05-13-2017, 12:36 AM
As Trixie set down her damaged helmet and tossed her shredded cloak to the couch in Bianca’s office, a beep came through on her datapad.
“Trixie…” The Lieutenant cautioned.
Taking the device from her belt she pulled it open and reviewed the transmission.
Jaxx in custody. Imperial Intelligence claiming authority?
“What the fuck!? Why didn’t you tell me!?”
“It just came through the wire. I’ve already filed an injunction to get military authority. Considering it is confirmed that he was a rebel cohort, Dredd will have taken an interest and will overrule Imperial Intelligence's’ claim. You’ll be the first to know when he’s in our custody. For now? I need you to get your new Sergeant setup with you down on Tier 3 and make sure he gets all of the equipment he needs to support you.”
Lieutenant Bianca took a clipboard and flipped through it.
“I’ve also sent a shipment of the correct supplies that Specialist Knudal and Corporal Terra will need.”
The commanding officer flicked through her own datapad and nodded.
“It’s been marked as received by your droids.”
Trixie looked down at her fists, the armor had been blown away and ripped apart from her encounter with that green Prime. Various lacerations and scars littered her arms. With a sigh she relaxed her grip, sliding the datapad back into her belt pocket.
“Sergeant Seventeen is it?” The redhead said, looking toward her new recruit.
Trixie sighed as sparks flew from her broken helmet. The heads up display had likely shorted. It was useless now.
“Did that new Prime rough you up like that?” The CO asked.
“That and I’ve been on station non-stop for the past week. Someone keeps diverting all calls to my unit, Bianca! I haven’t been able to get a moment to myself. Both Knudal and Terra almost died in a rebel ambush.”
Trixie pointed a finger at her newly appointed commander.
“You want a functioning Special Forces detachment for the 13th? Give us a fucking break and let us actually put on armor that isn’t completely dead.”
Trixie bit her lip to keep from shouting. “I think the last remaining section of internal components died as I walked in here. This armor is completely toast and yet I had to subdue a Prime I had never seen before. On top of that, before I could even change I was escorted to the Colonel’s office, demoted, and sent here.”
“How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?” Seventeen said with a smirk.
“Exactly!” Trixie agreed, her voice now booming through the office.
“The 13th ISF is, and let me make this very clear, NOT combat ready, Bianca. If you need a Special Forces team in the next 72 hours you’ll need to pull from the 18th Battalion.”
“Fine, Staff Sergeant. You’ve made your point. Consider your squad offline for the next 72 hours.” The Lieutenant sighed and made a gesture with her finger over the screen of her datapad.
Picking up her broken helmet the Sith Mistress slid it over her head. The optics were dead, but she didn’t need them to see. Ever since her time in the Underverse, Trixie could sense everything around her and, through the Force, see her surroundings in perfect clarity. Albeit she saw microseconds into the future, her mind was capable of deciphering that information. Beckoning to 17 she exited the Commanding Officer’s Barracks and headed to the landing pad where her transport was waiting.
It was a short journey to Tier 3. They had flown under Imperial escort. Trixie was exhausted and was in desperate need of a shower, some pain medication, and sleep. As the transport touched down inside the garage on the bottom level of Beatrix’s base her mind finally gave out. Mistress Zulenka fell face first out of the Multi Altitude Aerial Assault Transport and onto the concrete floor.
“Should someone...maybe help her?” Seveteen said, stepping down.
A smiling woman came walking up to the duo as the pilot climbed down out of the vehicle and headed inside. She was followed by a pair of medical HK-Units and six combat-ready HK-Units.
“The medics will handle Staff Sergeant Zulenka. I’ll show you to your room, Seventeen.”
“And you are?”
“I’m Meredith. A caretaker here. Since you’re one of the actual squad members you’ll be getting a full sized apartment on the main housing floor where the rest of the squad resides. Apartment Eighteen.”
Meredith had blue-green hair and a friendly smile, but her brownish eyes held a darker secret. The black haired android swore he could also see a deep blood red color fighting to come through. The new caretaker of the base beckoned for the Sergeant to follow her.
“Trixie…” The Lieutenant cautioned.
Taking the device from her belt she pulled it open and reviewed the transmission.
Jaxx in custody. Imperial Intelligence claiming authority?
“What the fuck!? Why didn’t you tell me!?”
“It just came through the wire. I’ve already filed an injunction to get military authority. Considering it is confirmed that he was a rebel cohort, Dredd will have taken an interest and will overrule Imperial Intelligence's’ claim. You’ll be the first to know when he’s in our custody. For now? I need you to get your new Sergeant setup with you down on Tier 3 and make sure he gets all of the equipment he needs to support you.”
Lieutenant Bianca took a clipboard and flipped through it.
“I’ve also sent a shipment of the correct supplies that Specialist Knudal and Corporal Terra will need.”
The commanding officer flicked through her own datapad and nodded.
“It’s been marked as received by your droids.”
Trixie looked down at her fists, the armor had been blown away and ripped apart from her encounter with that green Prime. Various lacerations and scars littered her arms. With a sigh she relaxed her grip, sliding the datapad back into her belt pocket.
“Sergeant Seventeen is it?” The redhead said, looking toward her new recruit.
Trixie sighed as sparks flew from her broken helmet. The heads up display had likely shorted. It was useless now.
“Did that new Prime rough you up like that?” The CO asked.
“That and I’ve been on station non-stop for the past week. Someone keeps diverting all calls to my unit, Bianca! I haven’t been able to get a moment to myself. Both Knudal and Terra almost died in a rebel ambush.”
Trixie pointed a finger at her newly appointed commander.
“You want a functioning Special Forces detachment for the 13th? Give us a fucking break and let us actually put on armor that isn’t completely dead.”
Trixie bit her lip to keep from shouting. “I think the last remaining section of internal components died as I walked in here. This armor is completely toast and yet I had to subdue a Prime I had never seen before. On top of that, before I could even change I was escorted to the Colonel’s office, demoted, and sent here.”
“How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?” Seventeen said with a smirk.
“Exactly!” Trixie agreed, her voice now booming through the office.
“The 13th ISF is, and let me make this very clear, NOT combat ready, Bianca. If you need a Special Forces team in the next 72 hours you’ll need to pull from the 18th Battalion.”
“Fine, Staff Sergeant. You’ve made your point. Consider your squad offline for the next 72 hours.” The Lieutenant sighed and made a gesture with her finger over the screen of her datapad.
Picking up her broken helmet the Sith Mistress slid it over her head. The optics were dead, but she didn’t need them to see. Ever since her time in the Underverse, Trixie could sense everything around her and, through the Force, see her surroundings in perfect clarity. Albeit she saw microseconds into the future, her mind was capable of deciphering that information. Beckoning to 17 she exited the Commanding Officer’s Barracks and headed to the landing pad where her transport was waiting.
***
It was a short journey to Tier 3. They had flown under Imperial escort. Trixie was exhausted and was in desperate need of a shower, some pain medication, and sleep. As the transport touched down inside the garage on the bottom level of Beatrix’s base her mind finally gave out. Mistress Zulenka fell face first out of the Multi Altitude Aerial Assault Transport and onto the concrete floor.
“Should someone...maybe help her?” Seveteen said, stepping down.
A smiling woman came walking up to the duo as the pilot climbed down out of the vehicle and headed inside. She was followed by a pair of medical HK-Units and six combat-ready HK-Units.
“The medics will handle Staff Sergeant Zulenka. I’ll show you to your room, Seventeen.”
“And you are?”
“I’m Meredith. A caretaker here. Since you’re one of the actual squad members you’ll be getting a full sized apartment on the main housing floor where the rest of the squad resides. Apartment Eighteen.”
Meredith had blue-green hair and a friendly smile, but her brownish eyes held a darker secret. The black haired android swore he could also see a deep blood red color fighting to come through. The new caretaker of the base beckoned for the Sergeant to follow her.
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