corner out of unknown instinct she completed one arm. Repeating the process for her left hand and thumb the mistress sat down on the coffee table and examined the clothes Commander Nova had laid out for her.
Trixie’s head snapped toward the blonde haired warrior as a sharp pain alerted her to a needle drawing blood from her right arm.
“Get dressed.” Nova ordered.
Dropping the towel to the floor Trixie took the pair of lace panties from the pile of clothes and slid them onto her legs and up to her waist. Sliding both arms into a matching lace bra she turned it around to fasten it before reversing it again. Pulling on it she pushed on her breasts to seat them comfortably in her new clothing. Sliding her feet into the tight leather skin suit she fed her arms into the torso before zipping the form fitting uniform shut. The leather like uniform was skin tight and showed off every curve of her body. Around the waist were loop holes for a utility belt and other attachable devices. On each bicep was the Imperial emblem in white. Her last name was printed just above her right breast. Clasps on her shoulders where a cloak would go, if she had one, made her think of that woman she had seen in her mind.
“Is that me?”
“You look good. Now smile.” Nova said.
Snapping Trixie’s picture she took a personnel photo and finished the registration of her new team mate. With the personnel file complete Nova uploaded the mistress’ blood and biometric data into the Imperial Database for storage and analysis. A series of beeps signaled it was done and with a smile Nova closed the case and sealed it shut. Almost immediately the self-engraving nameplate seared the first letter of her first name and her last name into itself.
“Good, now sit tight for a couple days and I’ll contact you when High Command is ready to meet you. Help yourself to any food and any gear in the armory you might need. I don’t have any way of getting you a light saber right now so you’ll have to make due with basic blaster weapons.”
Trixie nodded as Nova made for the door and let herself out. It sealed behind her Commander and the mistress was alone once again with her thoughts.
“Working for the Empire…”
She sighed dejectedly.
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