The Imperial Base Inspector:-File 04 The Fortis Inquisitorus Redux:- A Star Wars USB Tale

[Stormtrooper1990]

A couple of days after her failed infiltration of the Aldhani Garrison in the mid rim, Captain Satine Falére is awaiting the results of her request to conduct a security audit on the secretive and mysterious Fortis Inquisitorus. Since the escape of the rebel Ghost cell from the facility, Satine wants answers on just how the rebel terrorists managed to bypass the base's high security to effect their escape. Now it seems that her patience is soon to be rewarded. However she will soon take a plunge into the unknown in her most difficult infiltration to date…



Conference Room 5A, 15th Floor, ISB Headquarters, Coruscant 10:50am, 4 BBY


“So forgive me for asking, Captain Falére, ma’am. But how would we know what a rebel infiltrator looks like?” Asked scout trooper LS-515, or Tessa Lond, from Lothal in the front row holding up a nervous hand and blushing. “ With respect, you took me completely by surprise and stole my armour the last time, I never stood a chance.” The others in Satine's class, Lieutenant Taggart from the Aldhani garrison and Colonel Medford from Naboo, plus a few among the Imperial Navy and Army seated at the back nodded. Sitting perched on her desk, Satine smiled. “There's no easy answer to that trooper. They may look like you or I, or your mother or even your brother. They could even have been imperial once and know all our protocols, or stolen that uniform they are currently wearing.”


It was Colonel Medford, the middle aged but attractive brunette officer who shot up her hand next. “Captain Falére. There must be some way to combat these rebel spies? My installation was lucky considering that you were on our side and exposed my predecessor’s betrayal but had you been a rebel…” she said leaving the sentence hanging. Clapping her hands together, Satine hopped off her desk. “Yes, ma’am. We reinforce the simple things like improving security and infrastructure, staying in groups of two or three and the most important thing of all…” she chopped her hand into her palm. “...constant vigilance. Take Lieutenant Taggart here for instance.” she pointed to the stern faced ash blonde sitting to the right of Medford, the lieutenant couldn't resist smugly puffing out her ample chest.


“During my recent sojourn to Aldhani, Lieutenant Taggart displayed vigilance by seeing through my disguise. Tell the class, Lieutenant. How were you able to out me so quickly?” The blonde smirked. “I had a bad feeling about you when I first laid eyes on you, Captain. Plus you replaced a girl who was a walking disciplinary waiting to happen and I knew her all too well.” Satine pointed to the woman. “You see ladies and gentlemen, it was a mixture of the Lieutenant's vigilance and my own mistake…” She paused as she heard the sound of escaping air and there standing in the doorway was the one eyed Director Brennic, sharing a respectful nod Satine returned to her class. “...that exposed me. It’s one thing to steal a uniform from a woman, but actually becoming her and putting that disguise to good use is something else that takes an equal amount of skill.” She paused to take a swig of her caf before resuming.


“Remember, I’m the foremost expert the Empire has on disguise and infiltration yet I was outed by an officer's due vigilance, if it can happen to me then it can happen to any infiltrator.” She set down her steaming mug and leaned against her desk, arms folded “And that's how we’ll beat the Rebellion, with constant vigilance. If you've learnt anything from this course, I hope it's that. Class dismissed.” The room soon echoed with the shuffling of chairs and murmurings of conversation as her class filed past her. Catching the eye of the scout trooper, Tessa, Satine noted the girl blushed before slapping down her visor and hurrying past. The red head smirked. I’ll have to tell Cora she won the bet, that girl was terrified. Director Brennic inched his way through the crowd and into the room.


Straightening herself up and smoothing down her white uniform jacket, Satine flashed him a salute. “A fascinating lesson, Falére. Do you think what they've learnt will stick?” He asked, returning her salute. Satine smiled, crossing her hands behind her back. “One can only hope, sir. But if it doesn't then we can always schedule future visits to keep them honest.” The Director laughed. “Well to business, I have good news about the Fortis Inquisitorus” Satine's eyes lit up in expectation. “You've got me authorisation for the audit?” The Director’s grizzled one eyed face broke into a smile. “That and a little bit more.” he swept a gloved hand to the door. “Walk with me, I’ll brief you on the way.”


The Hallways of the ISB, 11:06am

“It took a lot of digging and more than a few favours kissing up to the General Staff but I found the location of the Fortis Inquisitorus.” Brennic said as they strode through the bustling whitewashed halls. “It's on an unnamed water moon in the Mustafar System.” Satine stopped briefly when she heard the name, the name that everyone associated with the Emperor's right hand man. She felt a chill flow down her spine. “The Mustafar System? But that's Vader's system, he has his fortress on that hellscape of a planet.” Brennic nodded as they took the stairs up to the hangar two at a time. “I thought that would get your attention, this might surprise you but we know surprisingly little about the place. Lord Vader likes to keep his secrets and his inquisitors are no exception.”


Satine weaved her way past a group of patrolling tactical agents, as she kept up with Brennic. “That's a first for the ISB, not having all the facts.” She said dryly when they stopped by the hangar. “And that’s what worries me, Falére. We'll be sending you in the dark again, first Aldhani now this. You seem to be having a bad run of luck.” Satine sighed, the failure of Aldhani still fresh in her mind. “Do you have anything that could help, sir? I could use all the help I can get.” The Director reached into his cape and handed her a data spike. “This has the latest building schematics, both internal and external. Perhaps you can use it to find a covert entry point.” Saluting him she turned on her heels to enter the hangar.


“Just one more thing, Falére.” The redhead stopped in her tracks and looked back over her shoulder. “There are rumours beginning to spread about your relationship with your Pantoran pilot, Ensign Cora Yenner. That the two of you are becoming closer than friends.” Satine's eyes narrowed. “Is there something wrong, Director? I wasn't aware that my personal life was the subject of gossip between the top brass.” she said a little bit defensively. Brennic sighed. “Falére, I’m on your side and if you want to pursue a relationship with the girl then by all means do so. You know that the Empire doesn't forbid fraternisation, just as long as it doesn't interfere with the mission or the day to day.” the young Naboo smiled. “I don't deny we have a connection and have developed a close bond, I trust her completely. Look, I appreciate the concern sir, but Cora and I know what we're doing.”


The Director folded his arms. “I’ll take your word on that, Falére. I don't want someone like Lt Meera to use it against you and Cora. You're a damn fine operator with an impressive record at such a young age, while Cora is the best damn pilot in the Core and Mid Rim, perhaps even the whole galaxy. It would be a shame if you were both reassigned due to some rung leech like Meera grasping at your ankles.” Satine nodded, putting the spike into her pocket. “ Sir, I’ve survived everything from rebel agents to pissed off Gamorreans on Nar Shaddaa. I can handle office politics.” Brennic smirked. “ I know. Good luck, Falére and fly safe.” Nodding respectfully, she turned and entered the hangar. Her grin widened seeing Cora standing by the Adjudicator’s boarding ramp, dressed in her tight flight leathers, zipped open to reveal her white under vest. Satine's eyes darted to the Pantoran's cleavage, taking in the wonderful sight and feeling her breasts peak under her uniform jacket.


ISB Hangar Level, 30th Floor, 11:15am


“Hey skipper, where are we going this time? Somewhere pretty with endless fields of snow and ice, like Pantora?” She asked with a mischievous glint in her big blue eyes. Satine chuckled. “Seriously? Not a beach or a lush meadow? We have lots of lush meadows on Naboo.” Cora shook her head. “I know it's spectacular in its way but I will settle for endless white majestic fields of snow anyday. Call me biassed but Pantora is a beautiful planet.” Satine chuckled at her pilot's easy humour, it was one of the many things she loved about her. “You'll have to show me sometime, Cora.” There was a brief awkward silence as looks of longing passed between them, that was broken by Cora who wiped the oil from her hands. “So are you going to tell me where we're going, Satine? Or are you going to be staring at my chest all day? Not that I mind of course.” She teased with her hands on her hips.


Satine blinked. “O-oh…er…the…the Mustafar System. We're going to be infiltrating a top secret black site called the Fortis Inquisitorus on a water moon.” Cora let out a low whistle. “That place where they took those rebels we busted who later escaped. Which also happens to be Vader's system? You really know how to live dangerously.” The two walked up the Adjudicator’s boarding ramp. “It's a very attractive trait.” She winked, closing the boarding ramp before leading the way to the cockpit.


Satine's Personal Quarters, The Shadow Vane in Hyperspace 18:04pm Coruscant Time



Reviewing the data Brennic had sent her, a holographic representation of the exterior of the imposing spire, Satine could only see one point of entry and that was through a waste disposal culvert below the waterline on the north wall. “Looks like I’m going to get my feet wet, Cora's going to love this.” She smiled while taking a measure of steaming hot caf. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts but it was a welcome one. “Come in, Cora.”


“I see you didn't bring any spotchka with you this time.” She said, turning to see the pretty Pantoran entering her quarters. The blue skinned girl flashed her a smile before helping herself to the pot of caf on Satine's desk. “Not this time, skipper. As you may have noticed it really does go to my head.” The red headed Naboo sighed as they sat around the table. “Cora about the other night, you caught me at my lowest. We were having a good time until I brought up Jedha and Jan. I'm sorry for putting that on your shoulders.” Her pilot leaned forward, fingers brushing Satine's.


“ No need to apologise, skipper, spotchka does have that tendency to make one's lips loosen, besides beautiful women always feel the need to unburden themselves to me, it's a gift.” She said dryly. Satine laughed while taking a measure of caf. “‘Loose lips sink Star Destroyers”’. She chuckled, quoting the famous ISB propaganda poster. They both clinked mugs and downed the contents. Cora set hers down. “Still I’m sorry about Jan, and what those rebel bastards did to her. I know myself firsthand, what the rebels are capable of.” She replied with an odd bitterness to her voice. Satine lent forward, sighing at the memory. “So am I, Cora. I only wish I had done more for her and killed Gerrera to avenge her death. You'll have to tell me sometime about your own run in with the rebels.” Cora smiled but there was a haunted wistful look in her big blue eyes. "Maybe someday, Satine. Like you the rebels took someone I loved very much too and killed my family." Both women looked down to find they were holding each other's hands.


They sat holding hands for a couple of minutes, caressing each other's skin before gently withdrawing. “So that's the dreaded Fortis Inquisitorus?” The Pantoran gestured to the hologram on Satine's table with her head nonchalantly, her grin returning. “Looks like a giant phallus.” Satine snorted with laughter at the joke. “That's it alright, Vader's personal prison.” Cora picked it up and studied it. “Hmph Looks as secure as a Frostbeast. Any ideas on how you're getting in there?” Reaching over to the device, Satine pressed a button making the hologram zoom in. “There. A waste disposal culvert on the north side is underwater so we'll have to position the shuttle over the waves and I’ll dive in. Then I will slice my way in and swim up through the pipes.” Cora placed the device on the table, smiling at the redheaded captain. “What is it Cora? You don't like the plan? You think I’m crazy, right?”


Cora merely giggled. “No, the plan’s crazy but I like it. I mean I’ve done some insane shit flying TIEs. I was just picturing you all dripping wet in a tight wetsuit.” She flirted, eyeing up Satine's curves through her uniform. Satine shot her a wink and leaned back into her chair. “Good things come to those who wait, Cora. I happen to look very fetching in a wetsuit.”


The Adjudicator, 50ft above the water, 2 klicks North of the Fortis Inquisitorus, 10:26am, The Next Day


“Well, you weren't kidding when you said you looked fetching in a wetsuit, Skipper. You fill it out like no one's business!” Shouted Cora from the cockpit as she kept the shuttle steady, rain hammering the canopy. “I told you it was worth the wait, Cora.” Satine replied dressed in a skintight black ISB wetsuit and flippers, strapping on her utility belt that held her Bothan stunner, sedative pack and Iona, the pip droid. She then slammed the ramp release with her fist, feeling the whoosh of bracing cool air and droplets of rain dance across her face.


“You know it's not too late to turn back, Satine. You don't have to do this just to impress me!” Yelled the Pantoran over the gusting wind. “I thought I already did, Cora. Besides, the ISB and I need to know how these rebels escaped this place, then fix the mess so no-one puts in a repeat performance.” Cora chuckled. “Alright, Skipper, have it your way. It's only Lord Vader we'll be pissing off. You know I could kiss you right now.” She turned to see Satine had already fixed in her rebreather, the red head flashed her a wink then dived backwards off the ramp and into the chilling waters below. “See you soon, Satine and please be safe.” Cora smiled, uttering a Pantoran prayer underneath her breath before closing the ramp and shooting up through the clouds into low orbit.


Shuddering at the waters cold embrace, Satine activated her rebreather and the lights on her goggles then swam through the murky gloom, past schools of jellyfish towards the waste disposal grille on the north side of the imposing spire that rose from the sea like a withered petrified finger. Keeping her head below water to avoid sensor sweeps and patrolling viper droids above the water line, Satine took out Iona and activated her, letting the little droid slice through the access panel in record time. The droid beeped triumphantly as the crate slid open. That's my girl. She thought, patting the droid's boxy head before slotting her back into her pouch before swimming through the opening and up into the disposal pipe. Into the belly of the beast.


Disposal and Sanitation Outflow Room 21-C, Sublevel 5, Fortis Inquisitorus, 10:35am


Stormtrooper First Class TK-2357, real name Kaylee Boone from Ord Mantell, yawned through her helmet, thoroughly bored out of her skull and without her buddy TK-977 to gossip with. Ever since those rebels escaped, the Grand Inquisitor has been on the warpath making sure there are no more screw ups. Especially when Vader is watching. Shuddering in fear at the thought of the emperor's right hand man, Kaylee straightened up as she guarded the door to Disposal 21-C half expecting an officer to round the corner and chew her out for slouching, which would just about sum up her luck this week.



At 24, Kaylee was a strikingly beautiful young woman; with pale heart shaped features, high cheekbones and bright almond shaped slate grey eyes, framed by mid length raven coloured hair, under her stark white grim faced helmet, that matched her plasteel armour worn over a black bodyglove. E-11 blaster rifle held at parade rest. She took a long sigh, rubbing the back of her ankle with her left foot. Damn it, I wish something exciting would happen like more escaping prisoners. At least I got to rescue Layna ‘Serve the Empire' Carmine and see her all tied up. I wouldn't let that happen to me though. Suddenly the sounds of banging and splashing water from behind her interrupted her thoughts. “What the hell…?” She gasped, surprised as she opened the bulkhead door and walked through closing the door behind her.


Bringing up her blaster, Kaylee noticed the small pool in front of her, raised like a well, was open. And a trail of water that lead to a stack of crates nearby. Could be some rebel infiltrator. How exciting! I’m not calling this in, I’ll catch them in the act and get that promotion to sergeant.” Smirking behind her helmet, Kaylee rounded the crates. “Aha! Freeze rebel scum..?!” She shouted, voice dropping along with her spirits as she saw a pair of black flippers and a puddle around them. “Where the hell are you?!” She began to panic, wondering how the rebel could have gotten around her. “Right here.” A female voice replied, seizing her in an armlock around her neck, making her drop her blaster from loose fingertips.


Hearing the struggling stormtroopers' blaster clatter to the deck, Satine flicked open her Bothan stunner, thumbing the selector onto medium. “Sorry, trooper but I will be taking your armour and your shift, it's nothing personal.” She then jabbed it into the base of the woman's neck, near the brain stem and pressed. The stormtrooper let out a long pained grunt as she convulsed in Satine's arms, shaking slightly before slumping unconscious with a low gasp. Holding the trooper's dead weight under her shoulders, Satine dragged the limp form behind the crates.


“I’m all good Cora, chalk up another successful infiltration.” She spoke into her ear piece, unclipping her utility belt and unzipping her wetsuit before dropping the wet garment with a thunk. She was now completely naked, kneeling by the unconscious stormtrooper. “Damn it's so good to hear your voice again, skipper.” Cora breathed, the relief evident in her voice. “ I suppose by now you've found some hot young trooper, put her to.sleep and in the process of relieving her of her uniform?” She asked with an air of coyness. Satine giggled, taking off the woman's helmet and whistling low at the attractive heart shaped brunette that was revealed. “Well she's definitely a looker Cora. But she doesn't hold a candle to you, she isn't blue.” Cora let out a bark of laughter as Satine removed the plasteel armour plates one at a time. “But it looks like I’m going to have to take her standard issue underwear as well, I didn't wear any under the wetsuit.”


Cora let out a playful scowl. “How come I’m not a fly in the wall there? You get to strip other women and I’m stuck in the shuttle, on comms?” Satine laughed, unzipping the stormtroopers bodyglove from behind the neck and peeling it from her slim, young athletic figure. “I’m sure I can put in a good word to Brennic for you just in time for the next mission.” She looked at the pretty brunette’s standard issue ribbed vest, with the Imperial wheel stenciled in black above the left breast and black hipster shorts with an uncomfortable sense of déjà vû. “I will hold you to that, skipper.” Cora said brightly, as Satine pulled off the stormtrooper's vest and slipped it over her own bare chest admiring the well rounded and firm B-cup breasts with stiff dark pink rose petal areolas, before turning her attention to the brunette's shorts. “My apologies trooper, I don't usually take a mark’s underwear as a rule, but in this case it's completely necessary.” She whispered to the half naked toned girl, whipping off her black hipster shorts from between her legs in one smooth motion and down her long legs. Getting a glimpse at a full woman crowned with a trimmed fan of black pubic hair as she pulled up the stolen shorts.


“Ugh, I forgot how heavy it felt wearing this rig, it's the one thing I didn't miss when I was transferred to the ISB..” Satine groaned, pulling on the stormtroopers armour quickly as if it was a second skin. “At least I was lucky to find this girl who was my size, it's a comfortable fit. But the underwear is a little loose, the shorts are loose and the vest is tight on my tits.” She picked up the nude stormtrooper's helmet, using Iona to hack the embedded anti theft device. “So live and learn, eh skipper?” Satine sighed, pulling on the helmet and straightening it, before pulling a grey tarpaulin over the naked unconscious body of trooper TK-2357. “Sweet dreams, trooper.” Satine quipped closing and locking the bulkhead door, leaving Kaylee Boone in darkness.


The Corridors of Sub-level 5, Fortis Inquisitorus, 11:02am


“Damn this place Cora, it's huge and underwater. How did those rebels even find their way out? I need access to the cells they were held in.” Satine asked as she stalked the stark black halls, taking note of the curious looking marine life ogling her through the glass ceilings. “They probably downloaded a map from a restricted terminal, something we could probably use right about now. Along with a technician's clearance…” Cora commented dryly in Satine's ear. “...and a technician’s uniform.” The red headed captain smirked underneath her helmet, completing the sentence as she noticed a young pretty technician walking towards a wall terminal, datapad in hand who looked around nervously, flashing Satine a weak but endearing smile before beginning her diagnostic. “ Let me guess? You've found yourself a comely young technician with a uniform that fits, skipper?” Satine chuckled at Satine's sardonic wit as she scanned the young blonde technician.


Technician Third Class Layna Carmine glanced nervously around before she began her diagnostic on restricted terminal #03, feeling a sense of relief as noticed the reassuring presence of a stormtrooper watching the hall. It had been over a week since Layna was attacked and tied up by an escaping rebel prisoner who had been disguised as the Seventh Sister, a woman she herself admired. No amount of counseling had persuaded her to stick around the Fortis Inquisitorus and she had put in for a transfer to the Star Destroyer Avenger. It was bad enough that she was beaten up by a Mandalorian, worse she was discovered by TK-2357 a woman who Layna was convinced had a crush on her.


At 22, Layna was a looker, a cute Carida girl with slightly tanned squared features, classically sculptured cheekbones and blue doe shaped eyes with her strawberry blonde hair tied into a tight practical bun underneath her black cap. She was glad in a form fitting grey belted jumpsuit, with the Imperial wheel on her left shoulder, laced ankle work boots and the satchel for her datapad slung over her left shoulder. Finishing her diagnostic, she saw a shadow loom behind her and instinctively jumped with a surprised squeak turning to see the stormtrooper from the corner approach her.


“Sorry didn't mean to startle you there.” Said the woman with a warm friendly voice distorted slightly by her helmet. Layna put her hand on chest, flushing red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry about that, trooper. I’m Technician Third Class Layna Carmine and I’m just a bit more jittery than usual.” The trooper nodded, holstering her blaster. “TK-243, at your service. And what's got you all nervous?” Layna’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? You mean you didn't know? Hasn't anyone told you?” The trooper shook her helmeted head. “About what? I’ve only just been transferred here recently.” Layna sighed, her voice shuddering as she recounted the traumatic memory to this random trooper. “W-well don't laugh but I was attacked and tied up by a rebel in disguise, alright.” The trooper remained impassive. “You don't say, that sounds rough.” She replied with a hint of sympathy, or perhaps sarcasm; it was difficult to tell the difference whenever she talked with stormtroopers.


She turned her back on the trooper. “Yes well, it's been lovely chatting with you TK-243 but I’ve got a lot of diagnostics to do and they won't do them-mmmph!” Layna screamed muffled into the stormtrooper's mouth, hands reflexively shooting up in vain to pull off her attacker , as the woman snaked her arm around the technician's slender neck dragging her over to a waiting storeroom next to the console. “Shh! Apologies Layna but you're just my size.” The trooper hissed into her ear, applying more pressure to her throat stopping the blood flow to her brain. Feeling the trooper's squeeze tighter and tighter, the young blonde technicians felt her consciousness fade. Letting out a low muffled moan, Layna's arms flopped uselessly to her sides as she slumped unconscious in the woman's grip. Her final thought as her boots squeaked off the polished floor into the storeroom was not again…


“Wow, it sure sucks to be her Skipper.” Quipped Cora in Satine's ear, as the redheaded captain laid the unconscious Layna onto her side, before retrieving a needle filled with sedative from her satchel. “Yes and this time she'll be losing her uniform. That and I’ll see her in class when I’m done here. She obviously didn't learn from her first experience.” Satine smirked, flicking the needle and plunging it into the sleeping technician's neck at her carotid artery, the girl shuddered slightly then slumped with a cute low gasp of breath, into an even deeper sleep.


Taking off her stolen stormtrooper helmet, Satine took a long deep breath savouring the fresh air and shaking off the filtered air from the helmet. “The armour can save your life but damn if it isn't uncomfortable.” She said, stripping out of her stolen armour, back down to Kaylee's undergarments. “One of the reasons why I signed on to be a pilot, Satine. The flightsuit is…snug and hugs the body in all the right places.” Chuckling appreciatively at Cora's shameless flirt, Satine knelt by the gently snoring blonde technician and got to work undressing the girl, first unclipping her belt from around her slim waist, before looping her bag with her datapad over her head, then pulling off her hat and boots one leg at a time. “Are we going to make good on all this flirting Cora?” The Pantoran giggled in her ear. “We'll just have to see won't we, skipper?” She added suggestively.


“Cute undies Layna very girly, but lucky for you, pink's not my colour and they aren't my size either, more's the pity.” Smiled Satine as she stood over the scantily clad blonde, as she finished zipping up Layna's uniform, pulling the black cap over her auburn hair before copying the girl's bun. The fetching little blonde was laying on her side, arm draped over her slim belly, wearing only a pink pastel camisole with lace trim and a tasteful little bow between her pretty breasts, nipples stiffly peaking through the thin fabric, with matching panties complete with ribbon above the gusset on the hemline. “Well, I happen to like the colour pink, Satine. Nothing wrong with a little colour in your life.” Cora interjected as Satine took Layna by her ankles, dragging her out of sight behind a row of boxes containing cleaning solution, propping her up gently against the wall. “I’ll have to keep that in mind, Cora.” She smiled, looping the technician's satchel over her head, taking out the datapad, and replacing it with her sedatives and pip droid before leaving the cupboard. “Right. Let's go and take a look at that console.” Satine rubbed her hands together as approached the terminal, and inserted her stolen code key into the slot. “I’ll bet I can find some juicy details in there.”


Sublevel 1, Barracks Level, 11:52am


“According to the internal security memos, the rebels escaped by subduing and stealing the uniforms of the Seventh and Eighth Sisters.” Cora scoffed dismissively in Satine's ear. “That sounds like the name for my favourite Pantoran metal band. Who in the galaxy are they?” Satine shrugged her shoulders, as her stolen boots rang across the polished black floor. “Well according to the reports they are called inquisitors and since there were two jedi amongst that rebel cell I apprehended, I would hazard a guess and say they are jedi hunters.” Cora tutted her disbelief. “Jedi? Inquisitors? Sounds like a load of hokey religious nonsense to me, skipper. I’ve learned to put my trust in something more tangible. Like a TIE Interceptor or a beautiful woman.” Satine chuckled. “You know, when I was a girl my parents told me about two jedi knights who fought alongside them and Queen Padmé Amidala during the Trade Federation invasion. One of them died when he was slain by a mysterious dark warrior.”


“That sounds like quite the story. Perhaps you tell it to me later, skipper. Say over drinks in your cabin tonight?” Before she could respond to the flirt, Satine heard the sound of two sets of boots ringing off the floor behind her along with two female voices preceding them. Quickly shutting off her earpiece, Satine ducked into a side alcove and peered around the corner to get a glimpse of the new arrivals. They were both dressed in black and to Satine's surprise; nonhuman. One a tall athletic Nogruta and the other a rather fetching Miralian who was shorter and more lithe, both were armed with double hilted gyroscopic lightsabers, mag clamped to their backs. And definitely my size if that uniform is anything to go by. Thought Satine as she scanned the approaching women. If I borrow the Miralian's clothes then I can observe these inquisitors first hand, plus I get access to all areas. Now I must time this perfectly or I will have a whole heap of trouble. I have no desire to try out those blades. Bringing up her right like a blade and taking cover behind the wall, Satine laid in ambush.


“How are you holding up, Seventh Sister? It must have been a terrifying ordeal to lose your uniform to a mere…Mandalorian girl?” Sneered the Fourth Sister, the artificial light from the overhead lighting reflecting from her ochre coloured skin and reptilian amber eyes, her form fitting black armourweave hugging her tight body, hair tendrils emerging from her matching skull cup, a distinctive trait of the Nogruta. The Seventh Sister, a lithe and sultry Miralian with green skin, sharp angular features, framed by her visored helmet, and purple tattoos flowing from her black feline-like eyes, bottom lip and her forehead, flashed her yellow slitted irises dangerously. “Not as it must have hurt you to lose your little apprentice, Barriss was it? I heard my Miralian sister turned from you. “


The Fourth Sister remained impassive. “May I remind you, that I’m not the one who's in disfavour with Lord Vader because she allowed herself to be…seduced by a rebel agent then stripped.” The Nogruta woman snorted, arching her nose and striding ahead with a brisk step. Grinding her teeth in fury, the Seventh Sister balled her fists and stopped by the intersection of the corridor. “Who are-ugh?!” She squeaked with pain, as a swift chop to the side of her neck knocked her instantly unconscious.


Satine caught the limp weight of the Miralian under her shoulders, before dragging her around the corner into a nearby women's locker room. Just ahead, the Fourth Sister glanced briefly over her shoulder and dismissively shrugged as she continued her stride.


Women's Locker Room, Sub-level 1, Barracks Level, 12:00pm



Hearing the sound of rushing water from the nearby showers, Satine draped the unconscious inquisitor over the centre bench then removed the Miralian's conical helmet revealing short messy cropped jet black hair. “Hey, Cora. I’ve just found one of those Inquisitor's, the one that got attacked by Sabine Wren no less.” Satine whispered, injecting a measure of sedative into the Inquisitor's carotid artery, eliciting a soft sigh from the Miralian who slumped further into unconsciousness. Cora chuckled expectantly. “Is she a cutie, skipper? I bet she's a cutie.” Satine checked to see the coast was clear before stripping out of her technician's uniform. “Mhmm, she's a hot Miralian. And she has some nice facial tattoos.” Cora snorted derisively. “Ugh, I find Miralian's a little bit snotty to be honest. I prefer human women.” Satine smiled at the Pantoran's flirt, as she pulled off the Inquisitor's gloves and boots before unclipping her belt. “So, Satine. Do you happen to like tattooed girls? I never had the chance to ask before.” Cora asked coyly.


“You have nothing to fear, Cora. I prefer the colour blue and your gold facial markings are very fetching.” Satine replied, pulling off the Seventh Sister's breastplate and shoulder plates, the imperial wheel printed on both. Hearing the Pantoran giggle, the redhead unbuttoned the Inquisitor's uniform, folding it open and slipping the garment off her shoulders, letting her flop back onto the bench, the Miralian's C-cup breasts quivering underneath the solid black sports she wore. “And she's got some body art, all over her arms too.” Satine noted the flowing tattoos across the woman's toned arms as she unfastened the trousers and peeled them down the Miralian's long green legs, exposing the matching solid black bikini panties covering the Inquisitor's modesty.


On a hunch, Satine caressed the thin stretchy fabric of the Inquisitor's underwear. “Hey, Cora. You’ll never guess but this girl's underwear is actually my size, the bra too.” She grinned mischievously, stripping off the underwear she had taken from the stormtrooper earlier, taking a deep breath as she pulled off the tight vest before slipping off the loose shorts. In her ear Cora snickered. “Oh come on, Skipper. Admit it, you just want to see her naked.” Satine quickly whipped off the Miralian's panties from between her thighs, revealing a small clean shaven womanhood. “There's someone else I’d rather see naked, Cora…” she smirked, pulling up the stolen panties and hearing a coy giggle from her Pantoran pilot. “Oh stop, you're making me blush.” Smiling, Satine rolled the half naked Inquisitor onto her side, admiring her bare pert peach shaped ass as she unhooked the sports bra pulling it loose from her ample chest, giving the red head a good glimpse of the woman's well rounded, springy C-cup breasts with puffy dark green areolas. After snapping on her stolen bra, and grateful for the support Satine wasted no time getting dressed in the Seventh Sister's uniform. “And for the record, Cora, I still don't like stealing another woman's underwear.”


When she was finished, Satine clipped on the lightsaber and sealed the helmet visor shut then hoisted the naked unconscious Miralian Inquisitor underneath her shoulders and dragged her into an open locker. Ignoring the personal pictures of the lockers owner, Satine gently stuffed the sleeping woman into the locker along with the folded technician's uniform and stormtrooper underwear. “Apologies Inquisitor, for the cramped accommodation and taking your underwear but I wasn't going to suffer that uncomfortable underwear a moment longer." She said, leaning against the locker door admiring the naked Miralian. But before she could shut the locker, a young woman's gasp from her left drew her attention.



Peering around the corner Satine saw a young slim ginger haired woman emerge from showers, wearing just a towel wrapped around her naked body, her flame coloured hair hanging damply across her freckled shoulders. She froze seeing Satine in her imposing stolen black uniform. “Inquisitorial business, trooper. Move along.” She said, her voice given a menacing quality thanks to the voice module. The girl nodded, clutching her towel and scurrying back into the showers. Laughing, Satine slammed the locker shut on the naked Miralian leaving her in darkness. “Looks like the personnel here are all scared shitless of the Inquisitors. That might work to my advantage.” She said walking out of the locker room. In her ear, Cora smiled. “Well skipper you always look sexy in black.”


Sublevel 1 Corridors, 12:13pm


“Seventh Sister? There you are. Why are you coming out of an enlisted locker room?” As soon as had left the women's locker room and began to walk down the corridor, Satine heard the clipped tone of the Nogruta Fourth Sister behind her. “Apologies, Fourth Sister. I just needed to use the bathroom urgently.” Satine lied, turning to face the ochre skinned Inquisitor and easily mimicking the Seventh Sister's voice. The Fourth Sister's brow furrowed. “And why are you covering your face, Sister? Are you that overcome with shame?” Satine played the part well, looking down at her feet shuffling them. “Yes. Are you happy, Fourth Sister?” The Nogruta grinned in triumph. “I knew you were all bluster. Come, the Grand Inquisitor is waiting and you know how much he doesn't like to be kept waiting.”


Behind her stolen helmet, Satine smiled as she fell into step beside the woman. The Grand Inquisitor? So they have a leader. Maybe he can explain the recent lapses in security that led to the Spectre cells escape. “If I may say so Seventh Sister, something seems different about you.” The suspicious tone of the Nogruta caught Satine momentarily off balance, she reacted quickly. “Like you said, Fourth Sister I’m in disfavour with Lord Vader and it is impacting my judgement.” She chuckled ironically for effect. “You could say I’m nervous.” The Fourth Sister made a dismissive noise in her throat. “Perhaps…” Underneath her helmet, as they continued their walk Satine breathed a sigh of relief. “Close one skipper, watch your back…” Said Cora, her soft melodious voice reassuring her.


The Inquisitor’s Central Meeting Room, 12:25pm


Following closely behind the Fourth Sister, Satine arrived at a large rectangular room with a single black plasteel table at the centre with windows on the three sides that afforded her a panoramic view of the moon’s oceans. Around the table were two male inquisitors; one a hulking massive grey skinned man of an indeterminate species, with mint green eyes, a right handed cybernetic prosthetic and a saucer like helmet. “Greetings, Fifth Brother.” The Nogruta bowed her head respectfully. While the other was a white skinned bald Pau’an with furrows down his pointed visage and piercing red eyes, highlighted by red tattoos. From the aura of fear and charisma he was exuding, like some higher ranking officers she had met, Satine took him for the Grand Inquisitor.


“Ah welcome, Fourth Sister.” He said in a careful clipped accent that exuded authority, exposing his pointed shark like teeth. “How was your Jedi hunt on…Nakadia, was it not?” The Fourth Sister smirked. “It turned out to be a false lead, my Lord Inquisitor. But I…reminded the informant the cost of spreading false rumours and wasting the Inquisitions time.” There was darkness in the woman's eyes that chilled Satine to the bone. The Fifth Brother shook his massive head. “You've always been reckless and too emotional, Fourth Sister. Just like the Third Sister who thought she could usurp the title of Grand Inquisitor.” He said in a light voice that belied his size, the Grand Inquisitor's eyes tensed at the name but he remained still. “We shall not say the name of that exile in this house.” His slow clipped voice silenced the others bickering, then his eyes flicked straight at Satine. And she got the distinct impression she had been made.


“Do you have something to say, Seventh Sister? You have been uncharacteristically silent during this meeting.” Satine shifted uncomfortably on her feet as the other two Inquisitors looked daggers at her. Stars, he's force aware. They all are and they are looking right at me, shit… “Well, I’m sure the…uh…Fourth Sister had her reasons, Grand Inquisitor.” The Pau’an smiled. “You are not the Seventh Sister, child. I don't sense any force in you. If I were to guess the real Seventh Sister has once again lost her uniform, I shall have another word with her about her complacently. But who are you, that boldly enters this sanctum in disguise?” Satine sighed then opened the visor to her stolen helmet.



She took out her identification and flashed it around the table. “I’m Captain Satine Falére, ISB. From the Office of Internal Efficiency. And you've got some serious questions to answer about your security procedures, Grand Inquisitor.” She said with her back straight and chin high. The two Inquisitors chuckled menacingly as the Grand Inquisitor’s grin widened, his pointed teeth bared. “My my, Captain Falére, you are a brave one. I see the ISB is continuing its long standing tradition of sticking it's nose in somewhere it doesn't belong.” For the first time in a long time, Satine felt true fear. “I-I’m not leaving till I get some answers!” She said standing her ground.


The Grand Inquisitor blinked once. “That won't be up to you, child. And I’ve talked enough to the ISB, farewell Captain Falére.” With that he shot out his hand. Satine felt a wave of concussive force blast her back into the glass behind her. With a grunt she bounced off and rolled once onto her belly, knowing only black.


The Personal Quarters of Captain Satine Falére, the Shadow Vane, 13:30pm


“Satine!? Wake up skipper, say something!” Said a melodious beautiful voice from far away, as Satine blinked her eyes back into focus and feeling a chill on her forehead, seeing the pretty blue face of Cora Yenner emphasised by gold face markings on her cheekbones, long blonde braid dangled across her left shoulder. “Are you an angel?” Satine teased earning a giggle from her Pantoran pilot. “For you babe, I could be.” She winked, taking off the ice pack from Satine's forehead and pulling her up one handed before punching her lightly on her right arm.


“Ow, Cora!” Satine cried, rubbing her arm. “What the hell was that for?!” Cora breathed her expression softening. “You were gone for like an hour, skipper. And…and you had me worried, I mean like really worried.” She gently gripped Satine's arm, squeezing it. Satine felt her heart flutter at the touch. “It was the worst feeling in the galaxy.” She took Cora's hand and returned the gesture. “I’m fine Cora, really. I just got caught by surprise. Thanks for your concern.” She smiled fingers gently caressing Cora's face markings, which made the Pantoran lean in and purr.


“So how did you get caught this time, skipper?” She asked inching a little closer. Satine sighed massaging her sore head. “It turns out these Inquisitors are force sensitives and they hunt Jedi. The Grand Inquisitor had me made the moment I entered the room.” Cora smiled. “So this force thing is real after all. Growing up a speeder kid on Pantora, all we had were each other and that's all we needed, no Jedi, no force. Just each other.” Satine found herself drawing closer to her Pantoran pilot, close enough for them to brush lips. “I’m glad you were in there with me, Cora. In a manner of sp-mmmph!” She cried as Cora quickly kissed her, hard and passionately on the lips. Satine returned it slowly and deliberately at first but then hungrily, letting out the sexual energy that had been building between the two over the last few days. Then after what seemed like an eternity the two slowly parted giggling.


Then the bleeping of an incoming transmission completely killed the mood. The two women rolled their eyes with Cora audibly tutting. “Hold that thought!” Satine said, running over to the intercom. “Yes, Cornell. Is this urgent? I’m in the middle of something.” She grinned, flashing a grin at Cora who seductively flicked her platinum blonde braid. “Sorry, Captain Falére. But we've got a priority transmission from Eriadu, obsidian clearance level.” Her XO replied a very nervous lilt to his voice. Satine shared a surprise look with Cora, they both knew that Obsidian level meant one of the sector governors, a Grand Moff. “Alright, Cornell. Hold the transmission, I’m coming up to the bridge. Falére out.” Gesturing with Cora with her head for follow, Satine buttoned on her white ISB jacket then proceeded to the ship's stairwell, electing not to take the quicker turbolift. “I wonder who we pissed off this time. Better not be Old and Gnarly, ruler of the galaxy.” Cora joked as they took the stairs two at the time.


The Bridge of the Shadow Vane, 13:53pm


“Comms, patch me through.” Satine nodded to her female Comms officer in the operations pit, with Cora standing at her shoulder Satine tucked her hands behind her and straightened her back as the blue holographic figure shimmered into focus. “Oh by the stars…” Cora breathed as the standing gaunt, wiry figure of Grand Moff Tarkin appeared before them. “... it's Grand Moff Chuckles himself.” Tarkin raised a disapproving eyebrow in Cora's direction before turning to Satine.


“Captain Satine Falére. Word has reached me of your recent excursion to the Fortis Inquisitorus…” Tarkin said in clipped aristocratic tones, projecting an air of authority. “...and here to deliver a stern reprimand to you and the ISB for sticking your noses into Lord Vader's business. He was most…displeased with your intrusion into his domain.” Cora chuckled. “...Told you so, skipper.” She uttered under her breath as Tarkin continued, grasping his hands over an invisible desk. “That being said, what you did in infiltrating what is perhaps the most secure installation in the Outer Rim was most impressive, Captain Falére. Although Lord Vader would never admit it.” He said, the corners of his thin mouth twitching slightly as Satine shared a nervous glance with Cora. “What does that mean, Grand Moff sir?” Tarkin stood up from desk, crossing his arms. “What this means, Captain, is that my eyes are upon you now and I will be watching your career with great interest. Continue to impress and good things will come your way. Good luck and farewell.” Satine clicked her heels together and bowed her head as the wiry Grand Moff disappeared. She then felt a gentle squeeze at her shoulder. “Moving up in the world, eh?” Cora winked mischievously. “That's my girl.”



The War Room, Estate of Governor Wilhuff Tarkin, Eraidu, Core Systems, 14:00pm


Cutting the transmission from the Shadow Vane, Grand Moff Tarkin turned from his desk and walked towards the blast resistant glass, his arms tucked behind his back. He glanced over the imposing sharp highland crags shrouded by mist, pointing up like bleached broken ribs, taking in the raw beauty of his homeworld. He reflected that Captain Falére was just like these highlands, a raw uncompromising force of nature but ultimately overlooked, which to him was a criminal waste of a skilled operative. “You should have let me kill her, Governor.” Breathed a dark sinister voice of a man who Tarkin respected but never feared.


Tarkin didn't turn, not to the former jedi knight Anakin Skywalker. “My friend, that would have been a tragic waste of a talented and intelligent officer.” He then turned to face Lord Vader, who seemed to melt into the shadows of the war room. He flicked a finger at the Sith Lord. “Perhaps we should contact Director Brennic and prepare a little test for Captain Falére.” Vader said nothing but merely turned his helmeted head allowing Tarkin to continue. “Call it a test to gauge her suitably for Task Force Eidolon.” He slid seamlessly back into his chair, leaning back into his high backed chair. “If Falére passes then she will be doing the work she was trained to do, before Brennic got his hands on her and decided to waste her talent on trivialities like infiltrating our bases. Not when she can take the fight to the Rebellion. What say you, Vader?” Vader breathed heavily from his mask before sweeping from the room. “As you wish, Governor. But she will never interfere with my business again. Or she might just choke from her meddling.” He breathed angrily, his billowing black cloak trailing after him like shadow.


Smiling smugly from his small victory, Governor Tarkin picked up a steaming mug of caf and studied Captain Falére’s ISB Profile, further impressed by what he saw. He leaned forward, pressing a small button on his desk. “Lieutenant. Contact Director Brennic on Coruscant, priority transmission. Obsidian level Encryption. It's time we had a little talk.” The young woman replied briskly in the affirmative, as Tarkin leant back into his chair taking a long sip from his beverage, feeling the warm liquid heating his cold heart.

[meditions142]

Great new chapter!

I have to say it was really, really fun starting with the classroom session on infiltration and uniform stealing. And what mistakes can give an infiltrator away.

The scene with Kaylee was spectacular. Love how Kaylee is so busy looking for the intruder she allows Satine to sneak up behind her.

Loved the description of the attack "She then jabbed it into the base of the woman's neck, near the brain stem and pressed. The stormtrooper let out a long pained grunt as she convulsed in Satine's arms, shaking slightly before slumping unconscious with a low gasp. Holding the trooper's dead weight under her shoulders, Satine dragged the limp form behind the crates."

When applied near the brain stem it sounds like the Bothan Stunner has quite the effect given the way it made Kaylee grunt and convulse like that. Sounds like it was a bit of a painful experience until Kaylee passed out. I also assume it will keep her asleep for a while given Satine didn't sedate her. How long does a good blast from a Bothan Stunner keep a woman unconscious?

Then love the discussion between Satine and Cora: "I suppose by now you've found some hot young trooper, put her to.sleep and in the process of relieving her of her uniform?” She asked with an air of coyness. Satine giggled, taking off the woman's helmet and whistling low at the attractive heart shaped brunette that was revealed. “Well she's definitely a looker Cora. But she doesn't hold a candle to you, she isn't blue.” and then “But it looks like I’m going to have to take her standard issue underwear as well, I didn't wear any under the wetsuit.”

Love the discussion about the looks of the woman Satine just rendered unconscious.

I also like the comment "At least I was lucky to find this girl who was my size, it's a comfortable fit. But the underwear is a little loose, the shorts are loose and the vest is tight on my tits.” So apparently while having a sexy body Kaylee was not quite a thin or well endowed as Satine.

Next love the scene with Layna. The woman was already on alert but was tricked by the stolen uniform. A good old chokehold to cut off the blonde flow to the pretty blonde's brain.

And love the description of Layna's reaction to the injection "the girl shuddered slightly then slumped with a cute low gasp of breath, into an even deeper sleep."

And loved the description of Layna after being stripped "The fetching little blonde was laying on her side, arm draped over her slim belly, wearing only a pink pastel camisole with lace trim and a tasteful little bow between her pretty breasts, nipples stiffly peaking through the thin fabric, with matching panties complete with ribbon above the gusset on the hemline." Then we get a great dragging scene with Satine actually leaving her sitting again the wall.

I wonder how long the sedative will keep Layna asleep?

Great chapter and two scenes I really, really liked!

Thanks for posting.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Great new chapter!

I have to say it was really, really fun starting with the classroom session on infiltration and uniform stealing. And what mistakes can give an infiltrator away.

The scene with Kaylee was spectacular. Love how Kaylee is so busy looking for the intruder she allows Satine to sneak up behind her.

Loved the description of the attack "She then jabbed it into the base of the woman's neck, near the brain stem and pressed. The stormtrooper let out a long pained grunt as she convulsed in Satine's arms, shaking slightly before slumping unconscious with a low gasp. Holding the trooper's dead weight under her shoulders, Satine dragged the limp form behind the crates."

When applied near the brain stem it sounds like the Bothan Stunner has quite the effect given the way it made Kaylee grunt and convulse like that. Sounds like it was a bit of a painful experience until Kaylee passed out. I also assume it will keep her asleep for a while given Satine didn't sedate her. How long does a good blast from a Bothan Stunner keep a woman unconscious?

Then love the discussion between Satine and Cora: "I suppose by now you've found some hot young trooper, put her to.sleep and in the process of relieving her of her uniform?” She asked with an air of coyness. Satine giggled, taking off the woman's helmet and whistling low at the attractive heart shaped brunette that was revealed. “Well she's definitely a looker Cora. But she doesn't hold a candle to you, she isn't blue.” and then “But it looks like I’m going to have to take her standard issue underwear as well, I didn't wear any under the wetsuit.”

Love the discussion about the looks of the woman Satine just rendered unconscious.

I also like the comment "At least I was lucky to find this girl who was my size, it's a comfortable fit. But the underwear is a little loose, the shorts are loose and the vest is tight on my tits.” So apparently while having a sexy body Kaylee was not quite a thin or well endowed as Satine.

Next love the scene with Layna. The woman was already on alert but was tricked by the stolen uniform. A good old chokehold to cut off the blonde flow to the pretty blonde's brain.

And love the description of Layna's reaction to the injection "the girl shuddered slightly then slumped with a cute low gasp of breath, into an even deeper sleep."

And loved the description of Layna after being stripped "The fetching little blonde was laying on her side, arm draped over her slim belly, wearing only a pink pastel camisole with lace trim and a tasteful little bow between her pretty breasts, nipples stiffly peaking through the thin fabric, with matching panties complete with ribbon above the gusset on the hemline." Then we get a great dragging scene with Satine actually leaving her sitting again the wall.

I wonder how long the sedative will keep Layna asleep?

Great chapter and two scenes I really, really liked!

Thanks for posting.

Thanks my friend glad you enjoyed the story! The initial classroom scene was originally intended to be the epilogue for the first story, but I decided after the two stories that followed to recycle the scene for the beginning of File 04. I think scenes involving the infiltrated discussing how and why they were targeted, before discussing steps to prevent a repeat are few and far between, so I took the liberty. Also it highlights that Satine is an expert in her field and despite her youth, very respected.


Thanks, the scene with Kaylee is another aspect of the 'distracted sentry' trope, this time a sentry that's actually doing her job but still let's herself get taking out by a skilled infiltrator.


Indeed, for Kaylee it would have been quite the uncomfortable experience for the young trooper. Satine's Bothan Stunner as three settings; low, medium and lethal. The low setting puts a woman under for about 2-3 hours, so perfect for a quick infiltration. Then the medium setting lasts for 4-5 hours, which was what Satine used on the unfortunate Kaylee; just the thing for a longer term mission or if Satine plans to do site checks, test Imperial personnel or test an installations security systems. Then there's the lethal setting which stops the heart, making for a quick death. Satine doesn't use this setting in her current role, since she has no wish to harm fellow Imperials more than she as too.


You just know I had to stick in a cute brunette somewhere and that was unlucky Kaylee, who was my favourite victim of this chapter. And while Kaylee's stormtrooper armour did fit Satine, it's generally one size fits all, her underwear didn't and it's fun to picture Satine uncomfortably walking around wearing Kaylee's gear. I would envisage Satine being a fit, slim but athletic redhead, who's well toned thanks to her stormtrooper training and has generous but not absurb C-cup breasts. I think reboot Lara Croft's figure in Tomb Raider 2013.



Yeah, poor Layna is just plain unlucky first time she gets jumped by Sabine Wren then by Satine, who relieves her of her uniform on this occasion. I do like instances where the woman is alert but she gets fooled by the disguise anyway, which shows that Layna while jumpy for good reason, didn't learn from her mistakes. Ironically she was ambushed by women wearing full face disguises, which is such a Star Wars staple.


I think that was my favourite takedown and aftermath to write; the image of little Layna laying there stripped down to her pink camisole and panties definitely put a smile on my face. There is something quite sexy about an unconscious USB victim having her arm draped across her belly, just below her breasts.

The sedative should keep Layna sleeping for the next 8 to 10 hours depending on her health and weight. Layna was an healthy, slim and fit young woman so I'd say the full 10 hours of blissful sleep followed by a mega headache and no memory of what happened to her.


Thanks again for reading and enjoying my friend, it was a pleasure to write and post!

[meditions142]

Indeed, for Kaylee it would have been quite the uncomfortable experience for the young trooper. Satine's Bothan Stunner as three settings; low, medium and lethal. The low setting puts a woman under for about 2-3 hours, so perfect for a quick infiltration. Then the medium setting lasts for 4-5 hours, which was what Satine used on the unfortunate Kaylee; just the thing for a longer term mission or if Satine plans to do site checks, test Imperial personnel or test an installations security systems. Then there's the lethal setting which stops the heart, making for a quick death. Satine doesn't use this setting in her current role, since she has no wish to harm fellow Imperials more than she as too.


The sedative should keep Layna sleeping for the next 8 to 10 hours depending on her health and weight. Layna was an healthy, slim and fit young woman so I'd say the full 10 hours of blissful sleep followed by a mega headache and no memory of what happened to her.

Two wonderful tools!

So sounds like the Bothan Stunner can basically apply varying levels of disruption to the CNS. Fun she used the 4 to 5 hour setting on Kaylee. So I guess it works by firing energy through the victim's nervous system to disrupt it.

Also wonderful how long lasting the sedative used on Layna is. And also good it has a mind erasing property as well. That is always very helpful.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Indeed, for Kaylee it would have been quite the uncomfortable experience for the young trooper. Satine's Bothan Stunner as three settings; low, medium and lethal. The low setting puts a woman under for about 2-3 hours, so perfect for a quick infiltration. Then the medium setting lasts for 4-5 hours, which was what Satine used on the unfortunate Kaylee; just the thing for a longer term mission or if Satine plans to do site checks, test Imperial personnel or test an installations security systems. Then there's the lethal setting which stops the heart, making for a quick death. Satine doesn't use this setting in her current role, since she has no wish to harm fellow Imperials more than she as too.


The sedative should keep Layna sleeping for the next 8 to 10 hours depending on her health and weight. Layna was an healthy, slim and fit young woman so I'd say the full 10 hours of blissful sleep followed by a mega headache and no memory of what happened to her.

Two wonderful tools!

So sounds like the Bothan Stunner can basically apply varying levels of disruption to the CNS. Fun she used the 4 to 5 hour setting on Kaylee. So I guess it works by firing energy through the victim's nervous system to disrupt it.

Also wonderful how long lasting the sedative used on Layna is. And also good it has a mind erasing property as well. That is always very helpful.

Indeed, much like a real world stun gun or taser it sends electrical energy through the victims nervous system, and eventually to the CNS. What Satine did was speed things along by applying the Bothan Stunner directly to the CNS at the brain stem, and short circuiting it.


Couldn't agree more, it's always good for a USB to stay out of the action as much as possible to allow our infiltrator to have more freedom. And to not remember a thing when she wakes up.