Consequences

[Trixie]

The mission had gone awry. Judge Dredd had approved of Aisha being transferred under Trixie’s command. Now that she had two Imperial soldiers under her command, Dredd found it necessary to give her a foothold so she could work efficiently. After all, he didn’t like being interrupted for such matters. As such he filed the paperwork and Beatrix Zulenka was given the title of Second Lieutenant, Special Forces Division, Imperial Army, Regiment 13. Due to the nature of such a promotion the three members of Regiment 13’s newly acquired Special Forces team were flagged for Imperial Reconditioning and 6 months of boot camp in a secluded section of Tier 1. To begin within the week. 

It was quite a lot to take in. The women of the 13th ISF (Imperial Special Forces) were being assigned to a whole regiment of Stormtroopers and were there to act as their sort of SWAT team should the need arise. Beatrix already had a headquarters, so the paperwork was put in and like nothing had ever happened supplies and equipment began pouring into her Tier 3 stronghold. It was a strange feeling to be back on the semi-good side of the Empire. 

The 13th ISF were on their way back from a call for assistance that their regiment had placed on Tier 5. It had gone less than smoothly. It was her first day in the field and Aisha had completely destroyed her armor. A plasma detonator had gone off right by her torso, shredding her armor and searing most of her upper body. The critically wounded soldier lay strapped to a gurney, sedated and heavily medicated. Nova had attempted first aid, but nothing was helping. There was just too much blood for any sort of field dressing to be effective. They could only staunch the flow until the evacuation transport had arrived. They were now en route to base where the medical team would take her and the chances that they’d ever see Aisha alive again would slip lower for every moment she wasn’t being tended to. 

Trixie unclasped her helmet with a sharp hiss escaping from the re-breather unit. Pulling the helmet from her head she let her hair fall into her vision, her eyes darting to Nova to see the blond staring down at her blood soaked hands through her helmet. So much blood had stained her that wet vitae was still dripping onto her legs. 

“Terra, look at me.” Zulenka spoke through her headset. 

Nova didn’t budge. 

“November!” She said again, this time with more force to her tone. 

Terra looked up at her superior officer and Trixie stared right back at the ARC Trooper designed helmet. 

“She’ll be fine.” 

That was a lie. Trixie didn’t know whether or not her newly acquired squad-mate was going to live. She began to feel relieved until both repuslor engines on their transport exploded simultaneously throwing Terra from the ship as it came crashing down into some alleyway in Tier 3. 

Red coated the red-haired warriors vision as she managed to roll herself over onto her stomach. 

Fucking hell. 

Fluidly sliding her helmet over her face the HUD lit up and began loading. Aisha was still in the now burning transport and Nova was about three blocks up, vitals dangerously low. Trixie could feel the blood running down her face as her helmet sealed and she drew her pistol. It wasn’t until she took a step forward that her vision was drawn sharply to the piece of durasteel piercing her left leg. The only two remaining medical staff that had survived the crash began to pull the gurney holding Aisha out of the wreckage just as one of their heads exploded from incoming enemy fire. 

Ragnos...I swear to fucking Diablo himself. 

A sinister laugh echoed through Trixie’s consciousness as red target reticules began lighting up her helmet. Without hesitating she ripped the steel debris from her leg, forcing her armor to inject bacta and tighten around the wound to staunch bleeding. With that problem taken care of she opening fire and began dropping people who were encroaching on the crash site. 

“Command, this is One-Three-Indigo-Sam-Foxtrot.” Trixie spoke into the radio. 

“Go ahead for Command, One-Three.” A voice replied. 

“Command, I need medivac and aerial support to Tier 3. Our medical transport was ambushed with surface to air missiles. Ensign Knudal took severe plasma burns during the mission, but Scout Sniper Terra was thrown from the ship during impact. I have life readings, but they’re low. Hostiles closing in, possible rebel retaliation for Bardan Jaxx.” The red-headed mistress reported. 

“Copy One-Three. Hold tight for response.” The dispatcher replied. 

Pressing her pistol to a choking enemy combatant’s forehead and pulling the trigger she examined his fallen corpse and sighed. 

“Confirm rebel encounter on Tier 3. I have about thirty to forty enemy soldiers here. If the Empire is looking to make a statement, now is the time to do it. Just get us out of here.” 

Trixie took off towards the smoldering transport to move Aisha into cover behind fallen debris with her medical aid. Taking the only remaining medic she had alive by the shoulder the red-headed officer pulled her in close. 

“Keep her alive. Whatever the cost. I’m going to bring Nova back.” 

The medic nodded leaving Zulenka to limp off into the distance towards her second fallen comrade.