[M] Lost In Time Immemorial

[Trixie]

With a blinding flash of light the mistress was gone. As her eyes readjusted and her ears desperately tried to regain balance for her body two Imperial Storm Troopers took notice of the naked woman standing in the middle of the Park Barrington Hotel lobby. Depressing a button on his helmet the squad leader reported the sighting of a naked individual disturbing the peace on Tier 1 of Coruscant.

“Ma’am, halt.” One of them spoke as he reached his hand toward Beatrix.

Her vision had finally returned to normal. She turned to face the soldiers approaching her. As they got closer a device attached to the belt of one of the guards began beeping.

“She’s force positive!” He shrieked, raising his weapon towards the mistress.

Trixie narrowed her eyes as time seemed to slow down around her. A vision of a woman cackling through a rebreather mask surrounded by fire pierced her mind. Before the lead Storm Trooper knew what was going on Trixie had pushed his drawn weapon to the side and thrown her elbow into his throat. As he wheezed and choked for air the mistress pulled forward on the blaster rifle forcing his helmet against her knee and sending the soldier onto his back. Without a seconds thought she drove the stolen rifle into his comrade’s helmet, cracking the heads up display and disabling his vision. As the Imperial Soldier scrambled to remove his helmet Trixie ripped the utility belt from his waist and snap kicked him to the floor.

Clicking it around her naked midsection she bolted out of the hotel and into the pouring rain. Her bare feet splashing through forming puddles she navigated through crowds of people towards theend of the platform. Reaching the edge the soaked swordsman leapt off and plummeted downward toward the lower tiers of Coruscant.

***

The wind howled in her ears as level after level of glass and steel flew past. A sign that read “Exiting Tier 2” passed her vision and without hesitating she grasped the center of the belt she wore with both hands and depressed the buckle. A carbon steel grappling hook exploded forth from the center; attached to it was a durasteel cable. Piercing a nearby construction sign for an apartment complex Beatrix moaned in pain as she was halted abruptly and thrown against the glass exterior of the building. With her breasts pressed against the glass she gripped the steel cable and began pulling herself up the platform where the sign was. Blood ran down her arms as the durasteel cable cut into her palms. Desperately, she lifted herself onto the empty platform and rolled onto her back in an attempting to catch her breath and recover from the fall. A red burn had formed around her waist where the belt had tightened and gripped her skin to keep from sliding off.

“Great move, Trix. At least now it isn’t the only place bleeding on my body.”

Similar to Tier One, Tier 3 was also experiencing a rain storm. The blood covering most of her inner thighs and arms was soon washed away with the rest of whatever she had on her. With a great sigh she sat upright. Wrapping the durasteel cable around her arm she pulled it loose from the sign and returned it to the compartment on her belt. Unclasping it she threw the utility belt over her shoulder and stood up.

“Why here? What is so special about this incomplete apartment complex?”

“You know for someone that fights like you do I’d expect you’d have known better than to bludgeon two Imperial Soldiers. We always find our targets.”

Trixie turned casually to face the origin of the female voice who had just spoken. A woman clad in tight recon gear that hugged every curve of her supple body stood before the Dathomir born human. Covering her head was the hood from a rain slicker; her blonde hair draped over both of her breasts. Pointed at Trixie was a large caliber plasma sniper rifle. Over one of the woman’s eyes was a targeting reticule used for long distance shooting. Lowering her vision to her exposed torso Mistress Zulenka noticed a purple dot resting just below her belly button.

“What do you want, officer?” Beatrix asked, pushing her soaked red hair out of her eyes.

“Well considering I have no record that you even exist. Your name would be a good start. Then maybe if I like you…a job offer. The Empire could always use someone with your talents.” Replied the hooded woman. “I’m Commander November Terra. I run a Retrieve and Recon group for the Imperial Army. If you ask me. We’re the best.”

Trixie’s eyes met with Commander November. She pondered what to do. She didn’t have anything else going for her. No money. No clothes. Only her name and the innate combat training that she didn’t even remember having.

“Beatrix Zulenka is my name, ma’am.”

[Trixie]

“Is that it then?” Trixie asked urgently.

Nova shook her head.

“From the looks of you.” The Commander eyed her targets hands and crotch. “You need a place to stay.”

Pulling her rifle up and slinging it over her shoulder Nova proceeded to walk towards the entrance of the apartment complex.

“Luckily for you there are completed apartments on this level we use for field work. I can let you use one for a couple days while you decide if you’re going to work for me or not.”

Placing a hand on the small of Trixie’s back, Commander Nova guided the mistress into the building and out of the rain. Taking a right into the unlit corridor they descended a set of stairs at the end of the hall and headed left around a stack of unopened appliances and furniture. Arriving at Apartment 151 Nova pressed a series of numbers into the keypad and opened the door, pushing Trixie through.

Closing the door behind them Nova latched it and sealed the magnetic locks. Pulling back her hood she ripped the magnetic rain slicker from her jumpsuit and threw it onto the kitchen counter to her right. The apartment was nicely sized. Trixie walked to the living room and turned to inspect her surroundings. As you entered the apartment a mini kitchen was situated to your right. On the back wall with the door was the fridge, stove, and cabinets for food. Creating an alcove in front of the appliances was a raised counter that had a bar on it. The sink was located in the center with a dishwasher to its right. Past the kitchen and living room and to the left was the master bed room and only bed in the apartment.

A sealed door led to the apartments heating and cooling elements just to the right of the living room. To the left of the front door was a small hallway that led straight back into a full bathroom complete with tub, toilet, and shower fixtures. To the right of the bathroom was a room labeled “Contraband” and to the left of the bathroom was a room labeled “Armory and Security”. A closet was built into the wall immediately to your left upon entering the apartment.

The place was relatively clean. Without saying a word Trixie walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Nova went to the holophone on the bar and dialed a series of numbers.

“I have a possible replacement, Oberst. However she is…completely unregistered. So I’m going to need a registration kit and basic officer fatigues sent to field house 151.”

A voice responded on the other end which make Nova smirk.

“One second.” She replied pressing the hold button.

Walking to the bathroom door she opened it just as Trixie was sitting down to pee. The red-headed vixen had put her hair into a pony tail.

“May I help you?” She said, sighing with frustration.

Nova took Beatrix’s hand and raised it above her to get a good look at Trixie’s breasts. The optical sensor over her right eye measured the mistress’ bust and torso.

“Do you…like what you see?” Trixie said slightly irked.

Ignoring her question Nova released her targets arm and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Releasing the hold button she resumed the call with her superior. Beatrix sighed and stood up. Stepping into the shower she pulled the curtain shut and switched on the hot water. Immediately the warm liquid ran over the woman’s skin, revitalizing her mood and her stamina. Zulenka did not know what had happened to her, but for some reason just being able to pee in relative privacy and take a shower was a well needed relief. Removing the hair tie from her hair she fluffed it out under the water and rinsed out her sweat, blood, and whatever else had gotten into it. Her hair had gotten long, but she didn’t care. She had always loved how her hair looked. Taking a can of shaving cream from the shelf she spread it on her legs, inner thighs, and private area. Taking a razor from the same shelf in the shower she sat down on the bench and proceeded to groom herself. She loved the feeling of her freshly shaved skin and feeling clean is something she desperately needed right now.

***

Finally opening the door to let the steam out of the bathroom, Trixie exited. Wrapped around her body was a lush towel. Entering the living room she saw Nova leaning over a black hard case. On the couch was a set of clothes and a few other items.

“Feel better, Beatrix?” The Commander asked.

“Yeah. What is all that?” Trixie asked seeing the syringe and data pads.

“I’m about to offer you a job. Recent events have made my squad…well I’m alone right now. I have oversight on who is recruited to work with me and I’ve chosen you to be my partner. You’ll be given a decent starting rank and pay. You will work for me and for the Empire.”

Nova took hold of a thick glass data pad and held it up to Trixie.

“You’re force sensitive so you’ll be my muscle. If you agree place your right hand flatly against this data pad.”

Trixie eyed her future Commander.

“Why?” She asked hesitantly.

Nova smiled. “Because I need to make you an Imperial Citizen before I can enlist you. As of right now you’re nobody.”

With a smirk Trixie placed her right hand firmly against the glass of the data pad. A series of flashing icons and windows buzzed across the screen before it scanned and retained her hand print. Pressing her thumb print to the bottom right corner out of unknown instinct she completed one arm. Repeating the process for her left hand and thumb the mistress sat down on the coffee table and examined the clothes Commander Nova had laid out for her.

Trixie’s head snapped toward the blonde haired warrior as a sharp pain alerted her to a needle drawing blood from her right arm.

“Get dressed.” Nova ordered.

Dropping the towel to the floor Trixie took the pair of lace panties from the pile of clothes and slid them onto her legs and up to her waist. Sliding both arms into a matching lace bra she turned it around to fasten it before reversing it again. Pulling on it she pushed on her breasts to seat them comfortably in her new clothing. Sliding her feet into the tight leather skin suit she fed her arms into the torso before zipping the form fitting uniform shut. The leather like uniform was skin tight and showed off every curve of her body. Around the waist were loop holes for a utility belt and other attachable devices. On each bicep was the Imperial emblem in white. Her last name was printed just above her right breast. Clasps on her shoulders where a cloak would go, if she had one, made her think of that woman she had seen in her mind.

“Is that me?”

“You look good. Now smile.” Nova said.

Snapping Trixie’s picture she took a personnel photo and finished the registration of her new team mate. With the personnel file complete Nova uploaded the mistress’ blood and biometric data into the Imperial Database for storage and analysis. A series of beeps signaled it was done and with a smile Nova closed the case and sealed it shut. Almost immediately the self-engraving nameplate seared the first letter of her first name and her last name into itself.

“Good, now sit tight for a couple days and I’ll contact you when High Command is ready to meet you. Help yourself to any food and any gear in the armory you might need. I don’t have any way of getting you a light saber right now so you’ll have to make due with basic blaster weapons.”

Trixie nodded as Nova made for the door and let herself out. It sealed behind her Commander and the mistress was alone once again with her thoughts.

“Working for the Empire…”

She sighed dejectedly.

[Trixie]

It was the middle of the night and the force user couldn’t sleep. A raging thunderstorm hammered the glass windows of the apartment she was staying in. It was pitch black minus the occasionally intense flash of lightning and dim glow from various data pads littered throughout the apartment. Trixie had stripped out of her jumpsuit and removed her bra to get more comfortable; she was wearing a lone t-shirt she had found in the bedroom inside one of the dressers that had the imperial logo printed on the front. Adjusting herself on the couch in the living room she scrolled through documents on the data pad she had found in the armory. Pushing her bangs out of her eyes Trixie put down the tablet and laid back into the leather couch. Closing her eyes she listened to the rain and the occasional rumbles of thunder.

“Contraband room…”

Pushing herself off the couch she got up and headed to the bar. Taking a lollipop from the candy dish put it in her mouth and walked over to the door labeled “Contraband.” Entering the door code she had discovered in the Armory files the lock clicked open and she pushed open the door. Several lights flickered to life revealing the contents of the walk in closet sized room. On a table labeled weapons inside of a holster was a pistol that caught her eye. Biting down on the candy in her mouth Beatrix walked over to the table and picked up the slip of paper beneath the weapon.

“Czerka Arms Mk1. Taken from dead mark. Shot right through Jessica’s breastplate and vaporized her organs. Found typically on the black market. Expensive and extremely rare.”

“Interesting. A pistol that pierced an infantry issue breastplate…” She whispered to herself.

Trixie eyed the report once more.

“At 70 meters. Impressive.”

Ripping the evidence tag from holster the mistress took it and exited the room, shutting the door behind her. Pulling the weapon out of its holder she got a feel for its weight and pointed it at the television screen a couple times. Sheathing the weapon she placed it on the bar and took the data pad from the coffee table and opened a data-verse window. Searching the name of the weapon and its manufacturer she linked the tablet to the armory uplink and received classified information about the origin of the weapon.

Deciding that she couldn’t let such a useful blaster go to waste the mistress determined she would keep it. She’d have to tell Commander Nova when they next met. Crunching the remainder of her lollipop she threw the stick into the sink and yawned deeply. Scratching her head she went into the bathroom to pee and change her womanly dam. Washing her hands she splashed cold water on her face before patting herself dry. Deciding it was time to at least try to sleep Trixie went into the bedroom with one of the data-pads and curled up into a ball beneath the sheets. Browsing the data-verse she came across a woman named Agnes who had openly welcomed any question someone could pose to her. Clicking on the link she eyed a photograph of Agnes and pondered for a second before typing in a question with a devious grin.

“Agnes. Mistress Soldier here. Can’t sleep on Coruscant. Are you single? Do you believe in fate? I think you’re gorgeous.”

With a yawn Beatrix couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. Hitting submit she dropped the data-pad onto the floor and relaxed against her pillow into a deep sleep.

[Trixie]

“ZULENKA!”

The sleeping red-head moaned incoherently.

“I’m sorry, sir. It’s a side effect of the mnemiotic neurotransmitter. Once the stimulant wears off they need to sleep.”

Nova splashed the red-headed vixen with a glass of cold water. A man stood next to her at attention.

“Wake up, soldier. High Command is here to evaluate you.” November said urgently as she dragged Trixie from her bed.

“Put these formal fatigues on and be in the living room in five minutes.”

The mysterious male officer and Commander Nova left the room and closed the door. She could hear voices and talking coming from the other room. She felt absolutely horrible. Her head throbbed, making her vision pulse with each heartbeat. The room was spinning and the mistress felt as though she could vomit. Forgetting her personal ailments she quickly stripped and dressed herself into the formal soldier’s attire. Tying her hair into a tight pony tail she walked to the mirror on the back of the bedroom door and straightened her shirt.

With a sigh she opened the door and headed out into the living room. The man from earlier was sitting on the couch reading a data-pad while Nova was leaning against the wall next to the hallway. Four elite imperial guards were at the door standing behind an armor clad man wearing a helmet. Dredd was the name printed on his uniform. Her vision was still shaky and she could barely make out most of the room clearly.

“Ensign Zulenka. Glad you could join us.” Said the man on the couch. A grunt of disgust came from Dredd. Nova swallowed nervously.

As the man stood up Trixie saluted him and stood to attention.

“My name is Colonel Victor Morrigan. I am in charge of Special Forces Regiment Seventy Two. Specifically the Advanced Recon Commando or ARC Trooper mission assignments. Commander November reports directly to me. The seven two has had a tough past year.”

The Colonel eyed Beatrix up and down before continuing.

“Commander Terra is the only remaining member left. You were chosen to fill the next available spot and seeing as you’ve passed all of the preliminary checks you’re good to go. However I don’t have the final say.”

Victor looked at Dredd who grinned and walked forward.

“Judge Dredd is the High Commander of the both Coruscants Space Marine divisions and it’s Stormtrooper Legions. He is a police force in and of itself.”

Victor turned to face Trixie again. “Because you have no record of ever being on Coruscant and you are basically a blank slate, The Judge wanted to personally make sure your loyalty was secured to our cause and to your unit.”

This was all happening so fast. Trixie didn’t know what to make of it. While it was an honor to be inspected like this she was worried. Judge Dredd nodded with approval and two of his elite guards made their way to the red-head. Before she knew what was happening a heavy boot landed hard against her sternum. Taking the hit she stumbled backward feigning under an incoming hook. Using the coffee table to her advantage she balanced on both hands bringing her right heel into contact with someone’s chin. A guard stumbled backward into the bar leaving an opening for Trixie to flip backwards, pushing the coffee table into the oncoming storm troopers’ shins making him fall forward into the mistress’ knee. Shoving the incapacitated soldier aside she bolted towards her second opponent. However just before she reached him her world fade to black. Trixie was thrown through the coffee table with a thud. The first soldier had recovered and knocked her cleaned on the back of the head. Brushing themselves off the two elite guards of Judge Dredd returned to the door behind their superior.

“So I take it she’s cleared?” Victor asked.

With a nod Judge Dredd took the data-pad off the bar and signed his name. Pressing a few buttons he handed it to the Colonel before taking his leave. Turning to Nova, Colonel Morrigan snapped his fingers.

“Carry her to my shuttle. Her gear just arrived last night from the manufacturer. As did your new stuff. I had everything delivered to your pent house armory on Tier 2. I’ll drop you off there. You have a pending mission so get her ready and able as soon as you can.”

Nova cracked open a chemical activated cold-pack and placed it against Trixie’s forehead. “Roger that, Oberst.”

***

Images of a dark haired woman cutting through lines of soldiers and covering herself in the blood of her enemies permeated through Trixie’s mind. She awoke with a start inside a bacta tank. The automated systems alerted Commander Terra to her new comrades’ status with a series of alarms and beeping noises. Immediately the tank drained and Trixie was dropped to her knees. A rinsing spray of warm water cleaned the mistress of any remaining bacta fluid before the glass sheathe lifted up exposing her to the cold air conditioned pent house. Removing the rebreather from Trixie’s head Nova wrapped a towel around her body and stood her up.

“What happened?” Beatrix said with a cough.

“You passed, Captain.” Replied Nova.

“W-what? Captain?” Trixie asked in disbelief.

“You are now ARC Trooper Captain Beatrix Zulenka of the 72nd Special Forces Regiment. I have a brand new set of armor and rifle in the armory. I also grabbed that pistol from the bar in the apartment. I assume you wanted that as a sidearm?”

Trixie nodded, still processing everything that was happening. It was all occurring so fast. She was now a Captain in the Imperial Army. Terra had even gotten her a suit of armor and a weapon.

“When you’re ready, get dressed and come to the armory. We have a job so I need to go over a few things with you.” Nova ordered with a smile. Patting Trixie on the shoulder she left the medical bay.

[Trixie]

With a loud crunch the red-headed mistress chomped into a crisp piece of bacon from her plate. Once the shock of being a Captain in the Imperial Army had worn off Trixie discovered that she was starving. Without even hesitating she raided Commander Nova’s fridge for food. Taking another strip of the greasy bacon from her plate she crunched down on it as she lounged against the island bar which housed the kitchen stove. Smelling the prepared food November made her way into the kitchen and grinned, running her hand through her blonde hair.

“I see you found my food."

With a nod the red-headed soldier bit into an English muffin smeared with jam. She crunched the toasted bread as Nova slid her a copy of the mission dossier. It was a relatively thick stack of paper that was in-between a folder. A data-pad was attached to the outside that was flashing through images of suspected targets.

"We're being tasked with seeking and destroying a rogue terrorist element that used to belong to the Copper Eye. They've been raiding Imperial supplies on Tier 5 for weeks and High Command has finally gotten sick of it." The blonde haired Commander explained.

Flipping through a series of images she held up the data-pad to the munching Trixie.

"This is our main target. Cell Leader Dominick Falkner; he's in charge of the splinter group and he's also a Jedi Knight. Which is why we're being tasked with eliminating his operation. We'll be providing our own insertion for this mission and ground support will be for emergencies only. Any questions, Captain?"

With a loud burp Trixie flipped through the pages. "Do we have any idea where they're working out of?"

Commander Nova flipped through to the last page and smirked. "The closest we got was inside one of the subway tunnels leading past an apartment complex that was a block from the Archives of Ultan. Command assumes they're using an old maintenance shaft or construction depot for a camp. We'll be stationed out of an apartment across from a special forces owned warehouse that's been raided a couple times."

Nodding in agreement Trixie took a long drink from her glass of orange juice and wiped her mouth on a napkin.

"Lead on Commander." She said motioning towards the kitchen exit.

The two women descended a staircase inside the giant pent house and entered the sprawling Armory. On one side was Nova's gear already mounted on its stand and ready to put on; on the other side inside unopened crates that had been shipped directly from High Command was Trixie's equipment. Tossing the red-head a crow bar Nova went over the shipping manifest as Zulenka proceeded to pry open the crates containing her custom crafted armor.

"So that’s why you had to examine my boobs." Beatrix said with a grin as she examined her chest plate for the first time.

"Well that and they're pretty amazing." Nova said with a laugh. "Your armor is custom tailored to fit your body within a few degrees of error. The chest plate is crafted to fit your bust and is designed to hold you snuggly in place for combat purposes. It actually compresses against your body and the interior hugs your bosom like a sports bra allowing for freedom of movement without...you know. Your tits getting in the way."

Trixie laughed. "Well that's good to know. Thanks."

Opening the crate that contained her weapon Beatrix placed it on a nearby bench and removed the stock and sling from the bottom of the packaging. Assembling the gun she leaned it against the crate that contained her chest plate and helmet. Removing each piece of armor from their respective boxes she organized it and hung it on an armor stand Nova had set up just for her.

"There's another package here from High Command." The red-headed mistress said aloud.

Nova walked over and opened it up. Inside was a flowing black cloak with a red interior and resting on top of it was the hilt of a unique looking light-saber. Taking the blade from the box she clicked it on and a black blade shot forth from her hand. Almost immediately it began to glow white as it absorbed the ambient light from the area. Clicking off the Darksaber Trixie hung it on the armor stand on her utility belt.

"Seems someone is looking out for you. I've never seen a saber like that." Nova said, unzipping her off duty jumpsuit.

"Get dressed, Captain." She ordered.

Trixie nodded and removed everything but her lace panties. Taking the brand new under-armor suit from the nearby bench she slid herself into it and zipped it up. The skin tight silk garment was designed to protect the users’ skin from their armor. Clasping her leg armor on and slipping into her combat boots Trixie was ready to put on her chest piece. Sliding it over her head she positioned it down until it clicked with her pants. The auto alignment system jerked her armor into the correction position. Within seconds the chest piece began to compress onto her chest. She could feel her bosom being cupped and pressed against her body. Just as she thought it was going to hurt the armor stopped and the internals locked in place, securing her upper body in a snug airtight position. Bending over to grab the armor for her arms she could barely notice her bosom move. The internal computer auto corrected for her movement and adjusted; before long the armor was completely form fitting to her body. With only her helmet left to put on Trixie strapped an assault backpack to her back where she had stored extra ammunition and other basic field equipment.

Clipping the Darksaber to her belt she let it hang at her side. Taking the pistol from a locker that Nova had prepared for her she strapped the holster to her left thigh and sheathed the weapon, snapping it in place. Cracking open a box of ammunition, Zulenka filled her bandolier with extra battery packs for her rifle.

"I'm seriously jealous. You look great." Nova said with a smile. "Follow me, Captain. I have another surprise for you."

Slinging her rifle over her shoulder and grabbing her helmet Trixie followed Commander November into her pent house garage where two white swoop bikes were parked. The mistress had never seen a more beautiful vehicle in her life. It was even more surprising when she noticed one of them was labeled with "Cpt. Zulenka."

"We're being given our own personal swoops for on and off duty. They're fast, they can fly, and they're a lot of fun. Since you don't have a place of your own yet you'll be staying here with me."

Nova threw Trixie a keycard attached to an Imperial keychain. "Unfortunately we won't be taking the bikes for this mission. Our ride should be here shortly. Don't forget your cloak."

Tying her hair into a tight bun Nova slipped her helmet on. With a click and a shrill hiss it locked in place and powered on. Trixie returned to the armory and grabbed the cloak from the box it was in. Putting down her rifle she slid her arms into the sleeves and pulled it up over her shoulders and clasped the chains to the clips on her shoulders. Picking up her rifle again she slung it across her chest and headed back into the garage. November tossed the mistress a hair tie as she entered the room. Fashioning her red hair into a bun she picked up her helmet and slid it over her face and down onto her head. The heads up display clicked on and she could see with better clarity than before.

Going over to a workbench Nova grabbed two items from inside a box and brought them over to Trixie. Taking the red-heads left hand she slid a circular device over the back of it.

"This is your communicator. It's linked to your helmet and swoop bike. It also functions as a holo-communicator by itself when needed. It has a self-charging battery that will replenish its’ charge when you’re not using it."

Pulling apart what looked like two thick chopsticks Nova revealed a collapsible data-pad. "This is your Data-verse device. Use it access mission information and the Imperial Holo-Net. It's also just your personal data-pad so use it to check email and watch porn. If you're into that." Nova grinned.

Beatrix bit her lip with a devious smile. "Got it."

She closed the data-verse device and slid it into a pouch on her belt. Securing the communicator she clicked it on and watched as a little radio icon appeared at the bottom right corner of her helmets HUD.

"Testing, Commander." She spoke into her helmet receiver.

"I read you, Captain. Transport should be here within two minutes. Do a last minute weapons check and be ready to depart."

"Copy that." Trixie replied.

It was her first mission for the Empire and somehow it felt like she had been doing it for years.

[Trixie]

Everything was black. Voices could be heard permeating the void. Blaster fire and waves of heat made their way through the emptiness. She could almost hear her name being screamed frantically. The Mutli-Altitude Assault Transport had been hit with a portable surface to air missile. One of it’s repulsor engines had been blown clean off and the other clung to life just long enough to the let the pilot crash land. The resulting impact had blown the co-pilot’s body into a mess of limbs and tissue. Trixie had been hurled from her seat head first into a door, her helmet being knocked off in the explosion. Commander November and the Pilot had managed to drag her to safety just before the transport craft exploded into a towering inferno taking the nearby building with it.

They had arrived on Tier 5, but were far from their assigned check in station. Somehow Falkner knew they were coming and had set up an ambush. As Trixie opened her eyes for the first time in minutes since the crash her vision was stained with the blood that had run down her face. With a sharp inhale she fully regained consciousness only to feel the pilot place a hand on her shoulder to keep her still.

“Commander!” He shouted, bringing his rifle to bear upon the encroaching terrorist ambush party.

Nova rushed over and looked over her new Captain. “You took a blow to the head. Can you stand?”

With a nod Trixie took hold of her commanding officer's arm and lifted herself up. Handing the red-head her helmet the mistress put it on without question and secured it. Her brand new armor was already stained with smoke and blood, but that’s what it was for right? The heads up display in her visor displayed Nova’s position as well their marooned pilot. Every hostile target became outlined in red and a targeting reticule for each one covered their visible position. Bringing her rifle up she examined it briefly before taking a clip from her belt. Pressing the button on the drum it expanded; loading it into her rifle she waited for it to cycle before squeezing off a series of rounds. The terrorist she had aimed at dropped to the ground, his arm having been blown clean off.

“The check in point is half a click south of here on Broadview. We’re on Mason Street.” Nova reported through the comm channel. “Higgins you stay with us. You can call for transport at the check in.”

The pilot confirmed. Trixie was the muscle. It was her job to enter the breach and lay waste to what she found. Time to have a little fun; though she did not know why she was smiling, but as she knocked a terrorist to the ground and proceeded to push her boot through his skull she had never been happier. Zulenka’s rifle had a substantial amount of kick to it. These terrorists weren’t wearing any sort of real protection so it was like being struck by a moving vehicle. As the trio moved away from the wreckage the resistance began to thin out and retreat.

“Radio man! Two o clock! 200 meters!” Trixie shouted to Nova over their comms.

“I got em. I got em.” She replied patiently, lining up the sight of her weapon.

As the terrorist was calling for backup he shuddered violently as a splash of blood burst from his mouth. She took another shot to disable to communications array on his back. Satisfied now that his corpse had caught fire Terra zoomed out to scan the area.

“HUD reports zero hostiles within 300 meters. Confirm Captain.”

Removing the muzzle of her rifle from a dead soldier's disintegrated head Trixie looked around for a moment before slinging it over her shoulder.

“Negative contacts, Commander. Where’s Higgins?”

“I’m..” Before he could finish his statement the pilot was on his knees with a blue light saber protruding from his chest.

“Captain!”

Without even thinking Trixie drew the Darksaber from her belt and ignited the bladed weapon. From behind Nova approached and unclasped the rifle from around Beatrix’s body, taking it for safe keeping. November was not a trained swordswoman. All she knew how to do was, at best, basic knife fighting in close quarters. Nothing on par with a Sith or a Jedi.

“I felt a new force user on Coruscant. Me and my master were wondering who it was.”

“Speak your name or die anonymous to me.” Trixie said through the modulator on her helmet.

“So much for pleasantries then. I am Jedi Padawan Yennefer von Markham. I was sent here by my master Jedi Knight Falkner to see to it that our ambush had successfully wiped you out.”

She placed a boot to the back of the pilot and pushed him off her saber. Yennefer was of short stature, but roughly a few years younger than Trixie. Her black hair was tied into a bun for combat and her grey jedi robes hung off her lithe figure. She wielded a blue light saber common to Jedi Guardians. Without even knowing why Trixie innately knew that this meant she was more skilled in dueling than was to be expected of a padawan.

A quiet voice came over the red-headed Sith’s helmet comm. “Make it quick, Captain. We don’t have a lot of time to spare.”

With a silent nod Trixie brought her Darksaber up in front of her. Yennefer came first. Raising the blade horizontally the mistress blocked a downward slash. The black energy blade shrieked as it made contact with the blue lightsaber. Side stepping to the left Trixie rotated her blade clockwise and pushed Yennefer to the side. Lowering her blade the mistress kicked the padawan’s right knee and sent her stumbling backward. Swiping left Trixie brought her darksaber across Yennefer’s chest. Her eyes widened and she mumbled a few incoherent words in disbelief before the upper half of her torso separated from the rest of her. Extinguishing the Darksaber Trixie clipped it to her belt and took hold of the blue lightsaber resting on the ground. Clicking it off Captain Zulenka stared into padawan Yennefer’s dead eyes.

“Well that was anticlimactic.” Nova said, kicking the corpse of their foe.

A mechanical laugh escaped the dead lips of Yennefer as the hologram projecting her image onto a battle droid faded revealing an explosive charge strapped to its waist.

“Commander!”

“Oh shi-”

The device exploded showering the block with a thick dust cloud and waves of artificial fire. Nova and Trixie were thrown from their feet and pounded with debris and fire. When the smoke had cleared only the red-head had managed to get to her feet. The once white armor she wore was now further stained with scorch marks and burnt blood. The plating on her right bicep had been broken beyond repair. Ripping it from her person she winced as it opened a fresh plasma burn to the air; she could feel fresh blood flow down her arm. With a sigh Trixie collected her rifle from the ground and scanned the area for her Commander. Spying her motionless body the mistress made her way over and knelt down beside November and unclasped her own helmet. Removing it she breathed in the smoke filled air and wiped the blood and sweat from her face. Resting the helmet next to Nova’s body she removed the blonde haired woman's own visor and began chest compressions and CPR. With a cough the senior ranked sniper came back to the realm of the living.

Reaching into the assault kit strapped to her back the red-head pulled out a survival kit. Ripping open a pack of purified water Trixie sat November up and poured the self cooled liquid into her mouth. Taking a sip for herself Beatrix sighed and fell onto her butt, still propping her commander up.

“We’ve been here twenty fucking minutes and we’ve been shot down, shot at, and blown up.”

November laughed as she downed the last of the water.

“They may have known we were coming.” She said with a smirk, hiding obvious pain.

“You think?” Trixie shot back, taking a first aid kit from her assault pack.

“I definitely have a few broken ribs, Captain.” Nova said, pressing down on her stomach with a grimace.

Taking an injector and a vial of blue liquid Trixie loaded the medical instrument and pressed it to Nova’s neck. Pressing the trigger the needle administered a dose of bacta and pain relievers to the Commander.

“Dammit! Warn me before you do that.” She said in protest.

Ignoring her Commander Trixie pressed the same gun to her neck and pulled the trigger. With a wince Trixie could feel her pain slowly going away. Her concussion and burns were slowly becoming minor irritations. Stowing her medkit and supplies the mistress got to her feet and pulled November up with her.

“Orders?” Beatrix said as she bent down to grab her helmet and rifle.

Leaning on the gun she took her datapad from her belt and opened it. They were still less than half a click away from their target and not only that, but now they were injured.

“Fuck check in. We know where they are supposed to be. Let’s just kill them all. Whatever it takes.” Terra said in frustration.

Trixie grinned as Nova opened her communicator.


“Command. This is ARC Trooper Commander November Terra. We are Status Orange. Requesting MAAT Transport and Aerial Anti-Infantry Squadron for escort. Coordinates…156 889 of Tier 5.” She spoke into the device on her hand.

“Roger that, Terra. Carrier inbound. Weapons will be hot. Mark yourselves with red smoke.” The voice responded from the other end.

Without hesitating Terra had pulled the pin on a canister of red smoke and tossed it into the crater left by the bomb. Help was on the way.

[Trixie]

Trixie ran her thumb over the faded photograph she had arrived with in the Nexus. It had only been a few weeks and she had already found herself a place in this new world. Staring longingly at the face of who she assumed was Vad she sighed. They looked happy; truly happy with one another at a simple diner eating hot dogs. From behind her helmet and without her knowledge her eyes turned a bright pink and her mind was taken elsewhere.

“So you have no idea who that is? Well you certainly look like me, but you are hardly a Demonic Valkyrie. You also appear to be tainted with another being.”

As Trixie blinked she was now standing naked in front of another woman who looked eerily similar to her. It was the woman in the photograph. Her eyes glowed with pink energy and her hair was only shoulder length, but this woman looked exactly like Trixie. Clenching a fist, pink energy began to envelop her arm.

“You are a disgrace to my name! To HIS name!” She screamed launching an energy blast.

Trixie snapped out of her trance as the blast hit her face and their transport shuddered violently as it banked around a corner. Stowing the photograph she looked to her Commander who had taken off her chest plate. As Terra held her bosom up a medic was wrapping her torso with tape to keep her broken ribs in place. With a rip the medical officer finished and jabbed a syringe filled with a mild painkiller into the Commander’s neck. Lifting her armor from the transport floor Nova refitted herself into the protective gear.

Beatrix grabbed hold of a strap hanging from the ceiling as the squadron sank towards the road and proceeded towards the suspected maintenance tunnel in which Dominick Falkner was hiding. The pilot rotated the transport on its axis as a missile whistle by the open gunners door.

“CONTACT! TERRORIST ANTI-AIR!” A voice screamed over the communication channel.

Without a second to spare the thunderous drone of a large caliber vulcan blaster shredded into a nearby structure and blew apart the anti-air squad defending the perimeter.

“This is Falcon 1-2. Targets down.” The pilot reported, obviously proud of himself.

“Wing Commander to Falcon 1-3 and 1-4. Break off and perform strafing run. You are weapons free.” Nova spoke into her microphone.

She pulled down a suspended data-grid that displayed the locations of the transport and the aerial squadron around them. The sounds of heavy blaster fire and incendiary rounds being pummelled into suspected terrorist structures soon overtook the sound of the large repulsor engines inside the transport. An even louder roar shook the entire craft as a troop carrier quickly overtook the column and landed just ahead of the slowing Imperial squadron.

“9th Ranger Battalion on station! Awaiting contact with 72nd Special Forces.”

“ARC Commander Nova in bound. Twenty seconds.” The blond haired sniper spoke into the comm channel.

Before long the transport touched down next to a group of ten heavily armed Imperial Shocktroopers. The shriek of TIE Fighters loomed overhead as the Navy squadron patrolled the area and provided cover for their ground allies. Trixie stepped off the MAAT vehicle and tapped the hull with her hand. With a dull roar and a gust of wind the mighty repulsor engines kicked to life and the transport lifted off the ground to enter a strafing pattern. Checking her rifle she followed her commander to the Ranger group.

“I heard you guys lost a transport crew. Some fucking year, eh Terra?” The lead ranger said.

“You don’t know the half of it. This is Captain Zulenka my newest member and the 72nd’s new muscle.”

“She any good?” The lead ranger asked.

Nova laughed and shot a thumb back toward Trixie, “With a concussion she saved my ass from a jedi droid and survived a close quarters explosive device.”

The ranger nodded. “So that’s what that blast was.”

Patting Nova on the shoulder he laughed. “Nothing keeps you guys down for long, eh?”

Taking a holo pad he held it up so November and Beatrix could see it. “Thermal imaging from our recon satellites shows that they are dug in and ready for us. Someone tipped them off so I wouldn’t be surprised if they knew we were coming. Especially now that we have air support and an official ground presence.”

Nova scoffed. “I don’t give a wamp rats ass if they’re prepared for us or not. They blew me up god dammit. They are all going to submit or be crushed under my fucking boot!”

With a sinister grin Trixie pulled an expended energy cartridge from her rifle and loaded a new one. Several other dropships had arrived unloading more squads and equipment to use on the frontal assault of the terrorist base. Nova pulled Trixie aside and pulled a map out from her kitbag.

“We’re going in through the sewer system. It’s unguarded and leads directly into what appears to be the main gathering room. We’ll open the drain hatch and launch this into the room.”

Terra took hold of the grenade launcher she had slung over her shoulder. “This is the XL1 Thermonuclear Delivery System. Strap fifteen thermal detonators together and you’ll get the force from just one of these slugs.”

“Very nice, Commander.” Zulenka offered.

With a sharp whistle the ranger battalions began to mount up and ride their armored vehicles towards the terrorist base. Nova led Beatrix over to a sewer entrance and kicked open the grate. Both special forces soldiers dropped down into the sublevel of Tier 5 just as the magnetic sewer grate closed itself.

***

“My lord it fucking reeks down here. It’s actually making its way through my helmet rebreather.” Trixie complained as her and November sloshed through the sewer of Tier 5 on Coruscant.

The liquid muck was up to their knees with break off tunnels going in different directions every so often. From down here below the bustle of the city one could hear the automated machinery that worked to keep the basic amenities functioning for the people of Coruscant. However you could easily tell you were on a lower level because the piping and construction was in serious disrepair. Leaks were in abundance and completely blocked drains and passages were common sight. Pulling her datapad from the kitbag on her back, Trixie nudged her Commander and pointed toward a ladder that was about thirty meters from them. Switching her communicator to channel four Terra listened shortly to the progress of the rangers against the terrorists. They were winning, but it was an uphill battle. The terrorists may have dug in, but they didn’t have the organization or the sheer military funding that the Empire did and with the Special Forces AND the 9th Ranger Battalion on their heels it was inevitable. They had forced Falkner’s hand and his padawan had engaged the Imperial force at the gates to slow their progress. Turning off the radio Terra motioned to Trixie to climb the ladder. Taking a set of small charges from Nova, Beatrix found a broken pipe protruding from the concrete wall and slung her rifle from it. Gripping the wet and slimy ladder firmly in her gloved hands she pulled herself up slowly towards the top. The cover above them led directly into the terrorist main room which was a ways behind their front line. Removing her helmet she tossed it down to Nova who caught it quietly and placed it on a piece of broken concrete slab.

Ripping the small plastique charges from their containers Trixie pressed each one to the bottom of the lid above her head. Taking a pair of pliers from her assault bag she carefully wired each one the other before finishing the circle to a wireless detonator. Putting the pliers in her mouth she took a roll of tape from the same bag and sealed her wiring to make sure the connections were strong. Replacing the tape for a small energy cell she loaded it into the wireless unit before placing the cover on it. Taking the pliers from her mouth she put them back in her bag and zipped it shut carefully. Wrapping her legs around the ladder she drew her pistol and Darksaber before leaning completely back until she was upside down, her hair in Nova’s face. Taking the detonator from Trixie’s mouth Terra clicked it on and waited for it to charge. With any luck the blast would blow the lid upward and clear of the two Special Forces soldiers.

“Go.” The red-head whispered.

With a click Nova pressed the detonator. A quick boom blew the lid into pieces and outward into the main room of the terrorist camp. Without hesitating Nova took the grenade launcher and shot a round into the room above them creating an explosion that shook the very foundations of the sewer they were in. Using her well conditioned abs Trixie pulled herself upright and ignited the jets on her boots. She launched upward into the room, her Darksaber activating, and pistol drawn. Landing on a shredded terrorist with a gruesome squish she put a shot through another at the door which blew a fist sized hole in his chest.

Swiping left she severed the head of another enemy soldier who had been afflicted with third degree burns from the thermal grenade. Within seconds Nova was in the room with Trixie’s rifle and showering the dust shrouded room with blue energy bolts.

“I’m out!” She said.

Ripping the bandolier from her chestplate Trixie tossed it to her Commander before grabbing an injured terrorist.

“Falkner. Where is he?” She said, putting the barrel of her pistol into the young womans mouth.

A distant scream answered her question and with a flash of green energy Trixie ducked underneath a saber slash. Putting a blaster bolt through her captive's head she holstered her pistol and brought the Darksaber to bear in front of her.

“You fucking Imperial scum ruin everything! My padawan was executed after she had surrendered!” He screamed, slashing at Trixie.

Side stepping to the left she avoided his attack. “Maybe you should have told her that your kind are weak.”

Trixie drew her pistol and put a round into the armor Falkner was wearing on his right leg. He staggered backward.

“The Empire didn’t give a shit about my operation down here until you showed up! Whoever the fuck you are! You are the cause of this! My daughter! My daughter surrendered and your rangers cut her down!”

Falkner led with a horizontal slash. Tossing her pistol Trixie grasped the hilt of her sabre with both hands and tilted the blade downward. Meeting the green lightsaber she pushed the Jedi back, making him stumble. Rotating her blade to an upright position she brought it down and severed the hand he was using to hold his weapon. His extinguished lightsaber clattered to the ground and slid to a corner.

“Prepare to die, Jedi.”

“NOT TODAY!” He screamed, throwing an ornate disc at Trixie’s chest. Dodging it the disc bounced off Nova’s helmet and adhered itself to the wall before expanding into a large glyphic circle. Almost immediately November was ripped toward it. Without thinking twice Trixie wrapped her arms around the Commanders waist and pulled her away, throwing her into the injured Falkner. Black tendrils of energy exploded forth from the circle on the wall and gripped Trixie’s body. The room began to bend and twist towards the portal on the wall.

“Captain!” Nova screamed as she grabbed onto Trixie’s hand.

“Let me go! Just kill him!” She grabbed the blondes hair and pulled her in for an intimate kiss.

She lightly bit Nova’s lip and kissed her deeply once more before letting the woman go, most of her body being sucked into the dark portal.

“Don’t forget me November Terra! Whatever this is I will find a way back to you!”

Beatrix Zulenka was pulled into the banishment circle fully and with a loud bang the portal sealed itself. Tears formed in the eyes of Commander Terra as she dropped to her knees, her new comrade gone. The 9th Ranger squad arrived in the room just in time to find Falkner’s headless corpse and Terra wielding both the green lightsaber and the Darksaber.