Consequences

[Trixie]

It had been over a year since Trixie had first stepped foot into the universe she now called home. With the information that had been extracted from Jaxx’s operative with the help of Coruscant Police Officer Aisha Knudal, whose military career under Dredd had made her a ruthless interrogator, numerous Stormtrooper and Special Forces raids into possible locations where Bardan Jaxx could be hiding were given the green light. It was surprising to both Nova and Trixie at how unchained the lithe blonde woman became after learning her sister had perished during the last fire fight Stormtroopers had had with Jaxx. As tears rolled down Aisha’s face, the young woman sank into a corner of the bloodied interrogation room, Trixie stared at the lifeless man sitting bound to a chair in the middle of room in shock whilst Nova paced behind her frantically shouting ideas and thoughts about how they could have saved her. How Luna would be alive had they been there.

Aisha was crying into her hands, smearing still wet blood onto her pretty face. Trixie lowered her head and let her hair fall over her features.  It hadn’t been since Ziost that the mistress had been under full command of such a small group. Since coming back from the Underverse, memories from the past had been flooding into her mind like poisonous thoughts. Old techniques and skills that had long been rusty were becoming newly acquired. She could even remember the faces of her comrades and of her Aunt on Dathmoir. All the countless men and women under her command lost to the siege and the final battle. One person resonated in her mind more than the others.

Staff Sergeant James Masters.

Of all the things, friendly fire was the last thing on her list to bring him down. It was truly a tragedy. Nova’s touch brought the red-head back to reality and she made eye contact with…her new Masters. November Terra was as reliable as he was, as reckless, and as resourceful. The words being spoken to Trixie were lost in the moment as she grabbed Nova by the face and brought her in for a passionate and lengthy kiss.

As she pulled away from the blond woman she took a few steps back and rested her weight on the wall.

“Reports are coming in from each of the teams. They’re making decisive blows, but they haven’t found Jaxx yet.”

“DAMMIT!” Aisha shouted in frustration, her gloved hand smashing the concrete floor.

“It gets worse.” Nova continued.

“It’s beginning to look like Bardan Jaxx had rebel help.”

Beatrix still hadn’t spoken a word, but at the mention of rebel help her eyes darted to Nova’s. She could hear the screams and cries of her lost comrades ringing through her consciousness.

“Trixie…what’s the play?”

Just like that, in one split moment, the whole world came crashing down back into reality. Standing behind the dead operative was Marka Ragnos.

“Assign Officer Knudal a room. Then contact Bradley and have her transferred to our unit. Drop Dredd’s name if you must. Get her geared up and meet me in the hangar.”

November nodded and grabbed Aisha by the arm, dragging her up to her feet. The two women left the room and proceeded down the hall.

“Veronica. Can you get a couple HK units to repair the jumper? I also need an assault squad. So activate some from the base defense force and have them assemble in the hangar. Weapons and ammo only.”

“As you wish, ma’am.” Veronica replied over the communicator.

Trixie’s gaze fell directly upon Marka Ragnos who was eyeing the dead operative. The world melted away and only her and Ragnos remained.

“Do you have a plan or am I to just blindly trust you?”

“Everything will be revealed in time.” His voice trailed off into the void, a sinister tone dripping from his words.

With a sigh, Trixie turned to the door and punched in the door code. Setting the room for a cleaning cycle she took off down the hallway towards the armory, her red hair swaying behind her lithe figure.