05-02-2017, 03:03 AM
Nova hobbled her way to the door of her infirmary room. A group of HK units were wheeling a gurney down the hallway under armed guard. Though one eye had bandages covering it, she could make out the outline of a female corpse under the sheet that covered the steel apparatus. As she gripped the metallic door frame and rested her weight against it a medical HK turned to face the blond.
“Please return to your bed. I have been directed by Staff Sergeant Zulenka to make sure you two remain in this room and recover.” the droid placed both hands to Nova’s shoulders and turned her around, pushing the injured woman back to her bed.
“Sergeant? What the fuck is going on, Veronica?” Nova pleaded with the base AI.
“I’m sorry, Terra. According to rudimentary bio-metric scans from the damaged sensors on Trixie’s armor she is nearing her breaking point. It is advised to follow orders. There are things going on that will be explained. For now...just focus on yourself.”
Damaged!?
Nova pushed passed the medical droid and stumbled out into the hallway. Red had begun to show through the bandages wrapped around her torso.
“Miss Terra. Are you going to make me sedate you?” Two medical droids exited from a nearby room and were upon her. Lifting the woman up they dragged her back to her bed.
“What is going on!? Why can’t I leave!?” The blond shouted in a panic as they restrained her, injecting a healthy dose of sedative into her arm.
Aisha was still unconscious, her right forearm cybernetic still wrapped in surgical gauze and powered down. It was customary to let the body adjust to the new connections before switching it on fully. As Nova’s vision became blurry she watched as two combat droids stood at attention near their door. With the click it was locked and the world fell into darkness.
Down the hall, two maintenance droids pulled the sheet down on the gurney.
“Cybernetic Female.” One chimed.
“Begin memory dump. Filename Luna Zero One.” Veronica communicated through the other.
The door to the Colonel’s office opened and Trixie strolled through. Felix Gallant was a war veteran and her new high-level commanding officer. He didn’t play games and didn’t appreciate insubordination.
Neither did Trixie.
The red-headed mistress was at the end of her rope. Her vision was barely in focus and her body screamed at her as she mustered the energy to salute and stand at attention for her superior.
“There has been some restructuring of the officers in the 13th and you are now needed at the NCO level, Lieutenant. I don’t have any other experienced soldiers to put in that position or I’d have done it. You’ll be the only non-commissioned trooper I have who has tangled with a Prime and hasn’t floundered.”
Trixie held her tongue, but bit her lip in frustration.
“You are now a Staff Sergeant. I am keeping your pay grade the same as it was before. Aisha Knudal is now Specialist and November Terra is a Corporal. The Lieutenant down at the 13th HQ has a new recruit that I’m going to be assigning to you as your Sergeant. His name is…”
Felix shifted some papers on his desk.
“Seventeen. He’s being briefed by Lieutenant Skleros whom you will report to from now on.”
Trixie relaxed her body and sighed. Using her innate strength she ripped the Lieutenant branded part of her armor from her biceps and tossed them into the waste bin by the Colonel’s desk.
“Anything else, sir?” She asked. A desire to kill him swelled within her.
“Is this a problem for you, Sergeant?” Felix asked, an incredulous tone oozing through his voice.
Trixie bit down on her bottom lip hard.
“Permission to speak freely, Colonel?”
“Granted, Zulenka.”
As the words rolled over Gallant’s lips the mistress met his gaze with her tired pink eyes and excused herself from the room silently. Before the Colonel could say anything his office door was closed and she was proceeding through the reception area towards the lobby. His secretary had handed her a package containing the requisition order for new armor fit for her rank and the proper documentation. Tucking it under one arm she stepped out into the pouring rain. The water masked her tears as she trudged her way towards the elevator that would bring the Sith to Tier 3. Marka Ragnos’ words rang through her mind once again.
She needed a way to give him a corporeal form that would rival the Emperor.
But how?
“Please return to your bed. I have been directed by Staff Sergeant Zulenka to make sure you two remain in this room and recover.” the droid placed both hands to Nova’s shoulders and turned her around, pushing the injured woman back to her bed.
“Sergeant? What the fuck is going on, Veronica?” Nova pleaded with the base AI.
“I’m sorry, Terra. According to rudimentary bio-metric scans from the damaged sensors on Trixie’s armor she is nearing her breaking point. It is advised to follow orders. There are things going on that will be explained. For now...just focus on yourself.”
Damaged!?
Nova pushed passed the medical droid and stumbled out into the hallway. Red had begun to show through the bandages wrapped around her torso.
“Miss Terra. Are you going to make me sedate you?” Two medical droids exited from a nearby room and were upon her. Lifting the woman up they dragged her back to her bed.
“What is going on!? Why can’t I leave!?” The blond shouted in a panic as they restrained her, injecting a healthy dose of sedative into her arm.
Aisha was still unconscious, her right forearm cybernetic still wrapped in surgical gauze and powered down. It was customary to let the body adjust to the new connections before switching it on fully. As Nova’s vision became blurry she watched as two combat droids stood at attention near their door. With the click it was locked and the world fell into darkness.
Down the hall, two maintenance droids pulled the sheet down on the gurney.
“Cybernetic Female.” One chimed.
“Begin memory dump. Filename Luna Zero One.” Veronica communicated through the other.
***
The door to the Colonel’s office opened and Trixie strolled through. Felix Gallant was a war veteran and her new high-level commanding officer. He didn’t play games and didn’t appreciate insubordination.
Neither did Trixie.
The red-headed mistress was at the end of her rope. Her vision was barely in focus and her body screamed at her as she mustered the energy to salute and stand at attention for her superior.
“There has been some restructuring of the officers in the 13th and you are now needed at the NCO level, Lieutenant. I don’t have any other experienced soldiers to put in that position or I’d have done it. You’ll be the only non-commissioned trooper I have who has tangled with a Prime and hasn’t floundered.”
Trixie held her tongue, but bit her lip in frustration.
“You are now a Staff Sergeant. I am keeping your pay grade the same as it was before. Aisha Knudal is now Specialist and November Terra is a Corporal. The Lieutenant down at the 13th HQ has a new recruit that I’m going to be assigning to you as your Sergeant. His name is…”
Felix shifted some papers on his desk.
“Seventeen. He’s being briefed by Lieutenant Skleros whom you will report to from now on.”
Trixie relaxed her body and sighed. Using her innate strength she ripped the Lieutenant branded part of her armor from her biceps and tossed them into the waste bin by the Colonel’s desk.
“Anything else, sir?” She asked. A desire to kill him swelled within her.
“Is this a problem for you, Sergeant?” Felix asked, an incredulous tone oozing through his voice.
Trixie bit down on her bottom lip hard.
“Permission to speak freely, Colonel?”
“Granted, Zulenka.”
As the words rolled over Gallant’s lips the mistress met his gaze with her tired pink eyes and excused herself from the room silently. Before the Colonel could say anything his office door was closed and she was proceeding through the reception area towards the lobby. His secretary had handed her a package containing the requisition order for new armor fit for her rank and the proper documentation. Tucking it under one arm she stepped out into the pouring rain. The water masked her tears as she trudged her way towards the elevator that would bring the Sith to Tier 3. Marka Ragnos’ words rang through her mind once again.
She needed a way to give him a corporeal form that would rival the Emperor.
But how?
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