[M] Lost In Time Immemorial

[Trixie]

With a loud crunch the red-headed mistress chomped into a crisp piece of bacon from her plate. Once the shock of being a Captain in the Imperial Army had worn off Trixie discovered that she was starving. Without even hesitating she raided Commander Nova’s fridge for food. Taking another strip of the greasy bacon from her plate she crunched down on it as she lounged against the island bar which housed the kitchen stove. Smelling the prepared food November made her way into the kitchen and grinned, running her hand through her blonde hair.

“I see you found my food."

With a nod the red-headed soldier bit into an English muffin smeared with jam. She crunched the toasted bread as Nova slid her a copy of the mission dossier. It was a relatively thick stack of paper that was in-between a folder. A data-pad was attached to the outside that was flashing through images of suspected targets.

"We're being tasked with seeking and destroying a rogue terrorist element that used to belong to the Copper Eye. They've been raiding Imperial supplies on Tier 5 for weeks and High Command has finally gotten sick of it." The blonde haired Commander explained.

Flipping through a series of images she held up the data-pad to the munching Trixie.

"This is our main target. Cell Leader Dominick Falkner; he's in charge of the splinter group and he's also a Jedi Knight. Which is why we're being tasked with eliminating his operation. We'll be providing our own insertion for this mission and ground support will be for emergencies only. Any questions, Captain?"

With a loud burp Trixie flipped through the pages. "Do we have any idea where they're working out of?"

Commander Nova flipped through to the last page and smirked. "The closest we got was inside one of the subway tunnels leading past an apartment complex that was a block from the Archives of Ultan. Command assumes they're using an old maintenance shaft or construction depot for a camp. We'll be stationed out of an apartment across from a special forces owned warehouse that's been raided a couple times."

Nodding in agreement Trixie took a long drink from her glass of orange juice and wiped her mouth on a napkin.

"Lead on Commander." She said motioning towards the kitchen exit.

The two women descended a staircase inside the giant pent house and entered the sprawling Armory. On one side was Nova's gear already mounted on its stand and ready to put on; on the other side inside unopened crates that had been shipped directly from High Command was Trixie's equipment. Tossing the red-head a crow bar Nova went over the shipping manifest as Zulenka proceeded to pry open the crates containing her custom crafted armor.

"So that’s why you had to examine my boobs." Beatrix said with a grin as she examined her chest plate for the first time.

"Well that and they're pretty amazing." Nova said with a laugh. "Your armor is custom tailored to fit your body within a few degrees of error. The chest plate is crafted to fit your bust and is designed to hold you snuggly in place for combat purposes. It actually compresses against your body and the interior hugs your bosom like a sports bra allowing for freedom of movement without...you know. Your tits getting in the way."

Trixie laughed. "Well that's good to know. Thanks."

Opening the crate that contained her weapon Beatrix placed it on a nearby bench and removed the stock and sling from the bottom of the packaging. Assembling the gun she leaned it against the crate that contained her chest plate and helmet. Removing each piece of armor from their respective boxes she organized it and hung it on an armor stand Nova had set up just for her.

"There's another package here from High Command." The red-headed mistress said aloud.

Nova walked over and opened it up. Inside was a flowing black cloak with a red interior and resting on top of it was the hilt of a unique looking light-saber. Taking the blade from the box she clicked it on and a black blade shot forth from her hand. Almost immediately it began to glow white as it absorbed the ambient light from the area. Clicking off the Darksaber Trixie hung it on the armor stand on her utility belt.

"Seems someone is looking out for you. I've never seen a saber like that." Nova said, unzipping her off duty jumpsuit.

"Get dressed, Captain." She ordered.

Trixie nodded and removed everything but her lace panties. Taking the brand new under-armor suit from the nearby bench she slid herself into it and zipped it up. The skin tight silk garment was designed to protect the users’ skin from their armor. Clasping her leg armor on and slipping into her combat boots Trixie was ready to put on her chest piece. Sliding it over her head she positioned it down until it clicked with her pants. The auto alignment system jerked her armor into the correction position. Within seconds the chest piece began to compress onto her chest. She could feel her bosom being cupped and pressed against her body. Just as she thought it was going to hurt the armor stopped and the internals locked in place, securing her upper body in a snug airtight position. Bending over to grab the armor for her arms she could barely notice her bosom move. The internal computer auto corrected for her movement and adjusted; before long the armor was completely form fitting to her body. With only her helmet left to put on Trixie strapped an assault backpack to her back where she had stored extra ammunition and other basic field equipment.

Clipping the Darksaber to her belt she let it hang at her side. Taking the pistol from a locker that Nova had prepared for her she strapped the holster to her left thigh and sheathed the weapon, snapping it in place. Cracking open a box of ammunition, Zulenka filled her bandolier with extra battery packs for her rifle.

"I'm seriously jealous. You look great." Nova said with a smile. "Follow me, Captain. I have another surprise for you."

Slinging her rifle over her shoulder and grabbing her helmet Trixie followed Commander November into her pent house garage where two white swoop bikes were parked. The mistress had never seen a more beautiful vehicle in her life. It was even more surprising when she noticed one of them was labeled with "Cpt. Zulenka."

"We're being given our own personal swoops for on and off duty. They're fast, they can fly, and they're a lot of fun. Since you don't have a place of your own yet you'll be staying here with me."

Nova threw Trixie a keycard attached to an Imperial keychain. "Unfortunately we won't be taking the bikes for this mission. Our ride should be here shortly. Don't forget your cloak."

Tying her hair into a tight bun Nova slipped her helmet on. With a click and a shrill hiss it locked in place and powered on. Trixie returned to the armory and grabbed the cloak from the box it was in. Putting down her rifle she slid her arms into the sleeves and pulled it up over her shoulders and clasped the chains to the clips on her shoulders. Picking up her rifle again she slung it across her chest and headed back into the garage. November tossed the mistress a hair tie as she entered the room. Fashioning her red hair into a bun she picked up her helmet and slid it over her face and down onto her head. The heads up display clicked on and she could see with better clarity than before.

Going over to a workbench Nova grabbed two items from inside a box and brought them over to Trixie. Taking the red-heads left hand she slid a circular device over the back of it.

"This is your communicator. It's linked to your helmet and swoop bike. It also functions as a holo-communicator by itself when needed. It has a self-charging battery that will replenish its’ charge when you’re not using it."

Pulling apart what looked like two thick chopsticks Nova revealed a collapsible data-pad. "This is your Data-verse device. Use it access mission information and the Imperial Holo-Net. It's also just your personal data-pad so use it to check email and watch porn. If you're into that." Nova grinned.

Beatrix bit her lip with a devious smile. "Got it."

She closed the data-verse device and slid it into a pouch on her belt. Securing the communicator she clicked it on and watched as a little radio icon appeared at the bottom right corner of her helmets HUD.

"Testing, Commander." She spoke into her helmet receiver.

"I read you, Captain. Transport should be here within two minutes. Do a last minute weapons check and be ready to depart."

"Copy that." Trixie replied.

It was her first mission for the Empire and somehow it felt like she had been doing it for years.