06-03-2015, 05:07 AM
Trixie ran her thumb over the faded photograph she had arrived with in the Nexus. It had only been a few weeks and she had already found herself a place in this new world. Staring longingly at the face of who she assumed was Vad she sighed. They looked happy; truly happy with one another at a simple diner eating hot dogs. From behind her helmet and without her knowledge her eyes turned a bright pink and her mind was taken elsewhere.
“So you have no idea who that is? Well you certainly look like me, but you are hardly a Demonic Valkyrie. You also appear to be tainted with another being.”
As Trixie blinked she was now standing naked in front of another woman who looked eerily similar to her. It was the woman in the photograph. Her eyes glowed with pink energy and her hair was only shoulder length, but this woman looked exactly like Trixie. Clenching a fist, pink energy began to envelop her arm.
“You are a disgrace to my name! To HIS name!” She screamed launching an energy blast.
Trixie snapped out of her trance as the blast hit her face and their transport shuddered violently as it banked around a corner. Stowing the photograph she looked to her Commander who had taken off her chest plate. As Terra held her bosom up a medic was wrapping her torso with tape to keep her broken ribs in place. With a rip the medical officer finished and jabbed a syringe filled with a mild painkiller into the Commander’s neck. Lifting her armor from the transport floor Nova refitted herself into the protective gear.
Beatrix grabbed hold of a strap hanging from the ceiling as the squadron sank towards the road and proceeded towards the suspected maintenance tunnel in which Dominick Falkner was hiding. The pilot rotated the transport on its axis as a missile whistle by the open gunners door.
“CONTACT! TERRORIST ANTI-AIR!” A voice screamed over the communication channel.
Without a second to spare the thunderous drone of a large caliber vulcan blaster shredded into a nearby structure and blew apart the anti-air squad defending the perimeter.
“This is Falcon 1-2. Targets down.” The pilot reported, obviously proud of himself.
“Wing Commander to Falcon 1-3 and 1-4. Break off and perform strafing run. You are weapons free.” Nova spoke into her microphone.
She pulled down a suspended data-grid that displayed the locations of the transport and the aerial squadron around them. The sounds of heavy blaster fire and incendiary rounds being pummelled into suspected terrorist structures soon overtook the sound of the large repulsor engines inside the transport. An even louder roar shook the entire craft as a troop carrier quickly overtook the column and landed just ahead of the slowing Imperial squadron.
“9th Ranger Battalion on station! Awaiting contact with 72nd Special Forces.”
“ARC Commander Nova in bound. Twenty seconds.” The blond haired sniper spoke into the comm channel.
Before long the transport touched down next to a group of ten heavily armed Imperial Shocktroopers. The shriek of TIE Fighters loomed overhead as the Navy squadron patrolled the area and provided cover for their ground allies. Trixie stepped off the MAAT vehicle and tapped the hull with her hand. With a dull roar and a gust of wind the mighty repulsor engines kicked to life and the transport lifted off the ground to enter a strafing pattern. Checking her rifle she followed her commander to the Ranger group.
“I heard you guys lost a transport crew. Some fucking year, eh Terra?” The lead ranger said.
“You don’t know the half of it. This is Captain Zulenka my newest member and the 72nd’s new muscle.”
“She any good?” The lead ranger asked.
Nova laughed and shot a thumb back toward Trixie, “With a concussion she saved my ass from a jedi droid and survived a close quarters explosive device.”
The ranger nodded. “So that’s what that blast was.”
Patting Nova on the shoulder he laughed. “Nothing keeps you guys down for long, eh?”
Taking a holo pad he held it up so November and Beatrix could see it. “Thermal imaging from our recon satellites shows that they are dug in and ready for us. Someone tipped them off so I wouldn’t be surprised if they knew we were coming. Especially now that we have air support and an official ground presence.”
Nova scoffed. “I don’t give a wamp rats ass if they’re prepared for us or not. They blew me up god dammit. They are all going to submit or be crushed under my fucking boot!”
With a sinister grin Trixie pulled an expended energy cartridge from her rifle and loaded a new one. Several other dropships had arrived unloading more squads and equipment to use on the frontal assault of the terrorist base. Nova pulled Trixie aside and pulled a map out from her kitbag.
“We’re going in through the sewer system. It’s unguarded and leads directly into what appears to be the main gathering room. We’ll open the drain hatch and launch this into the room.”
Terra took hold of the grenade launcher she had slung over her shoulder. “This is the XL1 Thermonuclear Delivery System. Strap fifteen thermal detonators together and you’ll get the force from just one of these slugs.”
“Very nice, Commander.” Zulenka offered.
With a sharp whistle the ranger battalions began to mount up and ride their armored vehicles towards the terrorist base. Nova led Beatrix over to a sewer entrance and kicked open the grate. Both special forces soldiers dropped down into the sublevel of Tier 5 just as the magnetic sewer grate closed itself.
“My lord it fucking reeks down here. It’s actually making its way through my helmet rebreather.” Trixie complained as her and November sloshed through the sewer of Tier 5 on Coruscant.
The liquid muck was up to their knees with break off tunnels going in different directions every so often. From down here below the bustle of the city one could hear the automated machinery that worked to keep the basic amenities functioning for the people of Coruscant. However you could easily tell you were on a lower level because the piping and construction was in serious disrepair. Leaks were in abundance and completely blocked drains and passages were common sight. Pulling her datapad from the kitbag on her back, Trixie nudged her Commander and pointed toward a ladder that was about thirty meters from them. Switching her communicator to channel four Terra listened shortly to the progress of the rangers against the terrorists. They were winning, but it was an uphill battle. The terrorists may have dug in, but they didn’t have the organization or the sheer military funding that the Empire did and with the Special Forces AND the 9th Ranger Battalion on their heels it was inevitable. They had forced Falkner’s hand and his padawan had engaged the Imperial force at the gates to slow their progress. Turning off the radio Terra motioned to Trixie to climb the ladder. Taking a set of small charges from Nova, Beatrix found a broken pipe protruding from the concrete wall and slung her rifle from it. Gripping the wet and slimy ladder firmly in her gloved hands she pulled herself up slowly towards the top. The cover above them led directly into the terrorist main room which was a ways behind their front line. Removing her helmet she tossed it down to Nova who caught it quietly and placed it on a piece of broken concrete slab.
Ripping the small plastique charges from their containers Trixie pressed each one to the bottom of the lid above her head. Taking a pair of pliers from her assault bag she carefully wired each one the other before finishing the circle to a wireless detonator. Putting the pliers in her mouth she took a roll of tape from the same bag and sealed her wiring to make sure the connections were strong. Replacing the tape for a small energy cell she loaded it into the wireless unit before placing the cover on it. Taking the pliers from her mouth she put them back in her bag and zipped it shut carefully. Wrapping her legs around the ladder she drew her pistol and Darksaber before leaning completely back until she was upside down, her hair in Nova’s face. Taking the detonator from Trixie’s mouth Terra clicked it on and waited for it to charge. With any luck the blast would blow the lid upward and clear of the two Special Forces soldiers.
“Go.” The red-head whispered.
With a click Nova pressed the detonator. A quick boom blew the lid into pieces and outward into the main room of the terrorist camp. Without hesitating Nova took the grenade launcher and shot a round into the room above them creating an explosion that shook the very foundations of the sewer they were in. Using her well conditioned abs Trixie pulled herself upright and ignited the jets on her boots. She launched upward into the room, her Darksaber activating, and pistol drawn. Landing on a shredded terrorist with a gruesome squish she put a shot through another at the door which blew a fist sized hole in his chest.
Swiping left she severed the head of another enemy soldier who had been afflicted with third degree burns from the thermal grenade. Within seconds Nova was in the room with Trixie’s rifle and showering the dust shrouded room with blue energy bolts.
“I’m out!” She said.
Ripping the bandolier from her chestplate Trixie tossed it to her Commander before grabbing an injured terrorist.
“Falkner. Where is he?” She said, putting the barrel of her pistol into the young womans mouth.
A distant scream answered her question and with a flash of green energy Trixie ducked underneath a saber slash. Putting a blaster bolt through her captive's head she holstered her pistol and brought the Darksaber to bear in front of her.
“You fucking Imperial scum ruin everything! My padawan was executed after she had surrendered!” He screamed, slashing at Trixie.
Side stepping to the left she avoided his attack. “Maybe you should have told her that your kind are weak.”
Trixie drew her pistol and put a round into the armor Falkner was wearing on his right leg. He staggered backward.
“The Empire didn’t give a shit about my operation down here until you showed up! Whoever the fuck you are! You are the cause of this! My daughter! My daughter surrendered and your rangers cut her down!”
Falkner led with a horizontal slash. Tossing her pistol Trixie grasped the hilt of her sabre with both hands and tilted the blade downward. Meeting the green lightsaber she pushed the Jedi back, making him stumble. Rotating her blade to an upright position she brought it down and severed the hand he was using to hold his weapon. His extinguished lightsaber clattered to the ground and slid to a corner.
“Prepare to die, Jedi.”
“NOT TODAY!” He screamed, throwing an ornate disc at Trixie’s chest. Dodging it the disc bounced off Nova’s helmet and adhered itself to the wall before expanding into a large glyphic circle. Almost immediately November was ripped toward it. Without thinking twice Trixie wrapped her arms around the Commanders waist and pulled her away, throwing her into the injured Falkner. Black tendrils of energy exploded forth from the circle on the wall and gripped Trixie’s body. The room began to bend and twist towards the portal on the wall.
“Captain!” Nova screamed as she grabbed onto Trixie’s hand.
“Let me go! Just kill him!” She grabbed the blondes hair and pulled her in for an intimate kiss.
She lightly bit Nova’s lip and kissed her deeply once more before letting the woman go, most of her body being sucked into the dark portal.
“Don’t forget me November Terra! Whatever this is I will find a way back to you!”
Beatrix Zulenka was pulled into the banishment circle fully and with a loud bang the portal sealed itself. Tears formed in the eyes of Commander Terra as she dropped to her knees, her new comrade gone. The 9th Ranger squad arrived in the room just in time to find Falkner’s headless corpse and Terra wielding both the green lightsaber and the Darksaber.
“So you have no idea who that is? Well you certainly look like me, but you are hardly a Demonic Valkyrie. You also appear to be tainted with another being.”
As Trixie blinked she was now standing naked in front of another woman who looked eerily similar to her. It was the woman in the photograph. Her eyes glowed with pink energy and her hair was only shoulder length, but this woman looked exactly like Trixie. Clenching a fist, pink energy began to envelop her arm.
“You are a disgrace to my name! To HIS name!” She screamed launching an energy blast.
Trixie snapped out of her trance as the blast hit her face and their transport shuddered violently as it banked around a corner. Stowing the photograph she looked to her Commander who had taken off her chest plate. As Terra held her bosom up a medic was wrapping her torso with tape to keep her broken ribs in place. With a rip the medical officer finished and jabbed a syringe filled with a mild painkiller into the Commander’s neck. Lifting her armor from the transport floor Nova refitted herself into the protective gear.
Beatrix grabbed hold of a strap hanging from the ceiling as the squadron sank towards the road and proceeded towards the suspected maintenance tunnel in which Dominick Falkner was hiding. The pilot rotated the transport on its axis as a missile whistle by the open gunners door.
“CONTACT! TERRORIST ANTI-AIR!” A voice screamed over the communication channel.
Without a second to spare the thunderous drone of a large caliber vulcan blaster shredded into a nearby structure and blew apart the anti-air squad defending the perimeter.
“This is Falcon 1-2. Targets down.” The pilot reported, obviously proud of himself.
“Wing Commander to Falcon 1-3 and 1-4. Break off and perform strafing run. You are weapons free.” Nova spoke into her microphone.
She pulled down a suspended data-grid that displayed the locations of the transport and the aerial squadron around them. The sounds of heavy blaster fire and incendiary rounds being pummelled into suspected terrorist structures soon overtook the sound of the large repulsor engines inside the transport. An even louder roar shook the entire craft as a troop carrier quickly overtook the column and landed just ahead of the slowing Imperial squadron.
“9th Ranger Battalion on station! Awaiting contact with 72nd Special Forces.”
“ARC Commander Nova in bound. Twenty seconds.” The blond haired sniper spoke into the comm channel.
Before long the transport touched down next to a group of ten heavily armed Imperial Shocktroopers. The shriek of TIE Fighters loomed overhead as the Navy squadron patrolled the area and provided cover for their ground allies. Trixie stepped off the MAAT vehicle and tapped the hull with her hand. With a dull roar and a gust of wind the mighty repulsor engines kicked to life and the transport lifted off the ground to enter a strafing pattern. Checking her rifle she followed her commander to the Ranger group.
“I heard you guys lost a transport crew. Some fucking year, eh Terra?” The lead ranger said.
“You don’t know the half of it. This is Captain Zulenka my newest member and the 72nd’s new muscle.”
“She any good?” The lead ranger asked.
Nova laughed and shot a thumb back toward Trixie, “With a concussion she saved my ass from a jedi droid and survived a close quarters explosive device.”
The ranger nodded. “So that’s what that blast was.”
Patting Nova on the shoulder he laughed. “Nothing keeps you guys down for long, eh?”
Taking a holo pad he held it up so November and Beatrix could see it. “Thermal imaging from our recon satellites shows that they are dug in and ready for us. Someone tipped them off so I wouldn’t be surprised if they knew we were coming. Especially now that we have air support and an official ground presence.”
Nova scoffed. “I don’t give a wamp rats ass if they’re prepared for us or not. They blew me up god dammit. They are all going to submit or be crushed under my fucking boot!”
With a sinister grin Trixie pulled an expended energy cartridge from her rifle and loaded a new one. Several other dropships had arrived unloading more squads and equipment to use on the frontal assault of the terrorist base. Nova pulled Trixie aside and pulled a map out from her kitbag.
“We’re going in through the sewer system. It’s unguarded and leads directly into what appears to be the main gathering room. We’ll open the drain hatch and launch this into the room.”
Terra took hold of the grenade launcher she had slung over her shoulder. “This is the XL1 Thermonuclear Delivery System. Strap fifteen thermal detonators together and you’ll get the force from just one of these slugs.”
“Very nice, Commander.” Zulenka offered.
With a sharp whistle the ranger battalions began to mount up and ride their armored vehicles towards the terrorist base. Nova led Beatrix over to a sewer entrance and kicked open the grate. Both special forces soldiers dropped down into the sublevel of Tier 5 just as the magnetic sewer grate closed itself.
***
“My lord it fucking reeks down here. It’s actually making its way through my helmet rebreather.” Trixie complained as her and November sloshed through the sewer of Tier 5 on Coruscant.
The liquid muck was up to their knees with break off tunnels going in different directions every so often. From down here below the bustle of the city one could hear the automated machinery that worked to keep the basic amenities functioning for the people of Coruscant. However you could easily tell you were on a lower level because the piping and construction was in serious disrepair. Leaks were in abundance and completely blocked drains and passages were common sight. Pulling her datapad from the kitbag on her back, Trixie nudged her Commander and pointed toward a ladder that was about thirty meters from them. Switching her communicator to channel four Terra listened shortly to the progress of the rangers against the terrorists. They were winning, but it was an uphill battle. The terrorists may have dug in, but they didn’t have the organization or the sheer military funding that the Empire did and with the Special Forces AND the 9th Ranger Battalion on their heels it was inevitable. They had forced Falkner’s hand and his padawan had engaged the Imperial force at the gates to slow their progress. Turning off the radio Terra motioned to Trixie to climb the ladder. Taking a set of small charges from Nova, Beatrix found a broken pipe protruding from the concrete wall and slung her rifle from it. Gripping the wet and slimy ladder firmly in her gloved hands she pulled herself up slowly towards the top. The cover above them led directly into the terrorist main room which was a ways behind their front line. Removing her helmet she tossed it down to Nova who caught it quietly and placed it on a piece of broken concrete slab.
Ripping the small plastique charges from their containers Trixie pressed each one to the bottom of the lid above her head. Taking a pair of pliers from her assault bag she carefully wired each one the other before finishing the circle to a wireless detonator. Putting the pliers in her mouth she took a roll of tape from the same bag and sealed her wiring to make sure the connections were strong. Replacing the tape for a small energy cell she loaded it into the wireless unit before placing the cover on it. Taking the pliers from her mouth she put them back in her bag and zipped it shut carefully. Wrapping her legs around the ladder she drew her pistol and Darksaber before leaning completely back until she was upside down, her hair in Nova’s face. Taking the detonator from Trixie’s mouth Terra clicked it on and waited for it to charge. With any luck the blast would blow the lid upward and clear of the two Special Forces soldiers.
“Go.” The red-head whispered.
With a click Nova pressed the detonator. A quick boom blew the lid into pieces and outward into the main room of the terrorist camp. Without hesitating Nova took the grenade launcher and shot a round into the room above them creating an explosion that shook the very foundations of the sewer they were in. Using her well conditioned abs Trixie pulled herself upright and ignited the jets on her boots. She launched upward into the room, her Darksaber activating, and pistol drawn. Landing on a shredded terrorist with a gruesome squish she put a shot through another at the door which blew a fist sized hole in his chest.
Swiping left she severed the head of another enemy soldier who had been afflicted with third degree burns from the thermal grenade. Within seconds Nova was in the room with Trixie’s rifle and showering the dust shrouded room with blue energy bolts.
“I’m out!” She said.
Ripping the bandolier from her chestplate Trixie tossed it to her Commander before grabbing an injured terrorist.
“Falkner. Where is he?” She said, putting the barrel of her pistol into the young womans mouth.
A distant scream answered her question and with a flash of green energy Trixie ducked underneath a saber slash. Putting a blaster bolt through her captive's head she holstered her pistol and brought the Darksaber to bear in front of her.
“You fucking Imperial scum ruin everything! My padawan was executed after she had surrendered!” He screamed, slashing at Trixie.
Side stepping to the left she avoided his attack. “Maybe you should have told her that your kind are weak.”
Trixie drew her pistol and put a round into the armor Falkner was wearing on his right leg. He staggered backward.
“The Empire didn’t give a shit about my operation down here until you showed up! Whoever the fuck you are! You are the cause of this! My daughter! My daughter surrendered and your rangers cut her down!”
Falkner led with a horizontal slash. Tossing her pistol Trixie grasped the hilt of her sabre with both hands and tilted the blade downward. Meeting the green lightsaber she pushed the Jedi back, making him stumble. Rotating her blade to an upright position she brought it down and severed the hand he was using to hold his weapon. His extinguished lightsaber clattered to the ground and slid to a corner.
“Prepare to die, Jedi.”
“NOT TODAY!” He screamed, throwing an ornate disc at Trixie’s chest. Dodging it the disc bounced off Nova’s helmet and adhered itself to the wall before expanding into a large glyphic circle. Almost immediately November was ripped toward it. Without thinking twice Trixie wrapped her arms around the Commanders waist and pulled her away, throwing her into the injured Falkner. Black tendrils of energy exploded forth from the circle on the wall and gripped Trixie’s body. The room began to bend and twist towards the portal on the wall.
“Captain!” Nova screamed as she grabbed onto Trixie’s hand.
“Let me go! Just kill him!” She grabbed the blondes hair and pulled her in for an intimate kiss.
She lightly bit Nova’s lip and kissed her deeply once more before letting the woman go, most of her body being sucked into the dark portal.
“Don’t forget me November Terra! Whatever this is I will find a way back to you!”
Beatrix Zulenka was pulled into the banishment circle fully and with a loud bang the portal sealed itself. Tears formed in the eyes of Commander Terra as she dropped to her knees, her new comrade gone. The 9th Ranger squad arrived in the room just in time to find Falkner’s headless corpse and Terra wielding both the green lightsaber and the Darksaber.
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