Trixie’s head was wrenched from under the ice-cold water just as she had begun to pass out from lack of oxygen. Coughing violently and gasping for air the redhead felt her matted hair cling to her soaking face. As she vomited what water she could up from her lungs the clear fluid spilled down her chin mixing with the blood from the various beatings she had been receiving for the past three weeks. The ICE wing of the Tier 1 military prison did not take kindly to having its guards shown up by a female inmate. Of course, all it did was amuse Palpatine to find out that one female soldier took on four armed guards and had come out relatively unscathed.
“This is a sad day, Beatrix. You’re being released from my care today.” The Inquisitor said, wiping blood from his hands.
Had her hands, arms, and legs not been bound together tightly with rope Trixie would have loved to give him a parting gift. Maybe a compound fracture that she could rip out and use as weapon? Bone had the potential to be sharp when it splintered. Instead the Mistress clenched her jaw and ground her teeth together as her torturers assistant planted a firm strike to her stomach. Try as she might the redhead couldn't keep from coughing up anything her stomach could produce all over the floor. She was a complete mess. To her surprise it was at that moment the door to the “prisoner correction” room swung open and the warden strolled in followed by the four guards she had beaten.
“Awww it’s a family reunion!” Trixie said, laughing through her pain.
Just as antagonist guard one was about to strike her shoulder with his club, which would have guaranteed a shattered bone, it stopped inches away from her person. Instead it was forcefully thrown from his hand and plunged through the Inquisitors face killing him instantly. From behind the warden came a robed Sith who had his saber drawn, but not ignited.
“I think that’s quite enough. Your failings as prison guards do not reflect upon the prisoner. They reflect on the Empire.” He spoke through a voice modulator that was built into his mask.
All four guards that had entered with the warden immediately had their necks snapped at the same time. Their lifeless bodies to dropped to the floor. The Warden retreated behind the only remaining prison personnel left, the Inquisitor’s assistant. Trixie felt her bindings loosen and in one push of her power she broke free and dropped to her knees. Wiping her hair from her vision she bit down hard on a piece of rope next to her and reinserted each shoulder into it’s appropriate socket. Getting to her feet she stood upright. Despite being completely naked and covered in the filth she had been left in the look in her eye was a wild one. Extending both hands she clenched them both into fists and before her eyes she watched as both the warden and assistant were crushed into pulp. The pool of blood felt warm between her toes as she spun around to meet her savior.
“Assuming you’re from the Emperor to finally let me go. Does that mean we have an arrangement?” Trixie asked, dropping her hands.
Her question elicited a nod from the Sith Lord in front of her.
“Good. I’m going to use the shower in the Warden’s office, take some of his clothes and head home. Sound good?” Trixie said, not really caring what the person in front of her said.
Extending an arm, the Sith Lord gestured to escort her. Spitting out some blood from her mouth onto the corpses at her feet, Mistress Zulenka followed the Sith out of the room and to her freedom.
Trixie’s arrival in the hangar of the Venator brought gasps and stares from the crew around her.
Why was everyone shocked that she was arriving home at her own ship?
It wasn’t until she asked the Master Sergeant on duty that she became furious. Some Lieutenant from the 8th Ranger Corps with contacts in Imperial Command needed some experience so they had disposed of Bianca’s authority and converted her home to his play area. On top of all that bullshit her second in command had been permanently restricted from field work. Anger swelled within Trixie as she took hold of the datapad the Hangar Sergeant was holding. Punching in her newly acquired login she overwrote the command authority in the system.
Command Transfer Successful. Welcome back, Captain Zulenka.
Ship Ownership Transfer Complete. Congratulations on your new purchase, Captain!
User LT19650 deleted. Remove active user from system?
…Done.
Pushing the piece of technology back into the Sergeant’s hands she looked him straight in the face.
“This ship is now under 13th Legion jurisdiction. You are to vacate all 8th Ranger troops immediately, Sergeant.” She ordered.
With a nervous nod, he began calling for his crew to start warming up transports prepping dropships for troop dispersal. With her ship now under her command again, at least from a records point of view, the newly promoted Captain made her way to the turbolift that led up to the command deck. To the Lieutenant who had taken her command it was a very unpleasant site when the turbolift he was waiting for opened and out came Trixie. Behind him was Seventeen and Nova who had been detained by 8th Ranger Military Police. The four Clone Troopers from the 13th she had grabbed on the way up raised their weapons and exited the lift with their superior.
“Drop your weapons!” The Lieutenant ordered, his voice cracking under the stress of the situation.
Zulenka grinned maliciously and flipped the collar on her new dress shirt up revealing the Captain’s insignia pinned to it.
“Release Sergeant Major Seventeen and Sergeant Terra at once.” She ordered.
Before the MP’s could do anything, they were pierced with blaster fire from behind as four more Clone Troopers came around the hallway from the other lift. They moved up and unlocked both Seventeen and November from their shackles.
“You look like shit, Zulenka. Did they put your through a blender?” Seventeen asked as he rubbed his wrists.
A smirk formed over Trixie’s face. It did not last long as she gripped the Lieutenant by the neck and crushed his wind pipe, pile driving him with one hand into the floor. Standing up once again she beckoned to her two squad-mates to follow and led them to the briefing room where she sealed the door.
“I’m sure you’ll both want an explanation as to where I’ve be-“ Before she could finish her sentence Nova had slapped her.
Seventeen immediately felt uncomfortable being in the middle of a lover’s quarrel.
Nova broke into tears before words could be exchanged. Zulenka wrapped her arms around the blond and pressed her face against her chest, rubbing her back.
“I’m sorry. High Command decided that they wanted to test my loyalty and vet me. In case I was a spy or something. That was part of the news I have.” Trixie explained as she sat down in one of the leather chairs in the room, Nova sitting across her lap, head buried into the woman’s shoulder.
“The news being that you’re a Captain now and I’m suddenly a Sergeant Major. Care to explain why I was shelved for weeks on end?”
“I only just became privy to the situation, but it appears that you pissed off someone from the 8th Ranger Corps so they just removed you from the problem and put someone else on your duties. I believe the Clone Troopers I sent to kill that man should be disposing of his body at this very moment.”
Seventeen nodded, putting his hands in his pockets.
“So…is that it?” He asked, eyeing Nova.
“You thought I had abandoned you guys, didn’t you?” Trixie said with a laugh.
Seventeen bit his tongue to avoid from changing his facial features and letting his true thoughts become visible.
“It’s understandable. I glanced at the report on the way up the lift. They set it up perfectly. I was summoned by Dredd and simultaneously that Lieutenant swooped in to take over, somehow knowing that I wasn’t going to be returning any time soon. Begs the question as to how they knew of the meeting.”
Trixie got up, pushing Nova from her person. “Go to my quarters and wait, Terra. I’ll be there shortly.”
November saluted her superior, tears still staining her cheeks and left the room leaving it awkwardly silent. Beatrix tossed a datapad from the table to Seventeen, he caught it and examined the file open on the page.
“They want to honor us on Tier 2?” He said, deep in thought.
Trixie nodded.
“With a banquet so we can regale tax payers and donators about our Imperial careers?” Seventeen’s tone had changed, sounding slightly annoyed.
Trixie nodded again.
“Sounds like a god damn trap.” The raven-haired concluded.
“Bingo.” Trixie laughed. “It’s a fundraising event and they want us to attend as a thank you. We’re going to get dressed up and go hob nob with royalty.”
With a sigh Seventeen put a hand to his head. He didn’t even own a good tuxedo.
“We’ll speak later about the details. I've reinstated all your permissions and updated your rank. Do whatever you’d like in the time being. Punch some 8th Ranger cunts for all I care. We’ll meet back tomorrow evening to discuss arrangements. Dismissed, Sergeant Major!” With a salute, Trixie took her leave and the two friends went separate ways in the Venator.
Her quarters were dark and cold just like she had left them. As the redhead walked into her mini apartment she began to undo the buttons on her shirt. Two hands came from between her arms and grabbed hold of her breasts through her shirt. With a firm squeeze, Beatrix was pulled backward into November’s naked body. She could feel the blonde’s curved figure through her clothes. Her body began to ache for contact with her love interests skin. Taking hold of November’s hands, she pried them from her bosom and pulled away.
Ripping the new shirt from her body she felt Terra’s cold hands unclasp her bra. As Nova pressed her lips to Trixie’s upper back, the mistress inhaled sharply as the rush from the sensation washed over body creating goose bumps. Letting her bra fall to the floor Trixie quickly unzipped her pants, feeling Nova’s fingers slip into the waste and pull them and her underwear down over her hips. As soon as Zulenka was naked, November led her into the bedroom where she had prepared candles and a plethora of pillows for them to lay on.
Pushing Trixie forward onto the bed to her stomach, Terra laid her flat and climbed on top of her, pressing her bosom to the redhead’s back. The blonde began to massage her lover’s shoulders. Trixie could feel herself succumbing to the pleasure. There were things that needed to be done, but at this very moment the Sith Warrior felt her responsibilities melt away with Nova’s sensitive touch.
It was good to be home.
“This is a sad day, Beatrix. You’re being released from my care today.” The Inquisitor said, wiping blood from his hands.
Had her hands, arms, and legs not been bound together tightly with rope Trixie would have loved to give him a parting gift. Maybe a compound fracture that she could rip out and use as weapon? Bone had the potential to be sharp when it splintered. Instead the Mistress clenched her jaw and ground her teeth together as her torturers assistant planted a firm strike to her stomach. Try as she might the redhead couldn't keep from coughing up anything her stomach could produce all over the floor. She was a complete mess. To her surprise it was at that moment the door to the “prisoner correction” room swung open and the warden strolled in followed by the four guards she had beaten.
“Awww it’s a family reunion!” Trixie said, laughing through her pain.
Just as antagonist guard one was about to strike her shoulder with his club, which would have guaranteed a shattered bone, it stopped inches away from her person. Instead it was forcefully thrown from his hand and plunged through the Inquisitors face killing him instantly. From behind the warden came a robed Sith who had his saber drawn, but not ignited.
“I think that’s quite enough. Your failings as prison guards do not reflect upon the prisoner. They reflect on the Empire.” He spoke through a voice modulator that was built into his mask.
All four guards that had entered with the warden immediately had their necks snapped at the same time. Their lifeless bodies to dropped to the floor. The Warden retreated behind the only remaining prison personnel left, the Inquisitor’s assistant. Trixie felt her bindings loosen and in one push of her power she broke free and dropped to her knees. Wiping her hair from her vision she bit down hard on a piece of rope next to her and reinserted each shoulder into it’s appropriate socket. Getting to her feet she stood upright. Despite being completely naked and covered in the filth she had been left in the look in her eye was a wild one. Extending both hands she clenched them both into fists and before her eyes she watched as both the warden and assistant were crushed into pulp. The pool of blood felt warm between her toes as she spun around to meet her savior.
“Assuming you’re from the Emperor to finally let me go. Does that mean we have an arrangement?” Trixie asked, dropping her hands.
Her question elicited a nod from the Sith Lord in front of her.
“Good. I’m going to use the shower in the Warden’s office, take some of his clothes and head home. Sound good?” Trixie said, not really caring what the person in front of her said.
Extending an arm, the Sith Lord gestured to escort her. Spitting out some blood from her mouth onto the corpses at her feet, Mistress Zulenka followed the Sith out of the room and to her freedom.
***
Trixie’s arrival in the hangar of the Venator brought gasps and stares from the crew around her.
Why was everyone shocked that she was arriving home at her own ship?
It wasn’t until she asked the Master Sergeant on duty that she became furious. Some Lieutenant from the 8th Ranger Corps with contacts in Imperial Command needed some experience so they had disposed of Bianca’s authority and converted her home to his play area. On top of all that bullshit her second in command had been permanently restricted from field work. Anger swelled within Trixie as she took hold of the datapad the Hangar Sergeant was holding. Punching in her newly acquired login she overwrote the command authority in the system.
Command Transfer Successful. Welcome back, Captain Zulenka.
Ship Ownership Transfer Complete. Congratulations on your new purchase, Captain!
User LT19650 deleted. Remove active user from system?
…Done.
Pushing the piece of technology back into the Sergeant’s hands she looked him straight in the face.
“This ship is now under 13th Legion jurisdiction. You are to vacate all 8th Ranger troops immediately, Sergeant.” She ordered.
With a nervous nod, he began calling for his crew to start warming up transports prepping dropships for troop dispersal. With her ship now under her command again, at least from a records point of view, the newly promoted Captain made her way to the turbolift that led up to the command deck. To the Lieutenant who had taken her command it was a very unpleasant site when the turbolift he was waiting for opened and out came Trixie. Behind him was Seventeen and Nova who had been detained by 8th Ranger Military Police. The four Clone Troopers from the 13th she had grabbed on the way up raised their weapons and exited the lift with their superior.
“Drop your weapons!” The Lieutenant ordered, his voice cracking under the stress of the situation.
Zulenka grinned maliciously and flipped the collar on her new dress shirt up revealing the Captain’s insignia pinned to it.
“Release Sergeant Major Seventeen and Sergeant Terra at once.” She ordered.
Before the MP’s could do anything, they were pierced with blaster fire from behind as four more Clone Troopers came around the hallway from the other lift. They moved up and unlocked both Seventeen and November from their shackles.
“You look like shit, Zulenka. Did they put your through a blender?” Seventeen asked as he rubbed his wrists.
A smirk formed over Trixie’s face. It did not last long as she gripped the Lieutenant by the neck and crushed his wind pipe, pile driving him with one hand into the floor. Standing up once again she beckoned to her two squad-mates to follow and led them to the briefing room where she sealed the door.
“I’m sure you’ll both want an explanation as to where I’ve be-“ Before she could finish her sentence Nova had slapped her.
Seventeen immediately felt uncomfortable being in the middle of a lover’s quarrel.
Nova broke into tears before words could be exchanged. Zulenka wrapped her arms around the blond and pressed her face against her chest, rubbing her back.
“I’m sorry. High Command decided that they wanted to test my loyalty and vet me. In case I was a spy or something. That was part of the news I have.” Trixie explained as she sat down in one of the leather chairs in the room, Nova sitting across her lap, head buried into the woman’s shoulder.
“The news being that you’re a Captain now and I’m suddenly a Sergeant Major. Care to explain why I was shelved for weeks on end?”
“I only just became privy to the situation, but it appears that you pissed off someone from the 8th Ranger Corps so they just removed you from the problem and put someone else on your duties. I believe the Clone Troopers I sent to kill that man should be disposing of his body at this very moment.”
Seventeen nodded, putting his hands in his pockets.
“So…is that it?” He asked, eyeing Nova.
“You thought I had abandoned you guys, didn’t you?” Trixie said with a laugh.
Seventeen bit his tongue to avoid from changing his facial features and letting his true thoughts become visible.
“It’s understandable. I glanced at the report on the way up the lift. They set it up perfectly. I was summoned by Dredd and simultaneously that Lieutenant swooped in to take over, somehow knowing that I wasn’t going to be returning any time soon. Begs the question as to how they knew of the meeting.”
Trixie got up, pushing Nova from her person. “Go to my quarters and wait, Terra. I’ll be there shortly.”
November saluted her superior, tears still staining her cheeks and left the room leaving it awkwardly silent. Beatrix tossed a datapad from the table to Seventeen, he caught it and examined the file open on the page.
“They want to honor us on Tier 2?” He said, deep in thought.
Trixie nodded.
“With a banquet so we can regale tax payers and donators about our Imperial careers?” Seventeen’s tone had changed, sounding slightly annoyed.
Trixie nodded again.
“Sounds like a god damn trap.” The raven-haired concluded.
“Bingo.” Trixie laughed. “It’s a fundraising event and they want us to attend as a thank you. We’re going to get dressed up and go hob nob with royalty.”
With a sigh Seventeen put a hand to his head. He didn’t even own a good tuxedo.
“We’ll speak later about the details. I've reinstated all your permissions and updated your rank. Do whatever you’d like in the time being. Punch some 8th Ranger cunts for all I care. We’ll meet back tomorrow evening to discuss arrangements. Dismissed, Sergeant Major!” With a salute, Trixie took her leave and the two friends went separate ways in the Venator.
***
Her quarters were dark and cold just like she had left them. As the redhead walked into her mini apartment she began to undo the buttons on her shirt. Two hands came from between her arms and grabbed hold of her breasts through her shirt. With a firm squeeze, Beatrix was pulled backward into November’s naked body. She could feel the blonde’s curved figure through her clothes. Her body began to ache for contact with her love interests skin. Taking hold of November’s hands, she pried them from her bosom and pulled away.
Ripping the new shirt from her body she felt Terra’s cold hands unclasp her bra. As Nova pressed her lips to Trixie’s upper back, the mistress inhaled sharply as the rush from the sensation washed over body creating goose bumps. Letting her bra fall to the floor Trixie quickly unzipped her pants, feeling Nova’s fingers slip into the waste and pull them and her underwear down over her hips. As soon as Zulenka was naked, November led her into the bedroom where she had prepared candles and a plethora of pillows for them to lay on.
Pushing Trixie forward onto the bed to her stomach, Terra laid her flat and climbed on top of her, pressing her bosom to the redhead’s back. The blonde began to massage her lover’s shoulders. Trixie could feel herself succumbing to the pleasure. There were things that needed to be done, but at this very moment the Sith Warrior felt her responsibilities melt away with Nova’s sensitive touch.
It was good to be home.
Quote:Quest: A Day in the Life, Coruscant, Tier 2
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