Trixie pressed down on the strike wheel of her lighter forcing the steel to collide with the flint beneath it. Hovering the newly formed flame to the tip of her cigarette the Mistress took a puff. Flicking the lighter closed she returned it to her pocket. Tilting her head back, Beatrix closed her eyes and let the nicostick hang gently between her lips. The leather couch that the Sergeant was situated in the middle of was comfortable, and for the first time in a long time she had gotten a chance to think. Trixie was a professional soldier, she had been formally educated at Sith High Command on Dromund Kaas. Despite all her knowledge the redheaded woman had her shortcomings. She was Infantry through and through. Leading missions from behind the lines was something she did not enjoy.
While High Command hadn’t considered an entire pharmaceutical building exploding a failure on Trixie’s part, as a combat leader she felt responsible. Had Nova and Aisha been deployed as well, things might have gone radically different. The Corporal and the Specialist had been called to assist with some Ultramarine business. The dark commander’s quarters aboard the Venator Class Star Destroyer lit up with flashes of lightning as the storm system that had currently settled over Tier 1 continued to pound the area.
Judge Dredd had requested her presence at Imperial Command near the senate building on Tier One. It had been a setup. Upon entering the room Trixie was ambushed by several Sith Assassin’s sent by Dredd to take her into custody. Swiftly rendering the redhead unconscious they stripped her of clothing and stuffed her naked body into a corpse bag. Wheeling her out on a gurney the capture team handed their mark off to the transport team who were standing by with a shuttle.
While High Command hadn’t considered an entire pharmaceutical building exploding a failure on Trixie’s part, as a combat leader she felt responsible. Had Nova and Aisha been deployed as well, things might have gone radically different. The Corporal and the Specialist had been called to assist with some Ultramarine business. The dark commander’s quarters aboard the Venator Class Star Destroyer lit up with flashes of lightning as the storm system that had currently settled over Tier 1 continued to pound the area.
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Judge Dredd had requested her presence at Imperial Command near the senate building on Tier One. It had been a setup. Upon entering the room Trixie was ambushed by several Sith Assassin’s sent by Dredd to take her into custody. Swiftly rendering the redhead unconscious they stripped her of clothing and stuffed her naked body into a corpse bag. Wheeling her out on a gurney the capture team handed their mark off to the transport team who were standing by with a shuttle.
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