07-06-2017, 01:38 AM
Staff Sergeant Beatrix Zulenka was many things, but someone who backed down from a challenge was not one of them. No matter the level of stress or the amount of misfortune that life threw her way she found a way around it through the help of her comrades. Her time in the Underverse was no different. Sia Morelli had reminded the redheaded soldier of her true potential again. Trixie thought back to those who had given everything to keep her going.
Masters, Fiona, Sia, Argento, and most importantly Luna.
Luna’s memory core had been downloaded into Meredith von Markham, but they hadn’t been able to boot her personality matrix. Veronica insisted on programming an entirely new AI to hold onto the information as sort of a librarian. This is where the new caretaker of the base came into play. Bardan Jaxx was going to pay, but first they needed to banish a prisoner housed on Tier 3 to appease Diablo. Though Trixie wasn’t about to divulge that information to anyone. Whatever path she had been thrust into the day Falkner banished her was now the one she was forced to walk.
In an attempt to stir some confidence Diablo had granted the tricenarian her youthful appearance and body. The markings from the Nightsister magick that had adorned Trixie’s lithe early twenties body once again rested on her skin. She felt as spry as she did back then, but with all of the experience her decades of service had granted. Her regeneration had completely restored her body to healthy condition and the Mistress was busy readying herself for a mission with her new Sergeant. While Nova and Aisha were tended to by the various medical droids that were employed in the base, Beatrix and Seventeen were to banish someone located inside the Imperial prison on Tier 4 aptly named Cuatro Correctional Facility or CCF.
Trixie admired herself in the mirror of her personal bathroom as the steam from her shower gently hugged her naked body. She wrapped her fingers around a comb, her eyes darting to each scar that littered her otherwise silky skin. Pulling the plastic device through her new length of hair the Mistress fixed her frazzled appearance and continued about her usual routine of applying makeup and caring for her feminine appearance. Trixie exited the bathroom and took her dogs tags from the bed, pulling them over her head. The steel felt cold between her bosom. Taking a black and white combat bra from a drawer built into the end of her bed she firmly pulled it over her chest and adjusted it for comfort. Leaning down she grabbed a pair of fatigue trousers and sat on her bed to put them on.
Once dressed, Trixie grabbed a hair tie from the cubby next to her bedside and headed out of the door. The Officers’ Apartments were a giant section of the base that housed self-contained penthouse suites for whoever Beatrix deemed worthy to have their own home-esque place to live. Everyone else received a small, but functional apartment with basic amenities and access to a cafeteria/grocery shop.
It was late into the witching hour when Trixie knocked on Seventeen’s door. Taking her hair tie she stretched it over one hand and looped her hair through it making a bun that sat just behind her head leaving a few rogue strands of hair in her face.
“Sarge?” The black haired android asked, rubbing his eyes.
“Morning, Sergeant. I've got a side mission and I need your help. Time to get you suited up like an official soldier.” Trixie said, eyeing her new second in command up and down.
She led him down to the armory where a row of armor stands were laid out against the back wall. Trixie walked the android over to a blue set of armor that held the insignia rank for Sergeant on it’s shoulders. The redheaded Sith Warrior left him in front of it for a second and returned with a standard issue weapon.
“This is your weapon and armor. Communication is built into the helmet as well as a basic HUD. I’ll show up as green and enemy combatants will be red. It’s your basic combat rig.” She said, handing him a piece of paper with a code on it.
“That’s the passcode to the lock. When you enter it the first time it will ask to scan your thumb at which point it will record it and you’ll be able to use it to access the locker on the fly. Otherwise you need to use the passcode written there. Don’t forget it. The amount of paperwork required to get a new one is ridiculous.”
Seventeen nodded and began punching the numbers into the keypad.
“So I heard you thought I was someone else.” She said whilst strapping on the bottom section of her armor.
“You look like the wife of someone I used to know. You even share the same name.”
“To answer your initial question to Meredith, Seventeen. The answer is yes.” Trixie was indifferent.
Seventeen stopped as he was securing the arm plates to his forearms. The mistress looked him straight in the eyes, her pink irises humming with the same energy.
“The bottom line you need to know is yes. That is literally all I can tell you, because that is all I know at this point.”
Trixie slid her helmet over her face and turned to face her Sergeant as the HUD booted up and her vision was restored. Tapping a few buttons on her wrist the armor sealed itself and pressurized. Opening a locker Trixie took out her utility belt and wrapped it around her waist, clicking it in place. Positioning her weapons in their rightful places the last piece to the puzzle was her rifle. The redhead took a moment to examine the weapon as it hung on the wall next to her locker. It was the original rifle she had started with when she had met Nova. Permanent scorch marks and scoring on the toughened durasteel littered the surface of the faded surface. Trixie decided that she wanted to be old fashioned, choosing to repair the rifle with summoned parts rather than just replace the whole thing. For looking like it did, it was a well maintained heavy blaster rifle. Removing the weapon from the wall she took a magazine from the bandolier on her waist and connected it.
Looking toward Seventeen she received a thumbs up from her second in-command and nodded. The pair of soldiers made their way to the hangar bay where the prepped MAAT Transport was waiting. Stepping up into the open holding bay, Beatrix spun around and pulled her Sergeant into the machine with her.
“Take us out, HK.” She said to the pilot droid.
The side door slide shut with a rigid thud followed by a loud hiss as the pressure in the passenger bay was equalized and filling with breathable air. The droid piloting the craft slid the thrust lever forward and the repulsor engines ignited, propelling the craft from the hangar level of Trixie’s base. With a quick spiral and a short burst from the aft thrusters the craft was rocketed downward toward Tier 4 and the target prison.
Masters, Fiona, Sia, Argento, and most importantly Luna.
Luna’s memory core had been downloaded into Meredith von Markham, but they hadn’t been able to boot her personality matrix. Veronica insisted on programming an entirely new AI to hold onto the information as sort of a librarian. This is where the new caretaker of the base came into play. Bardan Jaxx was going to pay, but first they needed to banish a prisoner housed on Tier 3 to appease Diablo. Though Trixie wasn’t about to divulge that information to anyone. Whatever path she had been thrust into the day Falkner banished her was now the one she was forced to walk.
In an attempt to stir some confidence Diablo had granted the tricenarian her youthful appearance and body. The markings from the Nightsister magick that had adorned Trixie’s lithe early twenties body once again rested on her skin. She felt as spry as she did back then, but with all of the experience her decades of service had granted. Her regeneration had completely restored her body to healthy condition and the Mistress was busy readying herself for a mission with her new Sergeant. While Nova and Aisha were tended to by the various medical droids that were employed in the base, Beatrix and Seventeen were to banish someone located inside the Imperial prison on Tier 4 aptly named Cuatro Correctional Facility or CCF.
Trixie admired herself in the mirror of her personal bathroom as the steam from her shower gently hugged her naked body. She wrapped her fingers around a comb, her eyes darting to each scar that littered her otherwise silky skin. Pulling the plastic device through her new length of hair the Mistress fixed her frazzled appearance and continued about her usual routine of applying makeup and caring for her feminine appearance. Trixie exited the bathroom and took her dogs tags from the bed, pulling them over her head. The steel felt cold between her bosom. Taking a black and white combat bra from a drawer built into the end of her bed she firmly pulled it over her chest and adjusted it for comfort. Leaning down she grabbed a pair of fatigue trousers and sat on her bed to put them on.
Once dressed, Trixie grabbed a hair tie from the cubby next to her bedside and headed out of the door. The Officers’ Apartments were a giant section of the base that housed self-contained penthouse suites for whoever Beatrix deemed worthy to have their own home-esque place to live. Everyone else received a small, but functional apartment with basic amenities and access to a cafeteria/grocery shop.
It was late into the witching hour when Trixie knocked on Seventeen’s door. Taking her hair tie she stretched it over one hand and looped her hair through it making a bun that sat just behind her head leaving a few rogue strands of hair in her face.
“Sarge?” The black haired android asked, rubbing his eyes.
“Morning, Sergeant. I've got a side mission and I need your help. Time to get you suited up like an official soldier.” Trixie said, eyeing her new second in command up and down.
She led him down to the armory where a row of armor stands were laid out against the back wall. Trixie walked the android over to a blue set of armor that held the insignia rank for Sergeant on it’s shoulders. The redheaded Sith Warrior left him in front of it for a second and returned with a standard issue weapon.
“This is your weapon and armor. Communication is built into the helmet as well as a basic HUD. I’ll show up as green and enemy combatants will be red. It’s your basic combat rig.” She said, handing him a piece of paper with a code on it.
“That’s the passcode to the lock. When you enter it the first time it will ask to scan your thumb at which point it will record it and you’ll be able to use it to access the locker on the fly. Otherwise you need to use the passcode written there. Don’t forget it. The amount of paperwork required to get a new one is ridiculous.”
Seventeen nodded and began punching the numbers into the keypad.
“So I heard you thought I was someone else.” She said whilst strapping on the bottom section of her armor.
“You look like the wife of someone I used to know. You even share the same name.”
“To answer your initial question to Meredith, Seventeen. The answer is yes.” Trixie was indifferent.
Seventeen stopped as he was securing the arm plates to his forearms. The mistress looked him straight in the eyes, her pink irises humming with the same energy.
“The bottom line you need to know is yes. That is literally all I can tell you, because that is all I know at this point.”
Trixie slid her helmet over her face and turned to face her Sergeant as the HUD booted up and her vision was restored. Tapping a few buttons on her wrist the armor sealed itself and pressurized. Opening a locker Trixie took out her utility belt and wrapped it around her waist, clicking it in place. Positioning her weapons in their rightful places the last piece to the puzzle was her rifle. The redhead took a moment to examine the weapon as it hung on the wall next to her locker. It was the original rifle she had started with when she had met Nova. Permanent scorch marks and scoring on the toughened durasteel littered the surface of the faded surface. Trixie decided that she wanted to be old fashioned, choosing to repair the rifle with summoned parts rather than just replace the whole thing. For looking like it did, it was a well maintained heavy blaster rifle. Removing the weapon from the wall she took a magazine from the bandolier on her waist and connected it.
Looking toward Seventeen she received a thumbs up from her second in-command and nodded. The pair of soldiers made their way to the hangar bay where the prepped MAAT Transport was waiting. Stepping up into the open holding bay, Beatrix spun around and pulled her Sergeant into the machine with her.
“Take us out, HK.” She said to the pilot droid.
The side door slide shut with a rigid thud followed by a loud hiss as the pressure in the passenger bay was equalized and filling with breathable air. The droid piloting the craft slid the thrust lever forward and the repulsor engines ignited, propelling the craft from the hangar level of Trixie’s base. With a quick spiral and a short burst from the aft thrusters the craft was rocketed downward toward Tier 4 and the target prison.
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