Flight from the Fortis Inquisitorus:- A Star Wars USB Tale

[Stormtrooper1990]

Following their capture by ISB Captain Satine Falére on Lothal, the rebel Spectre cell has been taken to the Fortis Inquisitorus, the Inquisition’s headquarters, in the Mustafar system. The team have been separated and are currently being interrogated by the Empire's sinister jedi hunters, the Inquisitors. It falls to Mandalorian and Imperial Academy dropout Sabine Wren to mount an escape and free her friends, so they can all escape the dreaded Fortis Inquisitorus and continue their fight against the Empire. First things first, she must escape from the clutches of the sadistic Seventh Sister…



Interrogation Room 11-B, Sub Level 5, The Fortis Inquisitorus, Mustafar System, 16:00pm, 5 BBY


“You know Sabine Wren? Without your armour on, you really quite a fetching little specimen. There really is no need why we can't be the…best of friends.” purred the Seventh Sister as she gently caressed Sabine's face. The young Mandalorian shackled, suspended in force cuffs and wearing only her underwear, recoiled under her touch. “Why don't you let me down, bitch and let's see how intimate we can get?” she sneered at the Miralian inquisitor who let an aroused gasp. “Oh the things you say, little rebel. But first I like a little foreplay…” raising her hand she seized Sabine's throat using the force and squeezed gently. Choking, Sabine got a good look at the Seventh Sister.


If she wasn't currently choking the life out of her, the Mandalorian would have found her strikingly attractive. With her angular face, green skin, purple tattoos emerging from her eyes, under her bottom lip and on her forehead. And her eyes, deep black with yellow irises like a predatory sabre cat regarding its next meal. “Where is the location of the rebel agent known as Fulcrum? Tell me the location of Ahsoka Tano.” She asked, releasing her grip on Sabine. The young Mandalorian coughed. “D-Do I look like a jedi to you? Go ask Kanan or Ezra. I’m just a simple Mandalorian, trying to make her way in the universe.” She said taking the opportunity to look at the Seventh Sister's uniform; a tight fitting black outfit with belted tunic, trousers and matching leather gloves and below the knee jackboots. The Imperial symbol flashed in white on the right shoulder. Over which was a black breastplate with red and white accents that protected her ample chest, her disc shaped lightsaber pinned to her back. Her conical helmet giving her a much taller, intimidating profile. She's just my size, if I can get out of these shackles then I can take her clothes and see if I can get the others out of this place. But first I need to get her to release me…


The Miralian sighed. “I suppose we could get answers from your Jedi friends or the others. Or perhaps from that sweet little droid's memory banks. But that irritatingly efficient Eighth Sister is interrogating them and I fear she might just get the answers before we have finished our little dance.” She winked flirtatiously, gently cupping Sabine's breast underneath her bra. Despite herself, the purple haired Mandalorian gasped with pleasure at the inquisitor's touch but now knew how to play her captor. “Then why let her take your glory, pretty? Let me go and we can have some fun right now on this floor. I’ll let you use me however you like. In return I will tell you everything you want to know. The location of Fulcrum and everything else in between.”


Lust flared in the Seventh Sisters cat like eyes. She smiled as she drew in close, lips brushing against Sabine's. “You make a very delicious offer, my cute little Mandalorian. It's very tempting indeed…” she purred in a husky tone full of desire, hand stroking Sabine's athletic body down its full length. “The many times I have chased you across the stars, Sabine Wren, I’ve always desired to sleep with you. To savour that legendary Mandalorian vigour for myself.” Sabine acted quickly, reeling the lustful woman in. She kissed the inquisitor hard on her lips. “Then be a woman of action and take your prize. Glory will be yours.” She said pulling out of the kiss.


The lust lorn Inquisitor took the bait. Using the force, the Seventh Sister released Sabine, catching her as she fell. “I promise I will be gentle, Sabine Wren. You may even enjoy this.” Sabine began to chuckle. “Well, I can't say the same for this!” She snarled, stabbing her hand like a blade into the Seventh Sister's throat, a Mandalorian combat technique used specifically to incapacitate Jedi or other force wielders in close quarters. The blow sent the Miralian to her knees coughing and spluttering, reacting quickly Sabine wrapped her arm around the Inquisitor's neck and pushed her forwards with the other hand. “I’m sorry for giving you the wrong signals, but it would have never worked between us, sweetie.” she whispered into the struggling woman's ear. “Besides, while I do like bad girls, I draw the line at the crazy ones.” The Seventh Sister's struggles became weaker and weaker as the blood flow to her brain stopped, until she went limp in Sabine's arms with a sexy low rattle of breath, arms falling uselessly by her sides.


After holding the Miralian for a few seconds to make sure the inquisitor wasn't faking, Sabine lowered the unconscious woman to the ground onto her side. “Right. Let's get you out of that uniform, Sister.” The Mandalorian said, rubbing her hands together before pulling off the Inquisitor's boots, gloves and helmet revealing a mess of short cropped raven coloured hair. Unclipping the woman's belt, Sabine pulled it loose from around her waist before unbuckling the breastplate and removing it from the Miralian's chest. Unbuttoning the Sisters uniform tunic, the Mandalorian slipped the garment off the Inquisitor's toned, athletic body. “ Huh? Inquisitors sure do work out…” Sabine grinned admiring the Seventh Sister's well formed C-cup breasts underneath her solid black cross back sports bra. “...And sweet ink, you Miralians sure have nice tattoos.” She whistled following the sleek tattoos that flowed along the subtle musculature of the woman's arms then unzipping the Inquisitor's trousers, Sabine worked them off the woman's hips before whipping down her long legs in one smooth pull, exposing the matching black low cut thong that protected the Miralian's modesty.


Once she was completely dressed in the Seventh Sister's uniform, including her lightsaber, Sabine lifted the unconscious woman off the floor, under her shoulders, then clipped on the force binders onto her wrists and ankles. Activating the restraints, Sabine grinned as they whirred into life glowing blue and suspending the half naked inquisitor in mid air like a marionette. “Thanks for the uniform, Sister, it fits me like a glove.” She teased caressing the green skinned Miralian's cheek before turning from her and walking towards the exit. “Oh and tell the Grand Inquisitor then Sabine Wren sends her regards.” Laughing, Sabine closed the visor of her stolen helmet then locked the cell behind her.


Sub Level 5 Passageways, The Fortis Inquisitorus, 16:19am


Taking a moment to comprehend that she was underwater, gawking at the curious sealife that stared back at her, Sabine contemplated her next move. I’ll need to find Chopper first, then he can slice the system and find Hera and the others. But this place is a maze, where could the droid maintenance bay be? As she stalked down the passageway, the Mandalorian noticed two stormtroopers walking past towards her, in deep conversation. The pair hurriedly saluted her as they passed before resuming their conversation. Ducking into an alcove, Sabine eavesdropped on their conversation.


“You know I almost pity poor Layna. She's been at that boxy little C1 astromech for the last 8 hours without a break. She won't leave the droid maintenance bay until it reveals its secrets.” Said TK-2357 after she checked that the Inquisitor wasn't in earshot lest they risked a stern reprimand. Her partner, TK-977 shrugged his armoured shoulders. “You know little Miss ‘Serve the Empire'. She's not going to let anyone else help her.” TK-2357 scoffed. “ Bah! You want my opinion she's either angling for a medal…Or a promotion.” The two troopers laughed as they rounded the corner.


With her course set, Sabine smiled and secreted herself from the alcove. “Stormtroopers. Always so chatty. Right, the droid maintenance bay. Here it is…” she said, reading the sub level layout, and pointing at her destination. “Hold on Chopper, I’m coming.” Cracking her neck in her stolen helmet, the Mandalorian made her way down the corridor jackboots ringing off the solid black floor.



The Droid Maintenance Bay, Sub Level 5, 16:27pm


“Come on you stubborn little bastard, give me your secrets! Or by the Emperor I will take a settling torch to you and pry you open!” Technician Third Class Layna Carmine yelled, slapping the red dome of the deactivated droid. She had been at the bloody thing for the last 8 and a half, with nothing to show for her efforts and her temper was frayed. Layna stood up and took a deep yawn. At 22, Layna had only recently been deployed to the top secret Fortis Inquisitorus following her four year tenure at the Imperial Academy on Carida, her homeworld. She was an attractive girl with slightly tanned squared features, sculptured cheekbones and big blue doe shaped eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied into a functional yet practical bun underneath her black imperial cap and slim figure hugged by the grey technician's jumpsuit, belted at the waist and with the Imperial insignia stitched on the right shoulder. She placed her hands on her hips, looking down at the stupid rebel droid.



“That's it you miserable little rebel clanker! I’ve had it up to here…” Layna raised her hand to her neck to emphasise her frustration. “...with your lack of cooperation. We've tried the easy way but now it's going to have to be the hard way.” Taking a deep breath she reached over for the settling torch.” Suddenly, the sound of escaping air from behind her made her jump. She turned around to see the imposing helmeted but lithe frame of the Seventh Sister, walking into her maintenance bay. Layna fumbled a salute.



“Um, good evening my L-lady Inquisitor, er, ma’am. W-what can I do for you, your inquisitorialness?” The young technician stammered going bright red, half afraid and half attracted to the imposing woman, garbed head to toe in black. The inquisitor cocked her angular helmet as she approached. “Have you managed to unlock the droid yet, technician?” Layna shook her head, the distorted feminine voice through the helmet sending both chills down her spine and warmth to her groin all at once. “N-no ma’am. The little bastard is stubborn but I was going to crack him open with a settling torch, before you arrived.”


The Inquisitor folded her arms across her breasts. “I’m sorry, girl but I can't let you do that.” Layna reared back in surprise. “E-excuse me, ma’am? I-I don't understand.” She blinked as the lithe black clad woman quickly advanced in her. “You look like you need a break, sweetie…” Before she could react or scream, Layna let out a gasp of pain feeling the Inquisitor's knee impact her crotch sending her doubling up, the wind knocked out of her. “...You're working too hard…” Sabine Wren quipped, following through with a swift chop to the back of Layna Carmine's, sending the Imperial Technician to the ground unconscious, with a cute pained squeak, onto her belly and knocking off her hat.


“Nighty night, Imp.” Sabine smiled as she opened her helmet visor taking a deep breath and admiring the fallen imperial technician. She briefly thought about stripping her for her uniform until realising that she needed the authority and anonymity of an inquisitor, if she were to break out her friends and escape this place. “Let's get you nice and snug, blondie.” Sabine said as she fetched a pair of wrist binders from the work station, folding the blonde's hands behind her back and snapping the lock in place. Then after a quick search of the tool cupboards, the young Mandalorian found some duct tape and after rolling the woman onto her side, taped up her legs under her knees before sealing her mouth shut with duct tape. Satisfied with her handiwork, Sabine took the sleeping imperial by her ankles and dragged her over to the adjoining storeroom, opening the door and propping up the girl against the wall in a foetal position. “Enjoy your break, sweetie. You'll thank me later.” The young Mandalorian smiled, tossing the blonde's hat onto her chest before sealing the door shut.


Kneeling beside the silent chopper, Sabine banged his rectangular orange head with her fist. “Wake up Chop. Come on, talk to me.” Suddenly the droid's third eye lit up as he beeped something angrily before opening one of his bodily hatches, zapping her in her side with his droid stunner. Sabine reeled back. “Ow!? What the hell Chopper? I’m trying to save your damn circuits!” The boxy little astromech beeped even more quickly and furiously, readying his stunner once again. “Whoa!? Easy little guy.” She said, her hands shooting up to placate the droid. “That wasn't me who switched you off and betrayed the crew. It was some ISB chick who stole my armour. Besides, if I was an imperial spy; Would I go to all this effort to rescue you?” Chopper eyed her up for a moment before secreting his stunner and beeping an apology.


“That's alright Chopper.” Sabine stood up her hands on her hips. “You didn't know. Anyway, I’m surprised at you for falling for her ruse. You're slipping, buddy.” She smirked pointing at Chopper. The droid looked down, beeping sheepishly. Sabine rolled her eyes indulgently. “Oh alright, I forgive you too. And don't worry, Hera won't be hearing about it from me, my lips are sealed.” Chopper looked up, bleeping his relief. “Come on boy, let's go and friend our friends.” The Mandalorian said, leading the little astromech to the nearest droid port over by the workbench. Chopper, however, briefly hesitated beeping incredulously before rolling towards Sabine. “Yes, Chopper, even Zeb. I know how much the two of you don't like each other, but he's still family.” Letting out something that approximated a sigh, the astromech plugged into the socket.


After about a moment, Chopper beeped with triumph bringing up the layout of the Fortis Inquisitorus on screen. “Huh? This place is a spire in the middle of the ocean, I guess that explains a lot. And it looks like the crew are being held in interrogation room 10, sub level 4. It looks like they are one floor up.” The boxy astromech beeped something in quick succession. “What's that Chop? You've found the Ghost? It looks like it's in an impound hangar on the upper levels, along with most of our gear. Nice work, buddy.” Chopper span his head around and extended one of his manipulator arms in its side, earning himself a high five from Sabine. “Well it looks like we're going to have to split up. You go and get the ship ready and I’ll break out Hera and the others. Whoa, where do you think you're going little guy?!” Sabine cried out as Chopper rolled out towards the exit.



The little astromech stopped and turned his head beeping in frustration. Sabine sighed, putting her hands on her hips. “Come on Chopper, you can't go out without looking like you're an imperial droid or you'll get scrapped as soon as you walk out that door.” Reluctantly the astromech turned around rolling towards her, smiling Sabine picked up a spray can of black paint from the work table and knelt beside the droid, who chirped angrily. “Oh don't give me that, Chopper. You complain too much. Besides, you know how good an artist I’am.”


With Chopper's rectangular painted a stern Imperial black, Sabine locked the droid maintenance bay and with Chopper at her side headed towards the turbo lifts.


Interrogation Room 10, Sub Level 4, 16:45pm


“Let's try again for the hundredth time, Captain Hera Syndulla. Where is the location of Fulcrum? Tell me the whereabouts of former Jedi Knight Ahsoka Tano?” Snarled the Eighth Sister, an attractive blue skinned twi’lek with angular tapered features, high cheekbones and slanted violet eyes, the crimson light from the hexagonally shaped chamber casting her attractive features a sinister visage. Her slim athletic form clad in a black imperial uniform, matching jackboots and gloves. Over which she wore a black with red accented breast plate, and shoulder plates with the imperial sigil printed on both, her lekku emerging from a black leather headdress. The badge of her office, the distinctive disc shaped red double bladed lightsaber, was hidden by a long black cloak.


Suspended by force shackles, along with the rest of the Ghost crew and wearing only a white cropped vest and matching panties, Hera breathed. “And I will tell you, Sister, that I know no-one by that name.” The blue skinned twi’lek inquisitor sighed in frustration. “That's the wrong answer, rebel scum!” She spat, raising up her hand to gently constrict Hera's throat, the green skinned twi'lek began to choke. “Perhaps you know Kanan Jarrus?! Or should I say former Padawan Caleb Doome!?” Next to Hera, Kanan fought his binds. “No! You leave her alone, Inquisitor. If it's a jedi you're looking for then let these others go and question me!” The Eighth Sister smirked, releasing Hera from her grip.


“You Jedi, always so noble, so arrogant. It was your undoing after all. Why don't I ask your padawan instead? Or better yet…” Next to Zeb on the furthest right hand side, Ezra Bridger snorted. “What makes you think that I know anything? I’m just the cabin bo-argh!” He choked as the Eighth sister raised her hand, gently closing her fingers like a vice. “Come on! He's just a kid dammit…” growled Zeb, the hulking Lasat struggling against his binds. “...he doesn't know anything.” The Twi’lek inquisitor's head shot around to face him. “Silence, Lasat.” She spat. “ I’m just getting around to you, but if you don't stay silent then I will turn into a rug!”


Suddenly, the double doors to the interrogation chamber hissed open, Hera's heart sinking as the lithe imposing form of the Seventh Sister sauntered into the room. “Ah greetings Seventh Sister.” The blue twi'lek smirked out of the corner of her eye. “Did you get bored of your little Mandalorian plaything? Or did she lack the stamina to keep up with you?” The other inquisitor stayed silent, advancing on the twi’lek. Releasing Ezra from her grip, the Eighth sister turned to face the Miralian eyes widening in surprise. “Wait! You're not her!” She gasped. “You don't even have a force signature! Who are yo-argh!?” She croaked as the Seventh Sister jabbed her in the larynx with an outstretched hand thin as a blade, bringing the blue skinned twi’lek to her knees.


“Sorry to disappoint you, inquisitor but the seventh sister is a little indisposed at the moment and a little bit under dressed.” Sabine quipped as she quickly snaked her arm around the woman's neck in a guillotine, applying pressure to the back of the inquisitor's head with her free hand and lifting her off her feet. Letting out a choked pained sigh, the twi'lek passed out from the lack of blood to her brain. Casually dropping the unconscious woman onto the deck, Sabine opened her visor. “Hey guys. Long time no see.”


Hera along with the rest of the Ghost crew cheered as the Mandalorian freed them from their shackles. “Sabine?! What the hell happened after the factory blew?” Cried Hera has dropped to the ground deftly, massaging her wrists. Sabine sighed as the three men got to their feet. “I got jumped by an imperial disguised as a factory worker and she stole my gear. I’m guessing she was ISB, very skilled at that, but why she was there I don't know.” Hera nodded “Yeah, she took the rest of us out, disguised as you. Never seen an imp do that before.” She said walking over to the fallen inquisitor, kneeling beside her. “That was an impressive move, Sabine. She had command of the force yet you took her down easy.” said an impressed Kanan Jarrus, as he helped Ezra to his feet. Sabine flashed him a wink and crossed her arms across her breasts. “A little trick we Mandalorians have up our sleeves when we're fighting jedi, a punch to the throat disrupts the breathing and cuts them off from accessing their powers for a short time…” Both jedi looked at each other nervously. “Remind me not to piss you off, Sabine.” Ezra replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.


“I’ve got an idea.” Said Hera making the group turn around. “This inquisitor's just my size and I need something to wear. Sabine, help me strip her. I can put on her uniform and impersonate her, that way we can walk our ‘prisoners’ out of here.” Sabine rushed up to her and began to pull off the Inquisitor's boots, while Hera removed the headdress, breastplate and shoulder plates. “That works for me. I’ve already freed Chopper and he's locking down the Ghost. It's in Impound Hangar 34-B in the upper spire.” Hera breathed a sigh of relief, unclipping the woman's belt before unbuttoning the inquisitor's tunic as Sabine unzipped the trousers. Zeb looked a little disappointed. “You mean where not going to bash some bucket heads?” The four looked at him shaking their heads and smiling. “Karrabast!” The purple furred Lasat swore.


A few moments later and Hera was getting dressed in the Eighth Sister's uniform, while Sabine was busily shackling the half naked Inquisitor, who was dressed only in her dark grey hipster shorts her buoyant c-cup breasts with dark blue areolas and perky nipples stiff in the cool air of the interrogation room. “Well what do you think? Do I look the part?” Hera said, spinning around in her new disguise. Kanan looked her up and down appreciatively. “Black's definitely your colour, Hera. It really brings out your…features.” Both Ezra and Zeb rolled their eyes as Sabine chuckled, suspending the Inquisitor's unconscious form, spread eagled in one of the force cages. Hera shook her head putting a hand on her hip. “What's the matter, Kanan? Didn't they teach flirting at the Jedi Temple?” The former jedi blushed bright red, just as Sabine walked over with three binders, one of them an extra large set for Zeb. “Alright, boys time to get into character. Put these on and no complaining, understand?” She said clipping on the binders.


Ezra looked down at his binders and sighed. “Why can't Kanan and I get disguises too?” Smiling Sabine shut her helmet's visor then cuffed him upside his head, eliciting a yelp from the young man. “That's enough lip from you, rebel scum!” She said getting into character. With Hera bringing up the rear, Sabine led their ‘prisoners’ out of the interrogation room. Behind her Zeb turned to Ezra. “You know this whole inquisitor thing is really going to their heads.



Outside Impound Hangar 34-B, Level 5, Upper Spire, Fortis Inquisitorus, 17:06pm


So far their disguises had worked to perfection as they walked the dark foreboding halls of the Fortis Inquisitorus, stormtroopers and officers parting before them as Sabine and Hera led their ‘prisoners’ onwards. The young Mandalorian had to admit, she was enjoying taking the lead for a change as she was sure Hera was as well. Marching the group towards an empty turbo lift, Sabine nodded to the twi'lek captain who returned a smile before thumbing the keypad for Level 5.


Coming to the large doors of the hangar bay, Sabine and the group saw it flanked by two stormtroopers who were too busy chatting and not focused on their duty. “Alright, Sabine. You're the ex-imperial among us, you know how to speak their language. Besides, you're loving this whole inquisitor thing.” Sabine turned to Hera, opening her helmet visor. “I'm, aren't I?” She smiled mischievously. “Alright, guys leave these two to me. I’ll have them eating out of my hands.” Closing the helmet with a snap, Sabine marched the group towards the troopers.


“Ugh! That bloody cheeky astromech, do you believe the potty mouth on that Tin Can?!” Snapped TK-599 as he cracked his stiff neck, as his partner TK-1991 stifled a laugh under her helmet. “Y-yeah, he was a cheeky little one alright. If I didn't know any better I’d say someone’s past due for a memory wipe.” TK-599 nodded fervently. “I have half a mind to report his chrome ass to the Chief Technical Officer!” TK-1991 sighed, shaking her head, the sarcasm going completely over his head. “Completely missed the point…” The male stormtrooper reared back slightly puzzled. “What's that supposed to mean, 1991?” Before she could answer, TK-1991 saw two female inquisitors, one a fetching green skinned twi'lek, leading a curious group of two men and a hulking Lasat, approach them. “Look lively, 599! Officers on deck!” The two stormtroopers stood to attention.


“At ease troopers.” Sabine said regarding the two. “We have orders from the Grand Inquisitor himself to take these rebel scum to his personal Star Destroyer for further questioning, along with their ship.” Behind her Ezra squirmed in his bindings, hamming his role up. “Over our dead bodies-ow!!” He yelped as Hera cuffed him upside the head. “That's enough out of you, Jedi scum! You see what we have to contend with troopers?” TK-599 shifted uncomfortably. “D-do you have any written orders, ma’am?” Next to him, TK-1990 shot him a bemused look. “Are you stupid, 599? She doesn't need any. If the orders came from the Grand Inquisitor then they don't need it in writing, you idiot.” TK-599 looked sheepishly at his feet as Sabine rounded on him.



“TK-599 is it? How dare you stand in the way of the Imperial Inquisition!?” The Mandalorian barked at the trooper with her hands on her hips, her voice made all the more imposing by her stolen helmet. “I will be reporting you to your superior officer for your lack of vision!” TK-1991 glared at him before activating the door controls. “You'll have to forgive him, Lady Inquisitor. He's only been stationed here for a month, he doesn't know how things work here.” Sabine nodded as the male stormtrooper looked away, shaking his head. “You on the other hand, TK-1991 have proved your loyalty. I shall commend you to your superior officer.” She paused briefly as the giant doors opened behind the stormtroopers. “Now could you send word up to hangar control and get us clearance to leave right away. The Grand Inquisitor was quite insistent.” Sabine said marching her group past the stormtroopers, as TK-1991 activated her helmet commlink.


With the hangar doors slamming shut behind them, the rebels picked up the pace striding towards the waiting Ghost. Ahead of them, Chopper beeped enthusiastically as he slid towards Hera. “Glad to see you, Chop. Is the Ghost prepped and ready to go?” The little astromech beeped in acknowledgement, saluting with one of his manipulator arms. “Good, I’ve seen enough of this place to last me a lifetime.” Next to her, Sabine opened her visor. “That makes two of us, I can't wait to get out of this get-up and back into my armour.” Behind them Ezra grumbled, itching his wrists. “This is the last time I’m playing a prisoner. Oh come on guys, this isn't fully. My wrists are really chafing.” He groaned as the others laughed around him, ascending the boarding ramp.


Using the take off clearance secured from TK-1990, Hera piloted the Ghost out of the hangar and engaged the thrusters shooting into the upper atmosphere of the water moon, cutting through the pouring rain. At the same moment, an ominous lambda shuttle displaying the sigil of the Grand Inquisitor descended towards the dark spire.


Epilogue


As the lambda class shuttle's boarding ramp extended with a hiss of escaping gas, the tall imposing form of the Grand Inquisitor strode down, flanked by two black and red armoured Inquisition troopers. There waiting for him was Lieutenant Franka Severin, the young attractive brunette duty officer who briefly looked away in fear at the man's ghostly pale visage. “G-grand Inquisitor! We were not expecting you for another day.” The Utapauan fixed his deep red eyes, accentuated by flowing crimson tattoos, on the nervous young woman. He bared his pointed fang like teeth as he spoke, relishing Franka’s fear.


“I never rest from my duty to the Empire. Neither should you, Lieutenant.” He replied carefully and deliberately in his clipped accent. “Besides, both Lord Vader and Governor Tarkin have taken a personal interest in the interrogation of this particular rebel cell and the two jedi that accompany them.” The very name of the sith lord was enough to quell any doubt from the young officer. “O-of course G-grand Inquisitor, my apologies sir. Both the Seventh and Eighth Sisters are completing the interrogations as we speak and the droid is having its memory banks downloaded. Shall I show you the way, sir.” The man shook his head, holding his hands behind his back. “No Lieutenant, that will not be necessary. I happen to know the way, you forget this is my home after all. Return to your duties.” The woman saluted the Grand Inquisitor formally as he and his personal guards brushed past her, towards the turbo lift bank without another word.


The Seventh Sister, garbed in only her black underwear and suspended in her force cage, had screamed at the top of her lungs for the past half an hour until she kicked herself for remembering the interrogation cells were all soundproof. “Ugh! When I get out of this force cage, I will find that pretty little Mandalorian and crush her pretty little throat!” She hissed to the empty crimson lit room, struggling against her binds. Taking a deep breath, the Sister had resigned herself to the fact that she may be here a while. Suddenly the sound of the large doors opening in front made her head shoot up in hope, only for it to be dashed as she saw the Grand Inquisitor and his guard detail silhouetted in the doorway.


“Greetings Seventh Sister.” He began as he and his guards marched into the room, not averting their eyes from her nakedness. The Sister could feel her face growing bright red with shame and embarrassment, as she felt an emotion she hadn't felt in a while resurface…vulnerability. “Would you care to explain why you are out of uniform? And the whereabouts of your prisoner?” He said, his voice trickling with venom. The Sister felt fear trickle down her spine. “T-that bitch, Sabine Wren, she cold cocked me and stole my uniform! To effect her escape!” The Grand Inquisitor didn't smile or raise his voice, but merely widened his eyes, boring them into her soul.


“You mean to tell me that a rebel, a mere slip of a girl without any mastery in the force was able to overpower you? Tsk tsk, Seventh Sister you disappoint me.” The Seventh Sister couldn't muster up a reply, she merely hung her head in shame. Next to the Grand Inquisitor, one of his guards was talking into his helmet. “Grand Inquisitor? We have a situation. Security have found an imperial technician cuffed and gagged in the droid maintenance bay, and the droid known as C3-10P is missing. And the Eighth Sister has also been found stripped, shackled in an interrogation room one level down.” The Grand Inquisitor remained impassive. “And the status of the prisoners?” The trooper shook his head. “Gone sir, along with their ship which was flown from Hangar 34-B…with your express orders.”


Sighing, the Grand Inquisitor turned back to the shackled Miralian. “Well my dear, it seems to be a day of incompetence all around.” The Seventh Sister shot her head up. “Please my Lord. Release me and I will not fail you again.” She said, her voice choked with desperation. The pale skinned man smirked at her predicament. “I think not my dear Seventh Sister, I have a much better suggestion; perhaps some time being suspended in that cage in nought but your underwear will allow you to reflect on your failures.” The half naked Miralian opened her mouth to speak, but the Grand Inquisitor forestalled her with a finger. “And it will give you enough time to form your excuses to Lord Vader, who won't be as…forgiving as I.” With that he and his guards spun on their heels leaving the interrogation room, closing the door behind them and leaving the Seventh Sister in darkness.

[meditions142]

Thanks for the fun new chapter

Definitely enjoyed the Layna scene the most. Perfect set up!

A cute young technician attempting to do her best getting information from the droid. First off, she ends up getting her fate sealed by the chatty Stormtroopers giving up information. Then she falls for the stolen uniform. She ten gets pretty roughed up with the knee to the crotch followed by a neck chop. And of course great comments from Sabine throughout!

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks for the fun new chapter

Definitely enjoyed the Layna scene the most. Perfect set up!

A cute young technician attempting to do her best getting information from the droid. First off, she ends up getting her fate sealed by the chatty Stormtroopers giving up information. Then she falls for the stolen uniform. She ten gets pretty roughed up with the knee to the crotch followed by a neck chop. And of course great comments from Sabine throughout!

Your quite welcome my friend, glad you enjoyed it!


Out of all the scenes in this story, this one featuring the cute but helpless Layna was my favourite to write even though she kept her uniform on, the lucky dear. Indeed, if it's one thing Stormtroopers like myself are then it's chatty, it's a staple of the Star Wars series and the two TKs unwittingly sealed Layna's fate by giving Sabine all the information she needed.


I think scenes were a woman is easily fooled by a stolen uniform are just as fun as USB scenes themselves, and is such a crucial element of our trope. It's one thing to neutralise a woman and take her uniform/clothing, but another to impersonate her and completely fool others. Sabine does this beautifully, by getting the cute but helpless Layna to lower or guard and strike with a knee to the groin and neck chop finisher. She was my favourite character in Rebels and I was glad I could do her sassy and badass nature justice.