Trixie came crashing into consciousness as she wretched a mouth full of blood onto the floor below her. Almost immediately her head was ripped back by her hair and a fist met the bridge of her nose. To her surprise the blood from her shattered nose trickled upward into her eyes. As her inner ear began to comprehend her orientation the redhead realized that she was bound by both hands and feet and being suspended from the ceiling by her ankles. As her regenerative abilities snapped her nose back into place she emptied the contents of her stomach once again. Judge Dredd had planted a gloved fist square to her abdomen leaving a bruise that immediately rose to the surface. Grabbing his captive by the pony tail he pulled her head back and arc’d her back. Two stormtroopers dressed in black armor wheeled over a tub of water and without hesitation the leader of the Empire’s military shoved Trixie’s head into the water and forcefully kept her submerged.
Even as the redheaded mistress began to twitch and writhe against her bindings, Dredd kept her head under. Only at the last second did he lift her head from the liquid. As the tub was rolled away he released he grip and let her swing. On the back stroke the second Stormtrooper tee’d off on her ribs with a piece of rebar. Trixie cried out in pain as her bones were shattered. Even as her abilities began to repair the damage the initial damage still held onto it’s world shattering pain. What was even more frightening was that they seemed to be timing their assault based on her ability to heal the damage. When one bone would mend they’d break another. This went on for hours until Trixie could barely breathe without wheezing.
“You have been accused of being a spy, Sergeant. What do you say to these allegations?” Dredd said, washing the blood from his hands in the tub.
Trixie could barely stop herself from acting surprised.
Do they know?
“I am no spy.” She replied the best she could.
Blood had stained her teeth red and she could barely swallow. Dredd looked to his right at one of the stormtroopers who wheeled over the tub. He took hold of his prisoners hair once again and lifted her over the water, but instead of immediately plunging her into it’s depths he held his grip.
“I am no spy.” Trixie repeated.
As the words escaped her lips she was submerged once again into the now dirty water. Any amount of torture was bad, but having been put through Jorgen’s initiation and the Underverse, Trixie was hanging on. She actually began to feel thankful that Dredd wasn’t Jorgen. That is, until he rammed a piece of rebar through her right shoulder and forcefully dislocated it from the socket. The pain was absolutely blinding, causing the Sith Mistress to black out, to which one of the black armored Stormtroopers emptied a bucket of ice cold water onto her body. Trixie came-to screaming in pain as Dredd removed the rebar and jammed it through her left shoulder, proceeding to dislocate that arm as well.
“That’s enough, Dredd.” A voice said from the shadows of the room. “We musn’t kill her if we want her to tell us anything.”
Dredd removed the durasteel rebar from Trixie’s left shoulder in one quick motion spraying blood onto the floor. Snapping his fingers the two Stormtroopers sprung into action, untying the redhead from ceiling and injecting her with a bacta shot.
“Bring her to me.” The disembodied voice echoed once more.
Nodding to his lackeys, Dredd threw the unconscious Zulenka over his shoulder and headed out of the interrogation room they were in inside Imperial Command. Arriving at the personal elevator for Emperor Palpatine the Royal Guard stepped aside and let him onto the lift with his prisoner. Exiting the elevator minutes later he proceeded into the throne room where Emperor Palpatine was sitting.
“Drop her there and leave us.” He said, standing from his chair.
With a bow Judge Dredd tossed his quarry to the floor and left with the remaining guards in the room. As if he took offence to Trixie still being groggy the Emperor of the Empire unleashed a violent cascade of force lightning that lit up the mistress’ body and made her scream and writhe in pain.
“You were asked a question, citizen. About your loyalties. I expect you to answer.” Palpatine said as he circled around his prey.
“I am loyal only to the Empire.” Trixie wheezed. She could barely speak.
“Liar!” The Emperor said as he extended one hand and electrocuted the woman lying before him once more.
First Sergeant Zulenka clenched her jaw in pain as the intense electricity coursed through her body. She could feel Palpatine trying to invade her mind and so far her attempts to fend him off had proven successful, but with each electrocution she lost more control. Palpatine lifted his hand and forced Trixie into the air with the force. Constricting her movement he placed a hand on her bare stomach and grinned.
“I’ll ask you one more time before I break you. You tell me who you’re spying for and I’ll spare you.” He offered.
Unfortunately the fear of failing Diablo was winning inside Trixie’s mind and all she could do was shake her head in denial. Palpatine made good on his promise. The pain that followed was worse than anything she had ever felt and on top of it all she felt as though someone was scraping a metal pick along her brain. It lasted for several minutes before abruptly ending.
“Hmmm. So a servant of Diablo has managed to infiltrate my ranks.” Palpatine said, hand outstretched, using the force to slowly crush the neck of Beatrix.
As the mistress grabbed at her neck and gasped for air, tears began to stream down her face. All she had ever wanted to do was serve the Empire and love November. Somehow the Emperor had become privy to her secret affiliation and took it upon himself to extract the information personally. After what seemed like an eternity Emperor Palpatine released his grip and dropped the Sith Warrior to the floor. She began coughing and sputtering for air, smoke still rising from her burnt flesh.
“I’ve just had a brilliant idea. You’ll become my double agent. You will report to me on everything you do for Diablo. In return I won’t expel you from the Empire, banish you, and permanently keep re-banishing you upon your return. You’ll keep your current position and only me and Dredd will be privy to this arrangement. Do we have a deal?” Palpatine’s words were terrifying to hear.
Trixie didn’t even know if he had the capability to continually re-banish her, but she wasn’t about to take that risk. The only path she saw before her was the one that kept her within arms reach of Nova. Fighting back tears she nodded.
“I am at your service, my Emperor.” Trixie said as she dropped to all fours and began to grovel, her body trembling.
“Good. If you perform well you’ll need not worry about punishment from the Empire. I reward those who serve me well. You’ll receive more information at a later date. Now begone.” The Emperor waved his head and turned back to his throne.
As if on queue two Royal Guards entered the throne room and dragged the naked Sith Warrior out. Tossing her onto the elevator one of them struck her square in the jaw knocking Trixie out. When she awoke the mistress was in a prison cell inside Imperial Command. A note slid under her door as she sat up. Leaning over she picked up the piece of paper and read it.
Sergeant,
You have been placed on ice until further notice.
Beatrix sighed and slumped back against the metal wall of her cell.
Wonderful.
Even as the redheaded mistress began to twitch and writhe against her bindings, Dredd kept her head under. Only at the last second did he lift her head from the liquid. As the tub was rolled away he released he grip and let her swing. On the back stroke the second Stormtrooper tee’d off on her ribs with a piece of rebar. Trixie cried out in pain as her bones were shattered. Even as her abilities began to repair the damage the initial damage still held onto it’s world shattering pain. What was even more frightening was that they seemed to be timing their assault based on her ability to heal the damage. When one bone would mend they’d break another. This went on for hours until Trixie could barely breathe without wheezing.
“You have been accused of being a spy, Sergeant. What do you say to these allegations?” Dredd said, washing the blood from his hands in the tub.
Trixie could barely stop herself from acting surprised.
Do they know?
“I am no spy.” She replied the best she could.
Blood had stained her teeth red and she could barely swallow. Dredd looked to his right at one of the stormtroopers who wheeled over the tub. He took hold of his prisoners hair once again and lifted her over the water, but instead of immediately plunging her into it’s depths he held his grip.
“I am no spy.” Trixie repeated.
As the words escaped her lips she was submerged once again into the now dirty water. Any amount of torture was bad, but having been put through Jorgen’s initiation and the Underverse, Trixie was hanging on. She actually began to feel thankful that Dredd wasn’t Jorgen. That is, until he rammed a piece of rebar through her right shoulder and forcefully dislocated it from the socket. The pain was absolutely blinding, causing the Sith Mistress to black out, to which one of the black armored Stormtroopers emptied a bucket of ice cold water onto her body. Trixie came-to screaming in pain as Dredd removed the rebar and jammed it through her left shoulder, proceeding to dislocate that arm as well.
“That’s enough, Dredd.” A voice said from the shadows of the room. “We musn’t kill her if we want her to tell us anything.”
Dredd removed the durasteel rebar from Trixie’s left shoulder in one quick motion spraying blood onto the floor. Snapping his fingers the two Stormtroopers sprung into action, untying the redhead from ceiling and injecting her with a bacta shot.
“Bring her to me.” The disembodied voice echoed once more.
Nodding to his lackeys, Dredd threw the unconscious Zulenka over his shoulder and headed out of the interrogation room they were in inside Imperial Command. Arriving at the personal elevator for Emperor Palpatine the Royal Guard stepped aside and let him onto the lift with his prisoner. Exiting the elevator minutes later he proceeded into the throne room where Emperor Palpatine was sitting.
“Drop her there and leave us.” He said, standing from his chair.
With a bow Judge Dredd tossed his quarry to the floor and left with the remaining guards in the room. As if he took offence to Trixie still being groggy the Emperor of the Empire unleashed a violent cascade of force lightning that lit up the mistress’ body and made her scream and writhe in pain.
“You were asked a question, citizen. About your loyalties. I expect you to answer.” Palpatine said as he circled around his prey.
“I am loyal only to the Empire.” Trixie wheezed. She could barely speak.
“Liar!” The Emperor said as he extended one hand and electrocuted the woman lying before him once more.
First Sergeant Zulenka clenched her jaw in pain as the intense electricity coursed through her body. She could feel Palpatine trying to invade her mind and so far her attempts to fend him off had proven successful, but with each electrocution she lost more control. Palpatine lifted his hand and forced Trixie into the air with the force. Constricting her movement he placed a hand on her bare stomach and grinned.
“I’ll ask you one more time before I break you. You tell me who you’re spying for and I’ll spare you.” He offered.
Unfortunately the fear of failing Diablo was winning inside Trixie’s mind and all she could do was shake her head in denial. Palpatine made good on his promise. The pain that followed was worse than anything she had ever felt and on top of it all she felt as though someone was scraping a metal pick along her brain. It lasted for several minutes before abruptly ending.
“Hmmm. So a servant of Diablo has managed to infiltrate my ranks.” Palpatine said, hand outstretched, using the force to slowly crush the neck of Beatrix.
As the mistress grabbed at her neck and gasped for air, tears began to stream down her face. All she had ever wanted to do was serve the Empire and love November. Somehow the Emperor had become privy to her secret affiliation and took it upon himself to extract the information personally. After what seemed like an eternity Emperor Palpatine released his grip and dropped the Sith Warrior to the floor. She began coughing and sputtering for air, smoke still rising from her burnt flesh.
“I’ve just had a brilliant idea. You’ll become my double agent. You will report to me on everything you do for Diablo. In return I won’t expel you from the Empire, banish you, and permanently keep re-banishing you upon your return. You’ll keep your current position and only me and Dredd will be privy to this arrangement. Do we have a deal?” Palpatine’s words were terrifying to hear.
Trixie didn’t even know if he had the capability to continually re-banish her, but she wasn’t about to take that risk. The only path she saw before her was the one that kept her within arms reach of Nova. Fighting back tears she nodded.
“I am at your service, my Emperor.” Trixie said as she dropped to all fours and began to grovel, her body trembling.
“Good. If you perform well you’ll need not worry about punishment from the Empire. I reward those who serve me well. You’ll receive more information at a later date. Now begone.” The Emperor waved his head and turned back to his throne.
As if on queue two Royal Guards entered the throne room and dragged the naked Sith Warrior out. Tossing her onto the elevator one of them struck her square in the jaw knocking Trixie out. When she awoke the mistress was in a prison cell inside Imperial Command. A note slid under her door as she sat up. Leaning over she picked up the piece of paper and read it.
Sergeant,
You have been placed on ice until further notice.
Beatrix sighed and slumped back against the metal wall of her cell.
Wonderful.
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