The Imperial Base Inspector:- File 02 Lothal:- A Star Wars USB Tale

[Stormtrooper1990]

Five days on from her successful inspection of the Imperial Communications Base on Naboo, ISB Captain Satine Falére and her pilot Ensign Cora Yenner are awaiting their next assignment, which will take them to the outer rim world of Lothal. Plagued by incessant rebel terror attacks to the Empire's war factories, Imperial authorities have requested the help of the Office of Internal Efficiency to shore up its beleaguered security. Little does Satine know that she will come face to face with the enemy, the first time in five years since her ordeal on Jedha…



The Camp of Saw Guerrera, Outskirts of Jedha City, Jedha, 11 BBY, 10:30am


“Your little friend lasted longer than I thought she would, Imp. But the borgullet breaks even the most strongest of minds. And you'll be next.” The rebel guard sneered nonchalantly from behind the wall. Stormtrooper TK-243 breathed deeply, remembering her training she took position by the door waiting in ambush. “You rebel scum are just cowards, torturing a girl who can't fight back. Jan was my best friend and all she wanted was to make the galaxy a safer place.” The rebel chuckled leaning against the wall. “Your friend was a little imperial bitch who got what she deserved for what your empire has done to the galaxy. But don't worry, you'll be joining her soon enough.” TK-243, or Satine Falére of Naboo grimly smiled. “Why wait for the borgullet, girl? Why don't you come in and show how good you are with that blaster? I mean wouldn't you want the opportunity to kill an imperial stormtrooper. For all you know, I may have killed your parents and a whole load of Jedi.”


“What did you just say, imperial scum!? How the hell did you know about my parents?!” That was it, the rebel had foolishly taken the bait now it was time to reel her in. The young guard walked up to the cell door. “Where the hell are you, bitch? Come on out and say that to my face!” She snarled, opening the door and walking inside. Then with the speed of a serpent, Satine struck and punched the girl in the face to stun and disarm her before coiling an arm around her slender neck, yanking her into the cell. Then placing a hand behind the guard's head, used the torsion to twist her head to the right just like in basic training. The girl's vertebrae parted with a vicious crack as she expired with a surprised pained grunt.



Panting from the exhilaration of the kill, Satine dragged the rebel's dead weight over to her stone bed and draped her over it. After closing the dead girls accusing blue eyes, she pulled down the face scarf covering her mouth getting a good look at her captor. “Oh my god, you're a kid.” Satine breathed seeing the smooth rounded face of her victim, who like her was only 18. Satine shook her head. “No you're just rebel scum, dead rebel scum…” looking down at the girl's corpse, the stormtrooper caressed the collar of the rebels leather jacket. “...who just happens to be my size.” Satine quickly stripped out of her orange jumpsuit, shucking it off and kicking it away before she got to work stripping the dead rebel, pulling off her headscarf, goggles, boots and jacket followed by the tank top and leather pants.



Shucking on the dead girl's jacket, Satine glanced down at her scantily clad corpse wearing only her matching nude strapless bra and matching panties. After closing the girl's eyes, Satine cocooned her inside the sheets before picking up her fallen E-11 blaster rifle. The stormtrooper took a deep breath, opening the cell door. “Don't worry, Jan. I’m coming for you…” Locking it behind her, Satine covered her face with the headscarf and goggles then proceeded down the cell block.



The Adjudicator, Docked in ISB Hangar 30th Floor, 5 BBY, 17:00pm


“So you killed the rebel, took her clothes and escaped. But what happened next, skipper?” Asked Cora as the two women sat in the angular cockpit. Satine took a deep breath and closed her eyes, seeing the faces of both the rebel she killed and that of Jan before opening them wet with tears. “You should know, the only other people I have told this to, Cora, were my debriefing officers and an ISB psychiatrist during my yearly psych review. It's a difficult topic for me to discuss, one that still haunts me.” The Pantoran touched her shoulder. “I understand we all have our demons, so take all the time you need…Oh? It looks like we've got an urgent message from Coruscant, from the Director himself.” The blue skinned pilot said, noticing the flashing light on the control console. “Patch him through, Ensign.” Satine replied, wiping her eyes with her cuff.


The small flickering image of Director Brennic appeared between them. “Captain Falére! I just finished reading your first report from the mission on Naboo, exceptional work in apprehending the former Colonel Dietzen. I’am told he's now making himself useful by breaking rocks on Erebus.” Satine flashed him a salute and a smile. “The traitor deserved much worse but I was proud to serve the Empire by bringing him to justice.” The heavy set director nodded, returning the smile. “Well before you return to Coruscant to teach your first class, I have another assignment for you. Have you ever been to Lothal, Captain?”


Cora’s eyes flashed with recognition as Satine shook her head. “I’ve passed on a few code intercepts from the Lothal system onto my supervisor, but other than that it doesn't ring any bells, sir.” Brennic nodded before a blue shimmering arid globe appeared spinning in his place. “It's an arid but populated world on the outer rim, and it's garnered quite the reputation as a hotbed of rebel attacks. Apparently a rebel terrorist cell known as the Spectres has been running rings around Governor Pryce and she's at her wits end.” Satine nodded in reply. “Have steps been taken to bring these terrorists to justice, director?” The image of the planet then flickered, returning to Brennic.


The Director clasped his hands behind his back. “Governor Tarkin assured me that all the available steps are being taken, but that's not the reason for your visit. We've received a request from Agent Callis, our man in that sector, for an immediate security inspection of the TIE Defender factory in the capital city. He's concerned that the rebel terrorists plan to attack it in a matter of days.” Satine swapped a grin with Cora before replying. “I take it that's not the plan, Director?” Brennic smiled. “You catch on quick, captain. No this is going to be a snap unannounced inspection just like Naboo. Your objectives are to infiltrate the factory in Lothal City and conduct your own assessment using your particular set of skills. Remember you'll be testing the trooper responses as well as the internal security measures. Find your way to the central control centre and shut it down temporarily before reporting to Agent Callis. Any questions, Captain?”


Satine shook her head. “No sir, infiltrate the factory in Lothal City and report back my findings, sounds pretty self explanatory.” The Director smiled. “I knew you were the right woman for the job, I’m sending your flight clearance to your pilot. Good luck and good hunting, Captain.” He said before shimmering out of existence. Satine leaned back in the co-pilot's seat, watching as Cora switched on the ion engines and manoeuvred out of the hangar. “Back there Cora, you looked like you've heard of Lothal before.” The Pantoran smiled that warm friendly smile that always made Satine feel at ease. “Yes, skipper. After my tour of duty aboard the carrier Justiciar, where I claimed my victories in the skies above Ord Mantell, I caught the attention of Sienar Fleet Systems who approached me to be a test pilot. I flew the first TIE Defender prototype on Lothal.” Satine nodded as Cora shot upwards through Coruscant's upper atmosphere. “Were there any rebel atrocities while you were there, Cora?” The Pantoran shook her head as she inputted the hyperspace coordinates. “Not while I was there but that was nearly two years ago, anything could have happened in that time.”


Satine cracked her neck. “So how does the TIE Defender stack up? I’ve heard only good things.” Satine laughed as the shuttle shot into hyperspace. “Stack up? It practically blows everything we have into stardust, skipper!” She said excitedly. “I normally fly the TIE Interceptor and I thought they were fast. But the Defender practically dances both in deep space and in atmosphere. Like a female Twi’lek on a cantina table…” she then shot Satine a curious look. “...or a beautiful human woman.” The red head blushed at the flirtation but welcomed it all the same, she stared into the Pantoran’s bright blue eyes made even more beautiful by the shimmering lights of hyperspace. By the stars, has it been so long since Jan? Since she and I… “Is something wrong, Skipper? You were quiet for thirty seconds.” Satine shook her head smiling. “ Nothings wrong. It's just…you have such pretty eyes, Cora.” The blue skinned pilot flashed her a wink. “Why thank you, skipper. That's the first time anyone has ever noticed.” An odd awkward silence passed over the pair. “Would you like a quick cup of caf, Skipper? We are in for a long trip after all.”


Satine smiled, her eyes tracing Cora's supple lithe curves under her black form fitting jumpsuit. “That sounds lovely, Cora. And please call me Satine, since we are working together.” The Pantoran grinned gently, squeezing the Captain's arm as she passed. “I’ll work on that, skip-uh-Satine.” As the pilot retreated to the crew compartment, Satine grinned and closed her eyes, her mind swirling on Jan, Cora and Lothal.


Lothal Orbit, 10:00am the Next Day


“I will land the shuttle about 5 klicks southeast of Lothal City’s Industrial district. You'll need both a uniform and transportation when you hit planetside, Sat-Skipper.” Said Cora as her blue cheeks blushed red, as they exited hyperspace. Through the cockpits canopy, they saw three Star Destroyers in orbit. “That's nearly a fleet, can you get us under their radar? I’d rather not have our visit officially logged.” Cora smiled, pressing a small red button on the control column. “That I can. Say hello to the stealth drive, a little left over from the Clone Wars, this little baby will keep us under the fleet's radar.” Satine smiled, she was impressed but soon her mood turned dark. “These rebels are spreading chaos and getting too many good imperials killed. They have to be stopped, Cora, so Order can be restored.” The Pantoran squeezed the redhead's forearm. “Our work will make sure the next time they strike, will be the last time, skipper.” Reassured by her pilot's words and touch, Satine left the cockpit to get prepared.


The Surface of Lothal, 10:15am


After strapping on her curved field helmet, Satine punched the boarding ramp release feeling the warm arid air caress her face. “You’re all ready to go, Skipper.” Cora smiled, patting her on the shoulder. “Skipper?” Satine smiled, turning to face her pilot. “ I thought I told you to call me Satine, Cora?” The Pantoran sat down by her console and winked. “Like I said, it's work in progress. Besides, it's disrespectful to your rank, skipper.” she said coyly. Satine crossed her arms across her breastplate. “Is that so? And what if I ordered you to, Ensign?” Cora chuckled. “Pulling rank on me, huh? Well you have to buy me a drink first and as it so happens I know this great bar in the Commercial District, run by my old commanding officer. We can easily get a discount.” The red head laughed as she turned to descend the ramp. “Consider it a date, Cora. I’ll be back before you know it.” Cora nodded as she watched Satine disappear from the ramp. “Good luck…Satine.”


Seeing the skyline of Lothal City, punctuated by the tall smoke stacks billowing out black fumes into the atmosphere Satine sighed, missing the grand domes and spires of Theed, a city blissfully spared from pollution and industrialisation. She sighed looking through her magnoculars. Such a drab, ugly city. But that's progress for you. Suddenly the telly tale high pitched wail of an imperial speeder bike cut through her thoughts. Hitting the ground prone, Satine crawled through the long grass towards the lip of a small crevice training her magnoculars on the defile below as the rider brought the bike to a halt.


It was a single scout trooper, dressed in light white armour over a black body glove and wearing the distinctive angular helmet. Zooming in with her magnoculars, Satine could tell by the slim, slender frame and wide hips that the trooper was a woman. “ Well there's my disguise but it's strange. There should be at least two scouts on picket duty. Where's her partner?” In her ear, Cora shrugged. “Huh? Looks like they are making it too easy for us.” Both women chuckled before Cora took a deep breath. “Someone's obviously skimping on security to keep costs down. Or you could just ask the trooper.” Satine smiled as the trooper flicked open her visor to take a bite out of a ration biscuits. “Oh I intend to.” She said crouching low and circling around to the trooper's rear.


Scout trooper Private LS-515 or Tessa Lond eagerly ripped open the red wrapper of her ration biscuit she had retrieved from her equipment belt. She took a quick look around, feeling vulnerable before returning to her ration biscuit, shaking off her nerves. At 21, she was a pretty trooper from Onderon; with gentle pale rounded features, high cheekbones and big grey almond shaped eyes. Her short messy boyishly cropped brown hair, itched under her hood and helmet. She sighed. It's too bad that LS-578 got the runs from breakfast. I tried to warn him not to touch the pink paste but the greenhorn just wouldn't listen. Ah well. Bringing up the biscuit to her mouth, she heard a low miaow from in front of her perched on the front of her speeder bike. Tutting, she lowered it to see the round furry face of a Loth-cat staring up at her, its black beady eyes looking up expectantly at her rations.


“Look buddy, I just skipped breakfast alright? So piss off and find a Loth-rat to chew on.” The cute but annoying creature didn't budge, instead letting out another miaow, one more insistent than the last. Rolling her eyes, Tessa reached for her ankle blaster. “Don't make me stun blast you, fleabag. Now clear out.” The furry creature suddenly reared on its stilt like legs, hissing at her angrily before leaping off the front of her back. “Yeah the feeling’s mutual, you bloody furball!” she cried after the Loth-cat, bringing up the biscuit to her mouth in satisfaction. But before she could take a bite, Tessa felt a hand grasp around her slender neck dropping her rations into the grass. “W-who are y-you? D-don’t hurt me…” She whimpered, feeling the hand of her attacker gently squeezing her larynx.


“Shh! Easy there trooper, cooperate and you won't be harmed. You have my word, soldier to soldier.” A woman's voice hissed softly behind Tessa's shoulder. “A-are you a rebel?” The young trooper asked, receiving a squeeze of her neck in reply. “That's not your biggest concern right now, trooper. Now toss your blaster, nice and easy and no sudden moves or I will crush your throat and believe me I don't want to do that.” Tessa nodded stiffly, reaching down gently to toss her blaster with a whimper. “There's a good girl. Now answer some questions for me, if you'd be so kind.” Breathing raggedly from her constricted larynx, Tessa obeyed.


“Now, trooper first question; Why are you all alone? Where is your back up?” Tessa thought about hesitating but she could still feel the persuasive hand of the rebel at her throat. “M-my partner…he..he..g-got sick from…eating breakfast and they… couldn't find a replacement. T-that’s all I swear!” she choked slightly. The rebel smiled. “They still serving that pink blanc-mange in the commissaries?” Tessa’s eyes widened in shock as she nodded. She's Imperial? Why is she doing this? The attacker chuckled. “Must have been a bloody greenhorn, every trooper knows you don't touch that shit. Alright, trooper next question; What is your trooper designation and birth name?”


Tessa whimpered, the brief hope that this woman would keep her word fresh in her mind. “Uh..LS-515 and my name is T-Tessa. Private Tessa Dorn from O-Onderon! Now will you let me go? Y-you gave me your word.” Chuckling, Captain Satine Falére brought up her stun stick towards the scout troopers the back of her neck, and Tessa could feel the tiny hairs there stand up. “I’m sorry trooper, but you just failed your ISB security inspection. You should never willingly give a rebel your trooper number or any personal infiltration that could lead to a security breach. It could be seen as complacency at best and collusion at worst.” Tessa tried to shake her head, tears streaming from her eyes. “But ma’am?! I-I’m a loyal soldier of the Empire I would never-” “Sorry, Tessa but I’ll be needing your armour and bike. I lied when I said I wouldn't hurt you..” she said, bringing up the stun stick to the back of Tessa's neck and thumbing the activator.


The pretty scout trooper let out a pained squeak, convulsing slightly in Satine's arms as the electricity quickly shorted out her central nervous system. The redheaded captain felt the trooper slump unconscious into her body. Sheathing her bothan stunner, Satine dragged the limp trooper off of her bike. “I have to say, you really scared that trooper shitless, Satine.” she heard Cora say. “You wouldn't have killed her right, Skipper? Had she not cooperated.” Satine nodded, laying down the trooper on her back and getting a better look at her. “No, I saw my fair share of death on Jedha. Besides, she's serving the Empire just like…oh my..” she breathed pulling off the troopers helmet. “What's the matter, Satine?”


Satine gently caressed the girl's cheek. By the stars, she's almost a dead ringer for Jan… Hearing Cora's voice repeat her last, she shook herself back to the present. “It's nothing, I’m fine. She just reminds me of a girl I knew a long time ago.” She took a deep shuddering breath, stripping off her field helmet. “You're talking about Jan. I understand.” Satine nodded as she crouched by the unconscious Tessa, unclipping her belt. “Yeah, we should probably get back on mission.” She said awkwardly pulling off the scout troopers boots.


As a former stormtrooper, it didn't take long for Satine to peel Tessa out of her armour, unzipping the body glove from the rear and stripping the uniform from her tight, athletic body leaving her dressed only in her standard issue cropped white vest, the nipples of her young B-cup breasts peeking through the thin fabric, and black panties. “You're quite the cute tomboy aren't you, Tessa? Well, I’ll be sure to make a note of your cooperation in my report.” Satine said, putting on the woman's stolen armour. “Hmm? You really do look like Jan…” Sparing the scantily clad trooper one last glance, the redhead slammed shut the helmet and straddled the bike. “ I bet you look fetching in that armour, skipper.” Flirted Cora as Satine saw an amber light flashing between the handlebars. “Hold that thought, Cora. I have an incoming transmission.” Leaning forward, she activated the bike's comm system.


“Control to Scout LS-515. Clear for comm check, over.” Said the young female voice from the bike's comm-link. Satine cleared her throat. “Scout LS-515, Comms all clear, over.” She answered, easily mimicking Tessa's voice through her helmet. “Roger, LS-515. Anything to report?” Satine shook her head. “Negative control, perimeter clear and all's quiet. Over.” There was a slight pause. “Roger that, LS-515. Next comm check in an hour and a half, control out.”


“Nicely done, Skipper. That should give us a window until the trooper is missed.” Cora said as Satine picked up the trooper's blaster, holstering it at the ankle. The red head chuckled. “It won't take me that long to survey the factory. The sooner we get off this planet the better, I’ve never liked arid worlds…” feeling a warm sensation by her leg, Satine looked down to see the Loth-cat brushing up against her. Smiling, she reached down and scratched the cute critter behind its ears. “Hey, little fella. Do you want a snack? Didn't that mean trooper feed you?” reaching down for the rations, Satine snapped a piece off for herself before tossing the rest into the distance. Watching the feline tear off after it with a grateful purr, Satine heard Cora’s reply. “Tell me about it. What do you want to do about the trooper? I don't like the thought of just leaving her out there.” Satine nodded, sparing the sleeping underwear clad Tessa a final look.



“Take her into the shuttle and keep an eye on her. When we’ve completed the mission, call in a med-team to stabilise her. We aren't rebel bastards who would leave her to the elements.” Cora smiled. “Very good, Satine. I will see to it.” Straddling the bike, Satine gripped the handle bars, sending herself speeding towards the waiting city.



Imperial TIE Defender Factory, Industrial Sector, Lothal City, 10:40am


Bringing the bike to a halt just before the large metal doors flanked by two white armoured stormtroopers, Satine dismounted and approached the troopers one a sergeant, the orange shoulder tab a dead giveaway. “Trooper. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on perimeter patrol?” Said the sergeant, his deep voice resonating through his helmet. Satine quickly saluted him. “Sorry sergeant, I was on patrol when my thruster manifold began to malfunction. I thought it best to swing by the factory and get a mechnik to take a look at her before she blew up on me.” The other Stormtrooper shifted on her feet. “Why didn't you call it in, trooper…?” The sergeant shot her an irritated look before he returned to Satine. “Scout trooper Private LS-515. My comm system then shorted out so I couldn't call Command.” she then shrugged sardonically. “It never rains but it pours, am I right?” The female trooper laughed under her helmet and even the sergeant chuckled slightly.



“Well this is all highly irregular trooper, but it sounds like you've had all the shitty luck for today. Go inside and find yourself a mechnik, but be quick about it. We've had to increase security in the wake of all the terrorist attacks. Only workers and those with clearance only are allowed on the assembly line.” Satine saluted the man as the female trooper opened the door. “Thank you, sergeant. I’ll be in and out in a jiffy.” The female trooper glanced at her as she walked through into the factory. “And you should call Command, get them to send you a replacement bike.” The sergeant groaned at the woman's insubordination, before ordering her to close the large metal door. Smiling underneath her helmet, Satine proceeded into the factory.



The Factory Interior, 10:47am


“Well you have to give some credit, skipper. At least they asked for your trooper number and it looks as if security has been beefed up.” Said Cora in Satine's ear as she stalked the corridors near the workers locker rooms. “That may be the case Cora, but they were both ill disciplined and gave away vital information that would be a gift for any rebel infiltrator. This is all going in my report.” Cora took a moment to breathe. “Well, if I heard those troopers correctly you'll be needing to refresh your disguise.” Satine smiled as she came to a door, the plague to its left hand side reading Women's Locker Room. “It looks like I’m in luck, I have just reached the women's locker room. Proceeding inside, Satine out.”


Women's Locker Room, 10:53am


Forewoman Jade Tyrell or Forewoman #1745 as she was known to her Imperial masters put on her clear visored helmet as she finished getting dressed for the start of her shift. At 26, she and her younger sister, Val, both worked the production line but on separate shifts. Jade was a looker with the slightly tanned complexion, heart shaped features and vivid purple eyes common among the local Lothalites. Her ash blonde hair tied into a bun underneath her helmet. She was dressed in a loose fitting belted orange jumpsuit, with the imperial wheel printed large on her back and laced brown leather ankle work boots. Jade didn't mind working for the Empire, she and her sister were better off than most and their family prospered. The fact their neighbours didn't look them in the eye anymore, didn't bother her anymore. At least the Empire brings order, where these rebels bring chaos… Just as she was about to close her locker, she jumped seeing a female stormtrooper through her mirror.


“Oh my apologies, trooper you startled me is all. What can I do for you?” She asked, turning to face the trooper who nodded, her face hidden by her angular helmet. “At ease, citizen. This is just a routine security check. We have reason to suspect there may be rebel infiltrators on site and I need to sweep the locker room.” Jade reeled back in shock. “Oh my god, rebels here!?” The stormtrooper raised a reassuring hand. “Just stay calm, citizen and return to your duties. I’ll make this quick.” Taking a deep breath under her helmet, Jade turned around reassured.



Taking out the scout troopers blaster from her ankle holster, Satine thumbed the setting to stun and aimed it squarely at the workers back, depressing the trigger. The glowing blue circle hit the unsuspecting worker between her shoulder blades. The woman let out a surprised gasp, unconscious the moment she was struck and began to keel over to the left hand side. Reacting quickly, Satine caught the woman with her left arm and lowered her gently to the floor.


“Nicely done, skipper. Her uniform should get you access to the control room which is past the assembly floor.” Said Cora in Satine's ear as the redhead stripped out of her stolen scout trooper armour. “She's a civilian contractor and not Imperial...” Musing, she removed the woman's helmet getting a good look at her attractive features. “It's not unprecedented, Satine. We rely on civilian workers to supply our operations all across the Mid and Outer rims.” Satine shook her head, unlacing the workers' boots pulling them off her feet one at a time. “I’ve always thought it a mistake myself. It's a weak spot that rebels can easily exploit, either paying off a disloyal worker to use as an inside source or an easy uniform to acquire.” She replied, whipping off the woman's white work gloves before unbelting then unzipping her boiler suit. “So what would you recommend to the higher ups, Satine?”



Taking Jade's boiler suit by the shoulders, Satine quickly peeled it down the woman's slim body. “Either vet the workforce and increase their pay to ensure loyalty or replace them entirely with automation. It will lessen the chances of infiltration.” She said admiring the scantily clad Jade’s gentle curves, dressed only in her blue pastel lace trim camisole, matching thong and ankle socks as she zipped up the woman's jumpsuit. “Both good suggestions, skipper. Let's hope they heed your advice.” After she finished getting dressed in the rest of the workers uniform, Satine scooped up Jade's sleeping body under her shoulders and stashed her upright in the locker along with the discarded scout trooper armour and body glove. “The higher ups listening to a former stormtrooper turned ISB supervisor? That will be the day.” She said dryly, closing the locker door, leaving the unconscious Jade in darkness.


The Assembly Line Floor, 11:02am



Clad in her faceless foreman's disguise, Satine criss crossed her way through the catwalks on the upper level of the factory overlooking the assembly line proper. She felt pride as she stopped briefly to see a TIE Defender being assembled by an orange clad team of workers. A true symbol of Imperial might, Cora was right. They are magnificent. “Cora? It's a shame you aren't here beside me, because it's an incredible view.” The Pantoran chuckled coyly. “Much better than a holo?” Leaning across the railing, Satine flashed a wide grin. “Much.”


Pushing away from the railing, Satine proceeded towards the waiting control centre which was suspended above the shipping area. What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion. Suddenly, a large explosion from the control room ahead of her rocked through the factory, blowing out windows and gusts of red and yellow erupting from the shattered glass, sending both stormtroopers and workers screaming over the railings. Satine quickly hit the deck, going prone as a series of secondary explosions destroyed several parked complete TIE Defenders, causing yet more casualties amongst the workforce and activating the emergency klaxon. Tearing off her helmet, Satine activated her earpiece.


“Cora! We have a Code Black! I repeat a Code Black! Potential rebel infiltrators have sabotaged the factory!” She paused seeing a slim petite woman emerge from the ruins of the control room, dressed head to toe in garishly graffitied armour that was unmistakably Mandalorian, the sigil of a stylised rising phoenix painted on her left shoulder. As a squad of three stormtroopers moved to intercept her, Satine watched the Mandalorian draw her pistols and cut them down, sending two of them, one a woman, over the side of the railing before scampering away. Hearing the dying troopers screams sent waves of anger through the ISB supervisor.


“...Confirmed rebel terrorist activity on site, single female suspect, Mandalorian! Cora, use my authority and contact Agent Callis! I want an ISB tactical unit on station right fucking now and call for a med-team while your at it, we've got multiple casualties both civilian and trooper! I’m going in pursuit of the terrorist!” Cora nodded. “Roger that, skipper! Contacting Agent Callis, go and get the rebel bitch! For the Empire!” Repeating the oath, Satine saw the Mandalorian continue to exchange fire with troopers. Following the catwalks, she noticed a way to flank her from behind, an idea forming in her mind. If I know one thing for certain, it's that the rebels operate in cells. If I neutralise her and take her armour, I can infiltrate the cell and apprehend the lot of them. All I need to do is tug at her heartstrings… Taking a deep breath, Satine got to her feet and made to outflank the rebel Mandalorian.


Sabine Wren made her way towards the exit through the shattered cakewalks, trading shots with a couple of troopers. Glancing at her handiwork, Sabine sighed. The demolitions expert in her knew she had used too much explosives, causing the deaths of some of the local civilian workforce. I got too sloppy and innocents were caught in the blast, Kanan is going to be pissed when he hears this. I wish I could do something for them but I have to get out of here. Blasting down the two pursuing troopers with her twin Mandalorian heavy pistols, Sabine caught her breath for but a moment. “Help me! Please help me!” She heard a young woman cry from behind her. Whipping around, the young Mandalorian saw an attractive red headed factory worker hanging on for dear life over the railing. “Please! Don't leave me, I don't want to die! I have children!” Looking up, Sabine could see a squad of Stormtroopers making their way over to her and behind her the exit. She was torn between helping her and escaping. What are you doing Sabine? It's no no brainer, save the girl. Besides, it's what Ezra would do. Throwing caution to the wind, Sabine grabbed the workers gloves.


“Grab my hand, don't worry I’ve got you.” She said using her upper body strength to haul the woman over the railings. “Oh my god, thank you! I would have been dead if not for you. Allow me to repay you please.” The redhead breathed with an odd glint in her eye. Sabine glanced over her shoulder then shook her head. “No time, I’ve gotta go.” The worker chuckled, flicking out a baton. “You know something? You rebel scum are far too trusting…” Sabine blinked in surprise. “What are you…argh!!?” She screamed as the woman jabbed her in the right armpit underneath her beskar armour, sending waves of electricity through her body. The Mandalorian convulsed as the electricity reached her central nervous system shorting it out, letting out a surprised moan Sabine collapsed unconscious into Satine's waiting arms.


“ Believe me, you're getting off easy mando.” Satine hissed in the rebel terrorist’s ear lowering her body onto the catwalk before pulling off the girl's helmet, seeing a young pretty tanned heart shaped face with shallow features, framed by dyed bright blue hair. A cursory inspection revealed her eyes to be a bright hazel. She's still so young, but that's unsurprising. They may wear sweet faces but underneath they are just terrorists, scum who harm innocents for their so called cause. Wasting no time, Sabine began to strip off her workers disguise. To her left she could hear the clattering of at least four booted feet. Turning she noticed three regular stormtroopers, led by a sergeant who Satine was sure was the outside gate.


“Stand down citizen, we'll take it from h-Uh, what are you doing?” The bemused voice underneath the helmet confirmed Satine's suspicions, the man along with his subordinates gawked at her wearing only her undergarments, kneeling over the rebel's body. She quickly retrieved her badge from the workers' clothes flashing it. “Satine Falére, Captain, Imperial Security Bureau. Clearance level Obsidian.” The troopers hastily saluted her. “ I’m taking the armour of this rebel and impersonating her so I can apprehend the rest of her cell. Anything further trooper?” She asked, pulling off the Mandalorians boots and vambraces. The four troopers swapped nervous glances with each other. “Okay. We'll just,uh, stand guard and wait until you've finished ma’am, before we take her into custody.” The officer said as he and his squad awkwardly turned their backs on her.


Chuckling at the troopers cute awkwardness, Satine unclipped the rebels' belt and holsters hearing her pilots smile through the earpiece. “Bold strategy, skipper. Do you think it will work? You've read the reports of the activities of the Spectre cell, they are experienced infiltrators.” Rolling the unconscious Mandalorian onto her side, Satine removed the rear back plate and unzipped the body glove. “Which is why they will never see it coming, infiltrators never expect to be infiltrated themselves.” Rolling the rebel onto her back, Satine peeled the armour from her slim athletic body.



Mandalorian armour wasn't too dissimilar to the Empire's stormtrooper armour in some respects, aside from one being of beskar alloy, and Satine quickly slipped into the rebels suit without much effort. Standing over the scantily clad body of Sabine Wren, dressed only in a black sports bra and matching bikini hipster shorts, Satine pulled on her stolen helmet before turning to the stormtrooper officer. “Sergeant!” The man turned, recoiling slightly. “Yes, ma’am? What are your orders?” Without taking her eyes off him, Satine pointed down to the stricken rebel. “Take her away for interrogation and processing.” The sergeant flicked his fingers, directing two troopers to take Sabine's body under her arms, dragging her out of sight. Satine then grinned under her helmet. “And you sergeant, we've got to put on a convincing show for the rebels.”



Factory Exterior, Lothal City, 11:25am


With blaster fire whipping over her head, Satine ran from the smoking remains of the TIE Defender factory trading shots back at the troopers but missing them entirely. “Come on, Sabine! Get outta there! The whole place is swarming with imps!” Said a woman's voice from Sabine's wrist mounted commlink. In her ear, Cora “Running a trace on that comm signal, skipper! There, I’ve got it, they're parked at a disused cargo landing pad about 2 klicks south of your current position.” Running south, Satine smiled. “Good work Cora! What's the status of Agent Callis and the tactical teams?” Cora sighed. “They are about 10 minutes out but at least the med teams are on station.” Satine let out a roar of frustration. “Their damn reaction times are a joke, no wonder the cell has been running rings around them…” she sighed picking up the pace, heading south. “...well at least the medical teams are on time, thank the stars. I’ll go after the cell myself, after all you want something done, do it yourself.”


Disused Cargo Landing Pad, Industrial Sector, Lothal City, 11:33am


Arriving at the landing pad, Satine looked up to see a large VCX-100 freighter parked at its centre and heard a low whistle in her ear. “That's a classic, Clone Wars era like the Adjudicator.” Satine narrowed her eyes. “How did they get that hunk of junk past Imperial sensors?” Cora let out a scandalised gasp. “Please, skipper. They probably have a stealth system like we do. Either way I know a few friends of mine in Sabre Squadron who would love to get their hands on that old girl.” Looking over to the boarding ramp, saw a large hulking purple furred Lasat walking towards her, a bow rifle slung over his shoulder. Satine knew a little of their race and of the ISB’s purge of their homeworld; they were both physically strong and cunning warriors who shouldn't be underestimated. She flicked her stolen blasters to stun.


“Sabine? What gives? Get on the ship already! We're losing our escape window!” Garazeb Orrelios, better known as Zeb to his friends, called to Sabine who just cocked her helmeted head before drawing her dual Mandalorian blasters and rapid firing blue circled stun blasts that quickly overwhelmed him. “What the he-ugh!?” Was all the former captain of Royal Guard could manage as he collapsed unconscious onto the deck, big green eyes full of betrayal fluttering shut.


Lowering her smoking blasters, Satine stepped over the Lasat only to see two men emerge from the freighter; one a middle aged man with piercing green eyes and long dark brown hair tied into a ponytail, while the other was a scrawny sallow skinned youth with tapered features, framed with shoulder length jet black hair and the bright violet eyes of a local. The ISB agent's eyes flicked towards the lightsabers on their belts. Shit! They're Jedi! I must be quick…


Ezra Bridger’s eyes flicked to Sabine standing there to the unconscious body of Zeb behind her. “Sabine? What happened to Zeb? Are the Imps right behind you-?” Next to him, Kanan Jarrus raised his hand in warning. “No Ezra! That's not Sabin-ugh!” He cried as a single blue circle hit the former jedi knight square in the chest, sending him falling from the ramp to hit the landing pad with a dull thud. Sensing the woman's intentions too slowly, Ezra was also hit with a glowing blue ring, pitching him over the opposite side of the ramp where he landed in a heap. “I’m sorry rebel scum but Sabine is a little indisposed right now.” Satine quipped coolly as she walked up the ramp, holstering her stolen blasters.



Rebel Freighter, The Ghost, 11:40am


Satine swept the ship, checking each and every corner of the ship in search for the ship's pilot with her stolen blasters. As she accessed the passageway to the cockpit, Satine almost bumped into a boxy little astromech with a red dome, eyes widening in surprise as she recognised an old Clone Wars C1 series. Huh? I haven't seen one of these since my time in the Naboo Royal Guard. The droid beeped out a greeting, waving its manipulator arms. Smiling, Satine knelt by the diminutive droid. “Hey there little guy. Time for you to take a break…” reaching around the droid's back she flicked the emergency shut down switch, the droid beeping in surprise as it became still. Getting back to her feet, Satine took out one blaster and walked around the droid heading towards the cockpit.


“Sabine? Ezra? Kanan? Zeb? Chop? Is anyone there? Please respond, this is not funny. Imperial reinforcements are arriving and we need to bail!” Captain Hera Syndulla, leader of the Spectre cell, was frantic and just a little livid. Since the factory explosion, she hadn't heard a peep from Sabine or anyone. The green skinned twi’lek with vivid blue eyes had then heard the retorts of blaster fire from outside the Ghost, which had her wondering if the imps had gotten onto the ship. Suddenly the sound of escaping air from behind her caught Hera's attention.



She whipped around in her chair to see Sabine standing in the doorway. Hera breathed a sigh of relief. “Sabine, there you are. Wait, where are the rest of the guys?” Sabine just cocked her head. “They aren't coming, rebel scum…” she said, drawing a pistol and shooting Hera with a stun blast to the chest. The twi’lek let out a surprised gasp as she was sent spinning, slumping unconscious in her chair.


Holstering her blaster, Satine pulled off the stolen Mandalorian helmet taking a deep breath. “And for the record, it's ‘Satine’ with a t.” Cora chuckled in her ear. “Nicely done, skipper. They didn't know what hit them. Agent Callis and the ISB tactical unit are on site.” The redheaded ISB agent looked out of the cockpit window sighing. “Took them long enough.” She said watching two imperial gunships land and unload the ISB tactical team lead by Agent Callis before sweeping from the freighters cockpit. “Better late than never, right Skipper?” Added Cora cheerfully.


Disused Cargo Landing Pad, 11:46am


As she walked down the boarding ramp, Satine was flashed a salute by Agent Callis, a well built handsome man wearing a green ISB field uniform and armour, his squared features highlighted by his brown mutton chops. Around him armed black uniformed men and women swarmed to secure the unconscious rebels. “Captain Falére? Please forgive the directness but you need to explain yourself. I requested assistance from Coruscant but you failed to announce your arrival on Lothal. Then I learn not one but two women, one a scout trooper with their uniforms missing. What is the meaning of this?” Satine breathed as she jumped off the boarding ramp to let the tactical unit pass.


“Agent Callis. I think you're the one that needs to explain yourself. I arrive here to conduct a surprise security inspection and what do I find? A scout trooper left in a vulnerable position due to staff shortages, ill disciplined stormtroopers that a child could sweet talk.” She rattled each off with a finger. “...and by last by now means least. A civilian workforce who are not vetted.” The man said nothing but looked sheepishly to his feet. “Nothing to say, agent? Well at least I solved your rebel problem for you, apprehending them before they could do more damage.” Tucking the Mandalorian helmet under her arms, she saluted the man before walking away.


“Wait?! Hold a moment, Captain?” Satine smiled and turned around to face the man who saluted her back. “You have no idea how long I have been tracking these terrorists, only to have them slip through my fingers time and again. Thank you.” Satine gave the man a respectful nod. “With all due respect, Agent Callis. I didn't capture these rebel scum for you, I captured them on behalf of the people killed in this attack and for the safety of the rest of the citizens of the Galactic Empire. I will submit my report with my recommendations to the office of Governor Pryce and I expect you back on Coruscant for remedial training. Long live the Empire!” She cried walking away.


She keyed in her earpiece. “Any chance of that drink, Cora? I’m thoroughly parched.” The Pantoran pilot chuckled. “As soon as we get you out of that Mandalorian get up and back into imperial uniform, I’m all yours.” Feeling the harsh Lothal sun on her back, Captain Satine Falére smiled knowing she had done her duty to the Empire. But still she couldn't help but miss her dear Jan and she hoped wherever she was, she was proud of her.

[meditions142]

Another fun chapter.

Really liked the entire Tessa scene. Such a perfect set up. She is alone due to her partner getting sick and not enough in the budget for a replacement. Then we get the chokehold being applied to question her, including the occasional increase of pressure to make a point.

Then the great comment: "“Sorry, Tessa but I’ll be needing your armour and bike. I lied when I said I wouldn't hurt you..”. Then of course love the use of the applied right to the back of the neck! Then love the description "The pretty scout trooper let out a pained squeak, convulsing slightly in Satine's arms as the electricity quickly shorted out her central nervous system. The redheaded captain felt the trooper slump unconscious into her body."

Also loved the image of Jade being hit with the stun blast from the Blaster. "The woman let out a surprised gasp, unconscious the moment she was struck and began to keel over to the left hand side. Reacting quickly, Satine caught the woman with her left arm and lowered her gently to the floor." Love the idea of Satine moving quickly to catch the woman.

Interesting just how fast the stun blast works. As you describe it the woman was "unconscious the moment she was struck". The Bothan Stunner on hte other hand seems to take a bit of time to do the job.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Another fun chapter.

Really liked the entire Tessa scene. Such a perfect set up. She is alone due to her partner getting sick and not enough in the budget for a replacement. Then we get the chokehold being applied to question her, including the occasional increase of pressure to make a point.

Then the great comment: "“Sorry, Tessa but I’ll be needing your armour and bike. I lied when I said I wouldn't hurt you..”. Then of course love the use of the applied right to the back of the neck! Then love the description "The pretty scout trooper let out a pained squeak, convulsing slightly in Satine's arms as the electricity quickly shorted out her central nervous system. The redheaded captain felt the trooper slump unconscious into her body."

Also loved the image of Jade being hit with the stun blast from the Blaster. "The woman let out a surprised gasp, unconscious the moment she was struck and began to keel over to the left hand side. Reacting quickly, Satine caught the woman with her left arm and lowered her gently to the floor." Love the idea of Satine moving quickly to catch the woman.

Interesting just how fast the stun blast works. As you describe it the woman was "unconscious the moment she was struck". The Bothan Stunner on hte other hand seems to take a bit of time to do the job.

Thanks my friend, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter.


Yeah, I had a lot of fun writing Tessa's scene in particular there's nothing quite like a pretty brunette guard all on her lonesome getting grabbed and interrogated before losing her uniform, to a much more skilled opponent like Satine.


Indeed, to her credit Satine did try and make things as painless as possible for Tessa by utilising that sweet spot on the back of the troopers neck. But the poor girl did suffer some degree of unavoidable discomfort. At least Cora was on hand to stabilise and keep in eye of her progress.


Thanks, the sound of Jade hitting the ground so close to the lockers might have attracted unwanted attraction and Satine does care about the welfare of both Tessa and Jade. The same however couldn't be said of Sabine Wren. Plus, it's a sexy image to picture Satine deftly catching the falling Jade and lowering her quietly to the ground. It's one of my favourite tropes in knockout scenes.


Yes, in the Star Wars Universe the stun blast from any energy weapon pretty much drops the target instantaneously as Princess Leia found out to her cost in Episode IV. However, the Bothan Stunner takes longer to do the job depending on how you use it. Satine generally favours the low settings for fellow Imperials and targets the nerve clusters for maximum effect. While Sabine Wren got the medium setting, which hurts a little bit more and keeps the target down for the full duration, because she was a rebel and an immediate danger to the staff and the rest of the facility.

[meditions142]

Yes, in the Star Wars Universe the stun blast from any energy weapon pretty much drops the target instantaneously as Princess Leia found out to her cost in Episode IV. However, the Bothan Stunner takes longer to do the job depending on how you use it.

Both the idea of instantaneous and not so quick knockouts are fun.

I do say there is something intriguing however about how the blaster is instantaneous. The woman is instantly unconscious the moment she is hit. Very much like Najica's stun bullet. The women they are used on are out before the hit the ground (or are caught as the fall like Jade).

[Stormtrooper1990]

Yes, in the Star Wars Universe the stun blast from any energy weapon pretty much drops the target instantaneously as Princess Leia found out to her cost in Episode IV. However, the Bothan Stunner takes longer to do the job depending on how you use it.

Both the idea of instantaneous and not so quick knockouts are fun.

I do say there is something intriguing however about how the blaster is instantaneous. The woman is instantly unconscious the moment she is hit. Very much like Najica's stun bullet. The women they are used on are out before the hit the ground (or are caught as the fall like Jade).

That they are indeed, there are merits to both forms of knockouts. Personally, I find the not so quick knockouts are bit more fun in the sense that observing the USB struggle fruitlessly before she is overwhelmed is quite sexy.


Indeed it is and there are many similarities to the Star Wars stun blast and Najica's stun bullets, particularly in how fast they work. Their only difference being the nature of the projectiles; the Star Wars stun blast is electrical in nature and attacks the nervous system, overwhelming with excessive electrical stimulation. Compared to Najica's stun bullets which we've established are most likely sonic pulses, that use sound waves to instantly disorient then overwhelm the CNS with sound waves. Both are very effective means at rendering a woman unconscious and taking her clothes. Honestly, I don't know which I prefer so I'm going to go with both.

[meditions142]

Indeed it is and there are many similarities to the Star Wars stun blast and Najica's stun bullets, particularly in how fast they work. Their only difference being the nature of the projectiles; the Star Wars stun blast is electrical in nature and attacks the nervous system, overwhelming with excessive electrical stimulation. Compared to Najica's stun bullets which we've established are most likely sonic pulses, that use sound waves to instantly disorient then overwhelm the CNS with sound waves. Both are very effective means at rendering a woman unconscious and taking her clothes. Honestly, I don't know which I prefer so I'm going to go with both.

I have to say I very much like the idea of a sound weapon. I like to imagine that it a frequency that can be heard. Therefore, there is not a loud noise that could both damage the victim's hearing and also attract attention.

I love the idea of a female guard, standing at her post. Suddenly she feels a impact on her body though she see nothing. She then feels the strange sensation of the sound waives racing through her body. She then moans, her eyes roll back and she slumps to the floor. Her CNS having been totally disrupted.

Indeed a great weapon. Quick, effective and while it does cause a brief bit of pain it is over fast and causes not permanent injury.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Indeed it is and there are many similarities to the Star Wars stun blast and Najica's stun bullets, particularly in how fast they work. Their only difference being the nature of the projectiles; the Star Wars stun blast is electrical in nature and attacks the nervous system, overwhelming with excessive electrical stimulation. Compared to Najica's stun bullets which we've established are most likely sonic pulses, that use sound waves to instantly disorient then overwhelm the CNS with sound waves. Both are very effective means at rendering a woman unconscious and taking her clothes. Honestly, I don't know which I prefer so I'm going to go with both.

I have to say I very much like the idea of a sound weapon. I like to imagine that it a frequency that can be heard. Therefore, there is not a loud noise that could both damage the victim's hearing and also attract attention.

I love the idea of a female guard, standing at her post. Suddenly she feels a impact on her body though she see nothing. She then feels the strange sensation of the sound waives racing through her body. She then moans, her eyes roll back and she slumps to the floor. Her CNS having been totally disrupted.

Indeed a great weapon. Quick, effective and while it does cause a brief bit of pain it is over fast and causes not permanent injury.

So do I. It's a curious fact that has we get older, the more our hearing changes and degrades over time. So a sound based weapon would be more effective against younger female guards, as they have a better hearing range than say someone in their 30s or 40s. You can quite easily exploit that to create a non invasive sound based weapon that targets young women, neutralising them and taking their uniforms/clothing without the risk of long term injury.


Indeed, the pretty guard might feel a sudden loss of balance and feelings of nausea as her sense of hearing and CNS are overwhelmed by a high energy sound wave. The mental of image of her sliding unconscious down the wall is a sexy one, I agree. Of course at higher modulation, the infiltrator can also target 30 somethings in a pinch, all would need to do is alter the frequency.


I couldn't agree more, my friend. The only side effects the pretty guard would wake up to would be tinnitus, headaches and brief but temporary loss of co-ordination of balance. No broken bones or bruises to marr her sweet tight body.

[meditions142]

So do I. It's a curious fact that has we get older, the more our hearing changes and degrades over time. So a sound based weapon would be more effective against younger female guards, as they have a better hearing range than say someone in their 30s or 40s. You can quite easily exploit that to create a non invasive sound based weapon that targets young women, neutralising them and taking their uniforms/clothing without the risk of long term injury.


Indeed, the pretty guard might feel a sudden loss of balance and feelings of nausea as her sense of hearing and CNS are overwhelmed by a high energy sound wave. The mental of image of her sliding unconscious down the wall is a sexy one, I agree. Of course at higher modulation, the infiltrator can also target 30 somethings in a pinch, all would need to do is alter the frequency.


I couldn't agree more, my friend. The only side effects the pretty guard would wake up to would be tinnitus, headaches and brief but temporary loss of co-ordination of balance. No broken bones or bruises to marr her sweet tight body.

That is an interesting idea. So, you could imagine is fun story where as the infiltrator made her way through a facility as she came across each guard she has to observe her for a bit in order to guess her age and then set the sonic gun accordingly.

And what a sexy image. As the sound waves courses through the woman's body it disrupts her senses to the point she loses her balance. She falls back against the wall and slides down the wall as she loses consciousness.

[Stormtrooper1990]

So do I. It's a curious fact that has we get older, the more our hearing changes and degrades over time. So a sound based weapon would be more effective against younger female guards, as they have a better hearing range than say someone in their 30s or 40s. You can quite easily exploit that to create a non invasive sound based weapon that targets young women, neutralising them and taking their uniforms/clothing without the risk of long term injury.


Indeed, the pretty guard might feel a sudden loss of balance and feelings of nausea as her sense of hearing and CNS are overwhelmed by a high energy sound wave. The mental of image of her sliding unconscious down the wall is a sexy one, I agree. Of course at higher modulation, the infiltrator can also target 30 somethings in a pinch, all would need to do is alter the frequency.


I couldn't agree more, my friend. The only side effects the pretty guard would wake up to would be tinnitus, headaches and brief but temporary loss of co-ordination of balance. No broken bones or bruises to marr her sweet tight body.

That is an interesting idea. So, you could imagine is fun story where as the infiltrator made her way through a facility as she came across each guard she has to observe her for a bit in order to guess her age and then set the sonic gun accordingly.

And what a sexy image. As the sound waves courses through the woman's body it disrupts her senses to the point she loses her balance. She falls back against the wall and slides down the wall as she loses consciousness.

Definitely, you can picture a scene with the infiltrator crouched in the bushes on the perimeter of a military base. She spots two guards, one a young 21 year old brunette private whose uniform would fit her perfectly. While she makes all the necessary adjustments, a 30 something blonde ( but no less cute) sergeant walks over and gets the brunette’s report. Our infiltrator bides her time and waits, until the brunette is all alone. Once she's alone the private pulls out her smart phone and turns her back on the bushes, sealing her fate. The infiltrator aims at the girls back and fires, the guards sways for a moment letting out a cute grunt and begins to drop forwards. The infiltrator catches her in her arms and drags her into the bushes to relieve her of her uniform.


Thanks, I'm glad you agree. There is some so undeniably hot about an unconscious girl sliding down a wall unconscious. So sexy!