08-04-2016, 01:31 AM
Before Trixie could gather her bearings the ear splitting roar of repulsor engines assaulted the environment. The very ground shook as several transports dropped numerous squads of Stormtroopers. Rushing, with weapons brought to bear, they surrounded the red-headed Sith Warrior. Mistress Zulenka was beginning to feel the faint prickling sensation of exhaustion as the commanding soldier presented a datapad with her picture on it.
"By Imperial Decree, penned by Imperial High Command, you, Beatrix Zulenka, are hereby placed under arrest!" Trixie could hear the tone of seriousness even with the voice modulator on the helmet.
Before she could respond the world before her went a fuzzy white, then nothing. Another Stormtrooper had struck the red-head with the butt of his rifle rendering her unconscious. Quickly and quietly the dispatched military force loaded Beatrix into a prisoner transfer pod before lifting it to a transport waiting above them. They were gone as quickly as they had arrived.
"By Imperial Decree, penned by Imperial High Command, you, Beatrix Zulenka, are hereby placed under arrest!" Trixie could hear the tone of seriousness even with the voice modulator on the helmet.
Before she could respond the world before her went a fuzzy white, then nothing. Another Stormtrooper had struck the red-head with the butt of his rifle rendering her unconscious. Quickly and quietly the dispatched military force loaded Beatrix into a prisoner transfer pod before lifting it to a transport waiting above them. They were gone as quickly as they had arrived.