05-16-2015, 04:48 PM
It was the middle of the night and the force user couldn’t sleep. A raging thunderstorm hammered the glass windows of the apartment she was staying in. It was pitch black minus the occasionally intense flash of lightning and dim glow from various data pads littered throughout the apartment. Trixie had stripped out of her jumpsuit and removed her bra to get more comfortable; she was wearing a lone t-shirt she had found in the bedroom inside one of the dressers that had the imperial logo printed on the front. Adjusting herself on the couch in the living room she scrolled through documents on the data pad she had found in the armory. Pushing her bangs out of her eyes Trixie put down the tablet and laid back into the leather couch. Closing her eyes she listened to the rain and the occasional rumbles of thunder.
“Contraband room…”
Pushing herself off the couch she got up and headed to the bar. Taking a lollipop from the candy dish put it in her mouth and walked over to the door labeled “Contraband.” Entering the door code she had discovered in the Armory files the lock clicked open and she pushed open the door. Several lights flickered to life revealing the contents of the walk in closet sized room. On a table labeled weapons inside of a holster was a pistol that caught her eye. Biting down on the candy in her mouth Beatrix walked over to the table and picked up the slip of paper beneath the weapon.
“Czerka Arms Mk1. Taken from dead mark. Shot right through Jessica’s breastplate and vaporized her organs. Found typically on the black market. Expensive and extremely rare.”
“Interesting. A pistol that pierced an infantry issue breastplate…” She whispered to herself.
Trixie eyed the report once more.
“At 70 meters. Impressive.”
Ripping the evidence tag from holster the mistress took it and exited the room, shutting the door behind her. Pulling the weapon out of its holder she got a feel for its weight and pointed it at the television screen a couple times. Sheathing the weapon she placed it on the bar and took the data pad from the coffee table and opened a data-verse window. Searching the name of the weapon and its manufacturer she linked the tablet to the armory uplink and received classified information about the origin of the weapon.
Deciding that she couldn’t let such a useful blaster go to waste the mistress determined she would keep it. She’d have to tell Commander Nova when they next met. Crunching the remainder of her lollipop she threw the stick into the sink and yawned deeply. Scratching her head she went into the bathroom to pee and change her womanly dam. Washing her hands she splashed cold water on her face before patting herself dry. Deciding it was time to at least try to sleep Trixie went into the bedroom with one of the data-pads and curled up into a ball beneath the sheets. Browsing the data-verse she came across a woman named Agnes who had openly welcomed any question someone could pose to her. Clicking on the link she eyed a photograph of Agnes and pondered for a second before typing in a question with a devious grin.
“Agnes. Mistress Soldier here. Can’t sleep on Coruscant. Are you single? Do you believe in fate? I think you’re gorgeous.”
With a yawn Beatrix couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. Hitting submit she dropped the data-pad onto the floor and relaxed against her pillow into a deep sleep.
“Contraband room…”
Pushing herself off the couch she got up and headed to the bar. Taking a lollipop from the candy dish put it in her mouth and walked over to the door labeled “Contraband.” Entering the door code she had discovered in the Armory files the lock clicked open and she pushed open the door. Several lights flickered to life revealing the contents of the walk in closet sized room. On a table labeled weapons inside of a holster was a pistol that caught her eye. Biting down on the candy in her mouth Beatrix walked over to the table and picked up the slip of paper beneath the weapon.
“Czerka Arms Mk1. Taken from dead mark. Shot right through Jessica’s breastplate and vaporized her organs. Found typically on the black market. Expensive and extremely rare.”
“Interesting. A pistol that pierced an infantry issue breastplate…” She whispered to herself.
Trixie eyed the report once more.
“At 70 meters. Impressive.”
Ripping the evidence tag from holster the mistress took it and exited the room, shutting the door behind her. Pulling the weapon out of its holder she got a feel for its weight and pointed it at the television screen a couple times. Sheathing the weapon she placed it on the bar and took the data pad from the coffee table and opened a data-verse window. Searching the name of the weapon and its manufacturer she linked the tablet to the armory uplink and received classified information about the origin of the weapon.
Deciding that she couldn’t let such a useful blaster go to waste the mistress determined she would keep it. She’d have to tell Commander Nova when they next met. Crunching the remainder of her lollipop she threw the stick into the sink and yawned deeply. Scratching her head she went into the bathroom to pee and change her womanly dam. Washing her hands she splashed cold water on her face before patting herself dry. Deciding it was time to at least try to sleep Trixie went into the bedroom with one of the data-pads and curled up into a ball beneath the sheets. Browsing the data-verse she came across a woman named Agnes who had openly welcomed any question someone could pose to her. Clicking on the link she eyed a photograph of Agnes and pondered for a second before typing in a question with a devious grin.
“Agnes. Mistress Soldier here. Can’t sleep on Coruscant. Are you single? Do you believe in fate? I think you’re gorgeous.”
With a yawn Beatrix couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. Hitting submit she dropped the data-pad onto the floor and relaxed against her pillow into a deep sleep.
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