04-29-2017, 02:33 AM
A red splash flew from Trixie’s mouth as Cell’s tail punctured her stomach, lifting her off the ground. With a swift strike the green monster landed a firm punch square to the bridge of her nose and forced her backward. Flowing backward with the momentum of the punch, the red-headed Sith Warrior righted herself. Dropping to a four point stance the Imperial mistress slid to a stop. Crimson spilled onto the ground from her mouth as she retched up the excess liquid from her healing stomach. Having regeneration was a marvel for a soldier, but it took a toll on Trixie every time a mortal injury had to be repaired. With fresh blood dripping from her mouth the mistress focused her gaze to the combatant who had tossed her. Sweat was running down her features, her red hair getting matted and stuck to her face. Her helmet had been ripped off in a previous skirmish, letting her attacker finally see who had been facing.
Wiping her mouth, Trixie stood up and detached her saber from it’s place on the wrist mount. Trixie’s fingers wrapped around the hilt tightly, her knuckles turning white. As Cell launched an energy blast, the mistress executed a perfect upward slash. Igniting the saber she severed the blast in two and forced it to go around her harmlessly. Pushing off the ground and with a flourish of the blade the two collided once again. Cell was no pushover, but Trixie was the better fighter. Barreling through his defense the mistress struck downward with her blade, slicing it across his chest and forcing him backward. With a snap of her right foot she planted an armored boot directly to chest and pushed the previously unidentified Prime onto his ass. As the female soldier brought her blade to bare her eyes widened. Trixie barely had any time to block as Cell unleashed a massive energy blast that overtook and enveloped her body. The energy exploded, showering the area in thick smoke.
Slowly the area cleared. Cell had retreated further back to assess what had happened to his quarry. Trixie emerged from the smoke, her arms now horizontal, protecting her face. Several areas of her armor were smoldering and trailing off single lines of gray that whipped around her form. What was left of her Darksaber was sizzling and crackling, only the bottom half of the hilt remained. The armor covering her hands and forearms had been blown off, leaving her skin exposed. Blood dripped from her clenched fists where the armor had torn into her skin while it was being ripped away. Separating her arms, Trixie glared at her quarry through the tiny window with contempt.
Before Cell could react the mistress was upon him. He felt his jaw buckle under the weight of her right fist as it came across his vision. Grasping both shoulders, Beatrix pulled the green warrior in and rammed an armored knee into his stomach, forcing him to spew purple blood onto her thigh armor. Stepping she let the genetic warrior drop to all fours, letting the purple liquid run down her leg. Her eyes lit up with fire like that of a dying star, grasping the downed warrior she lifted him by his throat as black lightning enveloped her hand.
“Lieutenant! Take him alive!” one of the sergeants shouted.
Trixie dropped the bloodied and defeated Cell to the ground where he collapsed into an unconscious heap. Reaching into a pouch on her belt she removed an ear piece. Pressing it to the crystal base of her holo-communicator she synced the audio and placed it in her ear. Clicking a button with her left thumb the mistress reported in.
“Lieutenant Zulenka, 13th ISF, reporting that the threat has been detained for interrogation.”
As the officer in the dispatch office congratulated her on a mission well done Trixie could only watch as several Stormtroopers prepared a prison gurney for their new prisoner. A medical trooper bypassed the red-head altogether and the small team carried Cell off towards the Nexus gate. Ripping off a broken part of her shoulder armor where his tail had pierced her, she pressed her exposed fingers to the healing wound. Her gaze drifted to the crimson fluid covering her index and middle fingers.
Reality came back to her once a corporal, standing at attention, managed to snap her out of it. Placing the blood covered fingers into her mouth, she tasted the iron as it flowed across her tongue. Dropping her hand to the pistol holstered on her thigh she looked the Stormtrooper in the eyes.
“Yes, Corporal?”
“Colonel Gallant is requesting that you report back to headquarters.” he said before shuffling off towards the gate.
Trixie hadn’t stopped working in over a week. She sighed and turned to begin her walk towards the Nexus Gate into Coruscant.
Wiping her mouth, Trixie stood up and detached her saber from it’s place on the wrist mount. Trixie’s fingers wrapped around the hilt tightly, her knuckles turning white. As Cell launched an energy blast, the mistress executed a perfect upward slash. Igniting the saber she severed the blast in two and forced it to go around her harmlessly. Pushing off the ground and with a flourish of the blade the two collided once again. Cell was no pushover, but Trixie was the better fighter. Barreling through his defense the mistress struck downward with her blade, slicing it across his chest and forcing him backward. With a snap of her right foot she planted an armored boot directly to chest and pushed the previously unidentified Prime onto his ass. As the female soldier brought her blade to bare her eyes widened. Trixie barely had any time to block as Cell unleashed a massive energy blast that overtook and enveloped her body. The energy exploded, showering the area in thick smoke.
Slowly the area cleared. Cell had retreated further back to assess what had happened to his quarry. Trixie emerged from the smoke, her arms now horizontal, protecting her face. Several areas of her armor were smoldering and trailing off single lines of gray that whipped around her form. What was left of her Darksaber was sizzling and crackling, only the bottom half of the hilt remained. The armor covering her hands and forearms had been blown off, leaving her skin exposed. Blood dripped from her clenched fists where the armor had torn into her skin while it was being ripped away. Separating her arms, Trixie glared at her quarry through the tiny window with contempt.
Before Cell could react the mistress was upon him. He felt his jaw buckle under the weight of her right fist as it came across his vision. Grasping both shoulders, Beatrix pulled the green warrior in and rammed an armored knee into his stomach, forcing him to spew purple blood onto her thigh armor. Stepping she let the genetic warrior drop to all fours, letting the purple liquid run down her leg. Her eyes lit up with fire like that of a dying star, grasping the downed warrior she lifted him by his throat as black lightning enveloped her hand.
“Lieutenant! Take him alive!” one of the sergeants shouted.
Trixie dropped the bloodied and defeated Cell to the ground where he collapsed into an unconscious heap. Reaching into a pouch on her belt she removed an ear piece. Pressing it to the crystal base of her holo-communicator she synced the audio and placed it in her ear. Clicking a button with her left thumb the mistress reported in.
“Lieutenant Zulenka, 13th ISF, reporting that the threat has been detained for interrogation.”
As the officer in the dispatch office congratulated her on a mission well done Trixie could only watch as several Stormtroopers prepared a prison gurney for their new prisoner. A medical trooper bypassed the red-head altogether and the small team carried Cell off towards the Nexus gate. Ripping off a broken part of her shoulder armor where his tail had pierced her, she pressed her exposed fingers to the healing wound. Her gaze drifted to the crimson fluid covering her index and middle fingers.
Reality came back to her once a corporal, standing at attention, managed to snap her out of it. Placing the blood covered fingers into her mouth, she tasted the iron as it flowed across her tongue. Dropping her hand to the pistol holstered on her thigh she looked the Stormtrooper in the eyes.
“Yes, Corporal?”
“Colonel Gallant is requesting that you report back to headquarters.” he said before shuffling off towards the gate.
Trixie hadn’t stopped working in over a week. She sighed and turned to begin her walk towards the Nexus Gate into Coruscant.
Quote:Cell is captured. Trixie is headed back to her CO for debrief.
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