Stealing Deliverance:- A Star Wars Story
Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2023 8:18 pm
This one shot is based on the character Lt Iden Versio, from the Star Wars video game Battlefront 2. Iden is the leader of SABRE squadron, an elite team of Imperial commandoes who employ unique unconventional tactics, in the war against the Rebel Alliance. Here Iden as been tasked to infiltrate the rebel MC70 cruiser Deliverance on a lone wolf assignment, and to disable the ship to ensure its capture by the Imperial Star Destroyer Overseer for a critical Imperial operation. Iden will need to use all of her skills in the arts of disguise and infiltration to see the mission through. This is her story...
"Please, stop! I have already told you want to know. No mor-aghhhh!" Lt Iden Versio watched dispassionately through the two way mirror, as the female rebel pilot was sliced again by the vibro-scalpels of the imperial interrogation droid IO-32, in the detention block of the ISD Overseer. The rebel had been captured as part of Operation Nightfall, Iden's assignment to infiltrate the rebel Cruiser Deliverance and disable the ships systems. It had been a simple matter to track the young overdue pilot, Iden herself had disabled the woman's X-wing with Ion-cannons mounted on her TIE Interceptor. She had then been brought onboard the ISD Overseer, stripped of her flight suit and credentials, Iden was already dressed in the woman's orange flight suit, white harness, life support system and matching black boots and gloves. She held the woman's flight helmet, emblazoned twice with the rebel phoenix in blue, in the crook of her arm. On the whole, the outfit was more comfortable compared to imperial dress but Iden still felt like a beggar wearing it. Iden regarded the young pilot, she was young a pretty little thing with high cheekbones rounded features and big brown eyes, her shoulder length brown hair tussled and unruly. Just another Ill disciplined rebel scum, no fit enough to lick a stormtroopers boots thought Iden. The pilot, strapped into the interrogation chair, was clad only in her matching black standard issue crop vest and thong panties, her lean beautiful body marred by multiple lacerations, good looks beaten to a pulp by the attending security officers. Iden's attention was drawn back to the present, as the door to the viewing room opened. "So are you ready to bring glory to the Empire, Lt Versio?" Said Captain Terisa Kerrill, the CO of the Overseer, as she walked in falling in next to Iden. Iden had a lot of respect for Captain Kerrill, unlike Iden who was a Imperial blue blood, Kerrill was a Coruscant street orphan who had risen through the ranks, funding her way through flight school with blood, sweat and more blood, eventually rising to command her very own Star Destroyer. Iden regarded the no nonsense officer, dressed in her olive uniform, her high cheekbones squared features and slanted brown eyes her short hair swept up into an elegant blonde quiff. " Long may it reign, Captain." Iden replied. That satisfied Kerrill, after repeating the oath she pressed a button on the console in front of her. "Finish the Rebel Scum, and get her off my ship." She said to the attending officers. A security officer nodded and drew his blaster, holding it to the rebels head. The rebel pilots eyes widened in shock. "No please! Do--" Her pleading was cut short, her pretty head now a cratered ruin. Kerrill turned to Iden, as stormtroopers dragged the woman's smoking corpse away. " So what is your name and rank, rebel?" She asked her. " Pilot Officer Coreen Nemeas, assigned to the Temperance." Kerrill nodded satisfied " And what happened to your X-Wing pilot?" Iden fixed the Captain with her best Sabacc face. " I had a slight navigation error, which took me away from my assigned patrol route. I'am running on bingo fuel and seek resupply." Kerrill clapped her on her shoulder. "Walk with me, Lieutenant." Falling in step beside each other, the two officers made their way to the hangar.
" Her X-wing is ready to go, and the astromech as been reprogrammed. It is now a loyal servant of the Empire. When you have completed your objective, signal the Overseer with this transponder beacon." Kerrill handed Iden a small device, akin to a communicator. "Then you get the hell out of there. I have heard of the reputation of SABRE Squadron, I look forward to seeing the results." Iden smiled as she saluted the Captain. " I'am proud to bring order to the galaxy. Long live the Empire!" Kerrill returned the salute. "Long may it reign! Good luck, Lieutenant and give them hell." She said as they both shook hands. Iden turned from the Captain, strapping on her stolen flight helmet. Has she climbed into the X-Wings cockpit, Iden caught her reflection. At 27, Iden was a true imperial with sculptured cheekbones heart shaped features and almond shaped brown eyes. Her raven coloured hair, usually done up in a regulation imperial bun, was loose all the better to pass as an Ill disciplined rebel bitch. Finishing her self appraisal, Iden clambered into the cockpit as the R2 astromech completed the necessary preflight checks. When it was finished, Iden flashed Kerrill a parting salute then throttled the X-wing out of the hangar, leaving the ISD Overseer behind. Iden quickly punched in the co-ordinates for the location of the Deliverance into the fighters hyperdrive, then disappeared with a bang as she entered hyperspace.
As she exited Hyperspace, Iden approached the rebel ship shaped like a giant whale with the bridge deck hanging suspended to the ships bottom, connected to the hull by a length of durasteel. Her control board flashed as the Deliverance hailed her. "Attention. Your ship is registered as Alliance. Please identify yourself, pilot." Asked the female voice. Iden took a deep breath. " Pilot Officer Coreen Nemeas, assigned to the Temperance. I was on a routine patrol when my nav system shorted out. The astromech did all he could, but the little guy is all tuckered out. Luckily, I pulled your location from my flight computer. I'am running on bingo fuel and request permission to come aboard for urgent resupply, perhaps a bite to eat before I make the jump back to the Temperance, over." The female voice answered, full of concern. " Sorry to hear that, pilot. Permission granted to come aboard on Hanger deck two. Welcome aboard, pilot. Deliverance out." Iden smiled as the foolish rebel fell for the ruse, she throttled the X-wing towards the Deliverances second hangar. As she throttled down, coming into land Iden considered her next move. Her pilots uniform would not give her free reign over the ship, for that she needed the uniform of a rebel fleet trooper. As the X-Wing landed, Iden clambered out of the cockpit sliding down the ladder. There she came face to face with a rebel engineer, she wore a beige uniform that consisted of matching jacket, trousers and black laced ankle boots. A matching cap perched on her head. "So you reported a nav system error and need some juice right?" Iden inwardly balked at the Ill discipline and lax informality displayed by the woman, but hid it well. "Yeah, I used it all up searching for you. The nav systems shot, and the poor astromech worked his bolts off trying to fix it. He did enough to get me here, I owe him that." Iden adapted copying the rebels easy manner. The engineer nodded. "Yeah, these little guys are the true backbone of the rebellion if you ask me. You pilots are all hotshots. No offence." Iden smiled a fake easy smile. "None taken, so how long are we looking for the repairs? The Temperance must be missing me." The woman massaged her chin, looking pensive. " I can bump you up the queue. No more then an hour, maybe more." Iden smiled, that would be plenty of time for her to complete Operation Nightfall. " Sounds perfect. I will go grab a bite to eat, I haven't eaten in four hours." Iden bade her farewell and scanned the area looking for a suitable female candidate. Sure enough, Iden found one walking out of the hangar she quickly approached her.
Corporal Alexis Boone stopped as a pretty pilot called over to her. "Hi, are you going to the mess hall? I'am starving myself. Fancy a plus one." Always a sucker for a sweet face, Alexis nodded. " Sure, a bit of company couldn't hurt." The brunette pilot smiled a lovely smile as she fell into step beside Alexis. At 24, Alexis was originally a member of the fleet guard of Alderaan until the Empire blew up her home and she was transferred into the Alliance Fleet guard. Her uniform consisted of a blue buttoned shirt, over which she wore a sleeveless black jacket, with grey cargo trousers and black leather boots on her feet. The distinctive white sloped back helmet, with a black front, strapped to her head. Alexis was armed with a DH-17 blaster pistol, holstered at her thigh. Alexis was a looker with shallow cheekbones, rounded features and narrow blue eyes. Her short platinum blonde hair hidden by her helmet, was cut into a pixie cut. She turned to the pretty brunette pilot. "So you are that pilot, that just flew in from the Temperance. That about right?" The pilot nodded, smiling. "My name's Coreen, Coreen Nemeas pilot officer. Pleased to meet you." She held out her hand. " Alexis Boone corporal." Alexis said as she shook it. As the couple rounded an empty corridor, near a storage room. Alexis turned to Coreen, frowning. "If your from the Temperance, then your are with Blue Squadron. Do you know my sister? Staci? She flies A-Wings out of the Temperance." Coreen looked a little nervous but recovered. "Sorry we have never met, it's a big squadron." Alexis shook her head suspicious. " Funny seeing that you are supposed to be her wingmate and best friend. Who are you really? Im-agh." Before she could reach for her blaster, Coreen had punched her in the throat. Alexis fell to her knees choking, her hands clutching her throat. The pilot walked behind her. "My name is Iden Versio, Rebel Scum. Imperial Commando. Coreen is dead, floating naked in the vacuum of space. Now you die." She whispered into Alexis's ear, as she felt her head being pulled back. The last thing, Alexis heard was the sound of a sickening crunch, as Iden Versio snapped her neck using her own helmet. Her lifeless cold eyes staring into the eyes of her killer.
Wasting no time, Iden dragged the rebels troopers corpse into the storeroom behind her. After stripping off the flight suit of Coreen Nemeas, Iden knelt by the dead rebel and began to strip her. She removed the woman's helmet, boots and holster noting the bruising around her throat where she had snapped the woman's head back. Admiring her handiwork, Iden lent the woman's corpse against her body slipping off the sleeveless jacket from her shoulders, then unbuttoned the blue shirt removing that as well. This revealed a white crop vest that covered a well developed pair of C-cup breasts, nipples peaking under the sheer fabric. Letting the half naked corpse hit the deck with a small thump, Iden unfastened the dead girl's cargo pants working them off her hips peeling them down her long legs, exposing a matching pair of white hipster shorts. Iden stood over the underwear clad corpse of the dead rebel, admiring her body, as she dressed in her stolen uniform. Like the real Coreen Nemeas before her, Alexis Boone had looked after her body she was fit toned and athletic, her breasts young and buoyant the ass firm, pert. When she was finished, Iden dragged the underwear clad corpse of Alexis Boone behind a stack of crates, propping her scantily clad body up against them. Iden dumped her flightsuit on top of the corpse, further concealing it. "Hi, my name is Alexis Boone, Corporal." Iden practiced once with her new identity, before she locked the room behind her. Making her way towards the engineering deck.
As she entered the engineering deck, Iden now dressed in the fleet trooper uniform she had taken from Corporal Boone considered her next move. In order to successfully infiltrate the engineering control room, located overlooking the Deliverance's main engines Iden would need to acquire the uniform of an Alliance technician. There were many suitable candidates milling around, dressed in the same uniform worn by the engineer who had greeted Iden when she had first boarded the vessel. She would just need to get an engineer on her own, kill her and take the uniform. Iden had her eye on a pretty ginger haired engineer, who was walking towards her. The girl flashed Iden a quick wink and a smile as she walked past, which she returned. Iden appraised the girl, she looked no more then 20, a looker with high cheekbones, slightly squared features and piercing emerald eyes, a dappling of freckles covered her pale face. Her flame red hair, done up in a small ponytail looped through her cap. Her engineering uniform hugging her slim curves effortlessly. Iden decided to follow the rebel engineer discreetly, waiting for an opportunity to get her alone, after about five minutes the girl had entered a small electrical room. Seizing her opportunity, Iden followed her inside.
Alliance Engineer Carla Hazell, unscrewed the wiring hatch checking for the fault that been reported a few hours earlier by engineering teams. She had only just gotten around to fixing the fault, since her busy schedule had taken her all over the ship. At 20, Carla was a young engineer fresh from the academy on Hosnian Prime. She could been swept up by the Empire, but had fled her home upon graduation to join the Alliance. Carla believed whole heartedly in the Alliance cause, that even she a simple engineer was contributing in her small way to defeat the Empire. And it was a great place to meet lonely girls. Like that fit looking brunette fleet trooper, she passed earlier Carla knew the woman was older then she was but she often went with experience over youth. As the door behind her opened and closed, Carla smiled. " I knew you couldn't stay away, beautiful." She said has she turned around. But before Carla could react, the pretty fleet trooper pinned her to the bulkhead her hand to Carla's mouth to stifle her cries. " You think I would sleep with a Rebel Scum like you. Don't flatter yourself." Carla's eyes widened, an Imperial here! But how?" As Carla whimpered in fear, she felt the Imperials other hand clamp around her slender throat lifting her off the ground as she squeezed tightly. Carla choked for air, her legs kicking has she felt the blood and oxygen being cut from her brain. Tears streamed down Carla's face, as the Imperial squeezed even tighter with hate in her eyes. Suddenly, Carla's hyoid bone broke as her throat was crushed under the Imperials iron grip. Her arms fell limply to her sides, as her feet twitched dangling off the ground. Carla's short service to the Alliance expired, as she let out a small death rattle.
Iden, with her right hand lowered the dead engineer to the deck where she sat slumped against the bulkhead. She stripped off her fleet trooper disguise, then knelt by the dead girl and began to undress her. Iden removed the girls boots, work gloves and cap then worked out her hair tie copying her ponytail then slipped the cap over her head. Iden unbuttoned the dead girl's shirt, slipping it off her shoulders and revealing a nude underwired bra covering a well formed pair of C-cups, a small collection of freckles dappled her neckline. After unbelting the uniform trousers, Iden worked them off the girls hips peeling down her long divine legs, exposing a matching nude coloured thong covering her modesty. Iden quickly got dressed in the dead engineers uniform, then using the girls tools unscrewed a ventilation covering, shoving the girls corpse inside along with her discarded fleet trooper disguise. After she screwed the cover shut, Iden repaired the wiring fault to make sure nobody would come looking for the missing engineer. When she was finished, Iden replaced the tools and walked out of the electrical cupboard. Making her way to the Engineering deck.
Using the uniform of the dead engineer, along with her credentials Iden was able to access the engine deck. There weren't as many officers or engineers milling around as there was in an Imperial engine room. Iden inwardly scoffed it only served as an example of the inefficiency of the Alliance, and how ultimately Imperial discipline would triumph over the Alliances Ill mannered rabble. Iden made her way to the engineering control bay, overlooking the four huge engines that powered the MC70 Cruiser. As she entered the control room, Iden found a single female engineer, a brunette with a light brown braided ponytail looped through her cap manning the control boards. " Hi have you come to keep me company? I have been here on shift for 6 hours and could use the break." She said turning to Iden. " Hold on, are you new here? I haven't seen you before have I?" Iden smiled as she approached the woman, walking behind her. " I have only just transferred onboard, my name is Carla Hazell." The engineer nodded. "Well that explains it then. It is a big ship after all. My name's Sondra Haartz." Iden pretended to look over her shoulder. " Yep, I just got this uniform." Sondra blinked, a note of confusion entered her voice. "W-what?" Iden swiftly snapped her neck with a double handed twist, she let out a brief sigh as she died. " You could use a break, Sondra." Iden said to the engineers corpse, as she dragged the body out of her chair stashing it in a tool cabinet. When she was finished, Iden sat by the control boards seeing what she had to work with. She smiled, from here she could disable the ships critical systems; engines, sensors, weapons and life support. Firstly, she needed to eliminate the crew in engineering so she could safely sabotage the ships systems. Iden first sealed the engineering control room then the deck itself, once the local alarms were disabled, Iden switched off the engineering decks life support systems. She smiled as she watched on the monitors, as 10 rebel scum choked and gasped their last in the engine bay. When she was satisfied that they had all expired, Iden unsealed the control room and switched off the ships engines, weapons, sensors and long range Comms. Iden then switched on her transponder, giving her co-ordinates to the ISD Overseer and smashed the control boards with the tools from her stolen toolbox. With Operation Nightfall compete, Iden left the control room stepping over the corpses of the dead rebels as she made her way back to hangar bay two.
Commander Grogar, the red skinned Mon- Calamari commander couldn't believe what he was seeing. First, all of the ships systems had gone offline then they had lost contact with engineering, to top it all off an Imperial Star Destroyer had just appeared out of hyperspace in front of them. They were dead in the proverbial water." Commander, what do we do, sir?" Asked his Executive Officer Lt Commander Ickbal, a blued mottled Mon Calamari. Grogar sighed. "Whatever we can do, launch our fighters. I'am not giving this vessel up to the Empire with out a fight."
As a group of Gold Squadron pilots ran towards the hangar, Pilot Officer Riley Millar struggled to keep up. At 22, Riley was new to Gold Squadron having only joined the rebellion 3 months ago following the Battle of Hoth. A swoop jockey from Corellia, Riley had joined the rebellion to kick Imperial ass or she would if she could run faster to catch up with her Wingmates. Riley was dressed in a blue Alliance flight suit, which matched the colour of her doe shaped eyes and brought out her slender athletic figure, with a white harness, life support system and matching black gloves and boots, her blaster pistol holstered to her thigh. Her flight helmet perched over her shoulder length dark brown hair. Riley was considered one of the most attractive women in her squadron, with slender cheekbones and angular features. As she rounded the corner, trying to keep pace with her squadron, Riley barely registered a gloved hand seizing her by the throat, followed by another around the top of her helmet. She was dragged struggling into a darkened storage room, the final sensation Riley felt was her head being snapped to the right her neck broke with a loud crack, by her killer. She died instantly as the rest of her Wingmates ran onwards, barely registering her disappearance.
Iden lowered the dead rebel pilot to the floor, then stripped off her engineer disguise. When she was finished she knelt by the dead pilot and began to strip her. Iden removed the woman's helmet, boots, life support pack, harness and thigh holster from her body. Then leaning the woman's corpse against her, Iden unzipped the blue flight suit peeling it off her body, leaving the slim attractive rebel pilot clad only in her standard issue matching sheer black crop vest and black scanty panties. After she finished dressing in her second pilot flight suit of the mission, Iden placed the helmet on top of her head then dragged the pretty pilots corpse over to an open crate, scooping her up and dropping the scantily clad corpse into the crate sealing it. Iden then left the store room and ran with all haste to hangar bay two, apparently just a another rebel pilot answering the emergency scramble.
She quickly ran up to her stolen X-wing, ordering the R2 unit to prepare for takeoff as rebel pilots around her quickly scrambled to their fighters. As she clambered into her stolen X-wing, a voice came from behind her. It was the engineer from earlier. " Are you crazy? That crates not yours. Gold Squadron is over there. Wait don't I know you?" Iden swifly drew the stolen blaster pistol and shot the woman in her chest, she fell to the hangar floor. Before anyone could register the shot, Iden throttled the X-wing incinerating several unlucky rebel soldiers behind her, then gunned the accelerator. As an afterthought, Iden shot the shield emitter at the hangar entrance using the X-wings quad laser cannons, causing a massive decompression that vented half a rebel fighter squadron, including pilots and engineers into deep space. Slowing the X-wing down to half throttle, Iden activated her imperial IFF system and contacted the bridge of the Overseer. A small holographic Captain Kerrill appeared to her right. "Report, Lieutenant Versio." Iden smiled as she answered. "The Deliverance as been disabled, and I decimated Gold Squadron on the way out." Kerrill nodded her head. "Excellent work, Lieutenant. I see the reputation of SABRE squadron was not misplaced. Our TiE squadrons have destroyed their remaining fighters and stormtroopers are already swarming over the rebel scum as we speak. Come on home, Iden. You have brought much glory for the empire this day." Iden flashed a quick salute. " Long may it reign! Captain." Captain Kerrill repeated the oath, as she saluted and her hologram faded. Iden throttled the engine of her X-wing as she flew towards the welcoming sight of the hangar bay of the ISD Overseer.
"Please, stop! I have already told you want to know. No mor-aghhhh!" Lt Iden Versio watched dispassionately through the two way mirror, as the female rebel pilot was sliced again by the vibro-scalpels of the imperial interrogation droid IO-32, in the detention block of the ISD Overseer. The rebel had been captured as part of Operation Nightfall, Iden's assignment to infiltrate the rebel Cruiser Deliverance and disable the ships systems. It had been a simple matter to track the young overdue pilot, Iden herself had disabled the woman's X-wing with Ion-cannons mounted on her TIE Interceptor. She had then been brought onboard the ISD Overseer, stripped of her flight suit and credentials, Iden was already dressed in the woman's orange flight suit, white harness, life support system and matching black boots and gloves. She held the woman's flight helmet, emblazoned twice with the rebel phoenix in blue, in the crook of her arm. On the whole, the outfit was more comfortable compared to imperial dress but Iden still felt like a beggar wearing it. Iden regarded the young pilot, she was young a pretty little thing with high cheekbones rounded features and big brown eyes, her shoulder length brown hair tussled and unruly. Just another Ill disciplined rebel scum, no fit enough to lick a stormtroopers boots thought Iden. The pilot, strapped into the interrogation chair, was clad only in her matching black standard issue crop vest and thong panties, her lean beautiful body marred by multiple lacerations, good looks beaten to a pulp by the attending security officers. Iden's attention was drawn back to the present, as the door to the viewing room opened. "So are you ready to bring glory to the Empire, Lt Versio?" Said Captain Terisa Kerrill, the CO of the Overseer, as she walked in falling in next to Iden. Iden had a lot of respect for Captain Kerrill, unlike Iden who was a Imperial blue blood, Kerrill was a Coruscant street orphan who had risen through the ranks, funding her way through flight school with blood, sweat and more blood, eventually rising to command her very own Star Destroyer. Iden regarded the no nonsense officer, dressed in her olive uniform, her high cheekbones squared features and slanted brown eyes her short hair swept up into an elegant blonde quiff. " Long may it reign, Captain." Iden replied. That satisfied Kerrill, after repeating the oath she pressed a button on the console in front of her. "Finish the Rebel Scum, and get her off my ship." She said to the attending officers. A security officer nodded and drew his blaster, holding it to the rebels head. The rebel pilots eyes widened in shock. "No please! Do--" Her pleading was cut short, her pretty head now a cratered ruin. Kerrill turned to Iden, as stormtroopers dragged the woman's smoking corpse away. " So what is your name and rank, rebel?" She asked her. " Pilot Officer Coreen Nemeas, assigned to the Temperance." Kerrill nodded satisfied " And what happened to your X-Wing pilot?" Iden fixed the Captain with her best Sabacc face. " I had a slight navigation error, which took me away from my assigned patrol route. I'am running on bingo fuel and seek resupply." Kerrill clapped her on her shoulder. "Walk with me, Lieutenant." Falling in step beside each other, the two officers made their way to the hangar.
" Her X-wing is ready to go, and the astromech as been reprogrammed. It is now a loyal servant of the Empire. When you have completed your objective, signal the Overseer with this transponder beacon." Kerrill handed Iden a small device, akin to a communicator. "Then you get the hell out of there. I have heard of the reputation of SABRE Squadron, I look forward to seeing the results." Iden smiled as she saluted the Captain. " I'am proud to bring order to the galaxy. Long live the Empire!" Kerrill returned the salute. "Long may it reign! Good luck, Lieutenant and give them hell." She said as they both shook hands. Iden turned from the Captain, strapping on her stolen flight helmet. Has she climbed into the X-Wings cockpit, Iden caught her reflection. At 27, Iden was a true imperial with sculptured cheekbones heart shaped features and almond shaped brown eyes. Her raven coloured hair, usually done up in a regulation imperial bun, was loose all the better to pass as an Ill disciplined rebel bitch. Finishing her self appraisal, Iden clambered into the cockpit as the R2 astromech completed the necessary preflight checks. When it was finished, Iden flashed Kerrill a parting salute then throttled the X-wing out of the hangar, leaving the ISD Overseer behind. Iden quickly punched in the co-ordinates for the location of the Deliverance into the fighters hyperdrive, then disappeared with a bang as she entered hyperspace.
As she exited Hyperspace, Iden approached the rebel ship shaped like a giant whale with the bridge deck hanging suspended to the ships bottom, connected to the hull by a length of durasteel. Her control board flashed as the Deliverance hailed her. "Attention. Your ship is registered as Alliance. Please identify yourself, pilot." Asked the female voice. Iden took a deep breath. " Pilot Officer Coreen Nemeas, assigned to the Temperance. I was on a routine patrol when my nav system shorted out. The astromech did all he could, but the little guy is all tuckered out. Luckily, I pulled your location from my flight computer. I'am running on bingo fuel and request permission to come aboard for urgent resupply, perhaps a bite to eat before I make the jump back to the Temperance, over." The female voice answered, full of concern. " Sorry to hear that, pilot. Permission granted to come aboard on Hanger deck two. Welcome aboard, pilot. Deliverance out." Iden smiled as the foolish rebel fell for the ruse, she throttled the X-wing towards the Deliverances second hangar. As she throttled down, coming into land Iden considered her next move. Her pilots uniform would not give her free reign over the ship, for that she needed the uniform of a rebel fleet trooper. As the X-Wing landed, Iden clambered out of the cockpit sliding down the ladder. There she came face to face with a rebel engineer, she wore a beige uniform that consisted of matching jacket, trousers and black laced ankle boots. A matching cap perched on her head. "So you reported a nav system error and need some juice right?" Iden inwardly balked at the Ill discipline and lax informality displayed by the woman, but hid it well. "Yeah, I used it all up searching for you. The nav systems shot, and the poor astromech worked his bolts off trying to fix it. He did enough to get me here, I owe him that." Iden adapted copying the rebels easy manner. The engineer nodded. "Yeah, these little guys are the true backbone of the rebellion if you ask me. You pilots are all hotshots. No offence." Iden smiled a fake easy smile. "None taken, so how long are we looking for the repairs? The Temperance must be missing me." The woman massaged her chin, looking pensive. " I can bump you up the queue. No more then an hour, maybe more." Iden smiled, that would be plenty of time for her to complete Operation Nightfall. " Sounds perfect. I will go grab a bite to eat, I haven't eaten in four hours." Iden bade her farewell and scanned the area looking for a suitable female candidate. Sure enough, Iden found one walking out of the hangar she quickly approached her.
Corporal Alexis Boone stopped as a pretty pilot called over to her. "Hi, are you going to the mess hall? I'am starving myself. Fancy a plus one." Always a sucker for a sweet face, Alexis nodded. " Sure, a bit of company couldn't hurt." The brunette pilot smiled a lovely smile as she fell into step beside Alexis. At 24, Alexis was originally a member of the fleet guard of Alderaan until the Empire blew up her home and she was transferred into the Alliance Fleet guard. Her uniform consisted of a blue buttoned shirt, over which she wore a sleeveless black jacket, with grey cargo trousers and black leather boots on her feet. The distinctive white sloped back helmet, with a black front, strapped to her head. Alexis was armed with a DH-17 blaster pistol, holstered at her thigh. Alexis was a looker with shallow cheekbones, rounded features and narrow blue eyes. Her short platinum blonde hair hidden by her helmet, was cut into a pixie cut. She turned to the pretty brunette pilot. "So you are that pilot, that just flew in from the Temperance. That about right?" The pilot nodded, smiling. "My name's Coreen, Coreen Nemeas pilot officer. Pleased to meet you." She held out her hand. " Alexis Boone corporal." Alexis said as she shook it. As the couple rounded an empty corridor, near a storage room. Alexis turned to Coreen, frowning. "If your from the Temperance, then your are with Blue Squadron. Do you know my sister? Staci? She flies A-Wings out of the Temperance." Coreen looked a little nervous but recovered. "Sorry we have never met, it's a big squadron." Alexis shook her head suspicious. " Funny seeing that you are supposed to be her wingmate and best friend. Who are you really? Im-agh." Before she could reach for her blaster, Coreen had punched her in the throat. Alexis fell to her knees choking, her hands clutching her throat. The pilot walked behind her. "My name is Iden Versio, Rebel Scum. Imperial Commando. Coreen is dead, floating naked in the vacuum of space. Now you die." She whispered into Alexis's ear, as she felt her head being pulled back. The last thing, Alexis heard was the sound of a sickening crunch, as Iden Versio snapped her neck using her own helmet. Her lifeless cold eyes staring into the eyes of her killer.
Wasting no time, Iden dragged the rebels troopers corpse into the storeroom behind her. After stripping off the flight suit of Coreen Nemeas, Iden knelt by the dead rebel and began to strip her. She removed the woman's helmet, boots and holster noting the bruising around her throat where she had snapped the woman's head back. Admiring her handiwork, Iden lent the woman's corpse against her body slipping off the sleeveless jacket from her shoulders, then unbuttoned the blue shirt removing that as well. This revealed a white crop vest that covered a well developed pair of C-cup breasts, nipples peaking under the sheer fabric. Letting the half naked corpse hit the deck with a small thump, Iden unfastened the dead girl's cargo pants working them off her hips peeling them down her long legs, exposing a matching pair of white hipster shorts. Iden stood over the underwear clad corpse of the dead rebel, admiring her body, as she dressed in her stolen uniform. Like the real Coreen Nemeas before her, Alexis Boone had looked after her body she was fit toned and athletic, her breasts young and buoyant the ass firm, pert. When she was finished, Iden dragged the underwear clad corpse of Alexis Boone behind a stack of crates, propping her scantily clad body up against them. Iden dumped her flightsuit on top of the corpse, further concealing it. "Hi, my name is Alexis Boone, Corporal." Iden practiced once with her new identity, before she locked the room behind her. Making her way towards the engineering deck.
As she entered the engineering deck, Iden now dressed in the fleet trooper uniform she had taken from Corporal Boone considered her next move. In order to successfully infiltrate the engineering control room, located overlooking the Deliverance's main engines Iden would need to acquire the uniform of an Alliance technician. There were many suitable candidates milling around, dressed in the same uniform worn by the engineer who had greeted Iden when she had first boarded the vessel. She would just need to get an engineer on her own, kill her and take the uniform. Iden had her eye on a pretty ginger haired engineer, who was walking towards her. The girl flashed Iden a quick wink and a smile as she walked past, which she returned. Iden appraised the girl, she looked no more then 20, a looker with high cheekbones, slightly squared features and piercing emerald eyes, a dappling of freckles covered her pale face. Her flame red hair, done up in a small ponytail looped through her cap. Her engineering uniform hugging her slim curves effortlessly. Iden decided to follow the rebel engineer discreetly, waiting for an opportunity to get her alone, after about five minutes the girl had entered a small electrical room. Seizing her opportunity, Iden followed her inside.
Alliance Engineer Carla Hazell, unscrewed the wiring hatch checking for the fault that been reported a few hours earlier by engineering teams. She had only just gotten around to fixing the fault, since her busy schedule had taken her all over the ship. At 20, Carla was a young engineer fresh from the academy on Hosnian Prime. She could been swept up by the Empire, but had fled her home upon graduation to join the Alliance. Carla believed whole heartedly in the Alliance cause, that even she a simple engineer was contributing in her small way to defeat the Empire. And it was a great place to meet lonely girls. Like that fit looking brunette fleet trooper, she passed earlier Carla knew the woman was older then she was but she often went with experience over youth. As the door behind her opened and closed, Carla smiled. " I knew you couldn't stay away, beautiful." She said has she turned around. But before Carla could react, the pretty fleet trooper pinned her to the bulkhead her hand to Carla's mouth to stifle her cries. " You think I would sleep with a Rebel Scum like you. Don't flatter yourself." Carla's eyes widened, an Imperial here! But how?" As Carla whimpered in fear, she felt the Imperials other hand clamp around her slender throat lifting her off the ground as she squeezed tightly. Carla choked for air, her legs kicking has she felt the blood and oxygen being cut from her brain. Tears streamed down Carla's face, as the Imperial squeezed even tighter with hate in her eyes. Suddenly, Carla's hyoid bone broke as her throat was crushed under the Imperials iron grip. Her arms fell limply to her sides, as her feet twitched dangling off the ground. Carla's short service to the Alliance expired, as she let out a small death rattle.
Iden, with her right hand lowered the dead engineer to the deck where she sat slumped against the bulkhead. She stripped off her fleet trooper disguise, then knelt by the dead girl and began to undress her. Iden removed the girls boots, work gloves and cap then worked out her hair tie copying her ponytail then slipped the cap over her head. Iden unbuttoned the dead girl's shirt, slipping it off her shoulders and revealing a nude underwired bra covering a well formed pair of C-cups, a small collection of freckles dappled her neckline. After unbelting the uniform trousers, Iden worked them off the girls hips peeling down her long divine legs, exposing a matching nude coloured thong covering her modesty. Iden quickly got dressed in the dead engineers uniform, then using the girls tools unscrewed a ventilation covering, shoving the girls corpse inside along with her discarded fleet trooper disguise. After she screwed the cover shut, Iden repaired the wiring fault to make sure nobody would come looking for the missing engineer. When she was finished, Iden replaced the tools and walked out of the electrical cupboard. Making her way to the Engineering deck.
Using the uniform of the dead engineer, along with her credentials Iden was able to access the engine deck. There weren't as many officers or engineers milling around as there was in an Imperial engine room. Iden inwardly scoffed it only served as an example of the inefficiency of the Alliance, and how ultimately Imperial discipline would triumph over the Alliances Ill mannered rabble. Iden made her way to the engineering control bay, overlooking the four huge engines that powered the MC70 Cruiser. As she entered the control room, Iden found a single female engineer, a brunette with a light brown braided ponytail looped through her cap manning the control boards. " Hi have you come to keep me company? I have been here on shift for 6 hours and could use the break." She said turning to Iden. " Hold on, are you new here? I haven't seen you before have I?" Iden smiled as she approached the woman, walking behind her. " I have only just transferred onboard, my name is Carla Hazell." The engineer nodded. "Well that explains it then. It is a big ship after all. My name's Sondra Haartz." Iden pretended to look over her shoulder. " Yep, I just got this uniform." Sondra blinked, a note of confusion entered her voice. "W-what?" Iden swiftly snapped her neck with a double handed twist, she let out a brief sigh as she died. " You could use a break, Sondra." Iden said to the engineers corpse, as she dragged the body out of her chair stashing it in a tool cabinet. When she was finished, Iden sat by the control boards seeing what she had to work with. She smiled, from here she could disable the ships critical systems; engines, sensors, weapons and life support. Firstly, she needed to eliminate the crew in engineering so she could safely sabotage the ships systems. Iden first sealed the engineering control room then the deck itself, once the local alarms were disabled, Iden switched off the engineering decks life support systems. She smiled as she watched on the monitors, as 10 rebel scum choked and gasped their last in the engine bay. When she was satisfied that they had all expired, Iden unsealed the control room and switched off the ships engines, weapons, sensors and long range Comms. Iden then switched on her transponder, giving her co-ordinates to the ISD Overseer and smashed the control boards with the tools from her stolen toolbox. With Operation Nightfall compete, Iden left the control room stepping over the corpses of the dead rebels as she made her way back to hangar bay two.
Commander Grogar, the red skinned Mon- Calamari commander couldn't believe what he was seeing. First, all of the ships systems had gone offline then they had lost contact with engineering, to top it all off an Imperial Star Destroyer had just appeared out of hyperspace in front of them. They were dead in the proverbial water." Commander, what do we do, sir?" Asked his Executive Officer Lt Commander Ickbal, a blued mottled Mon Calamari. Grogar sighed. "Whatever we can do, launch our fighters. I'am not giving this vessel up to the Empire with out a fight."
As a group of Gold Squadron pilots ran towards the hangar, Pilot Officer Riley Millar struggled to keep up. At 22, Riley was new to Gold Squadron having only joined the rebellion 3 months ago following the Battle of Hoth. A swoop jockey from Corellia, Riley had joined the rebellion to kick Imperial ass or she would if she could run faster to catch up with her Wingmates. Riley was dressed in a blue Alliance flight suit, which matched the colour of her doe shaped eyes and brought out her slender athletic figure, with a white harness, life support system and matching black gloves and boots, her blaster pistol holstered to her thigh. Her flight helmet perched over her shoulder length dark brown hair. Riley was considered one of the most attractive women in her squadron, with slender cheekbones and angular features. As she rounded the corner, trying to keep pace with her squadron, Riley barely registered a gloved hand seizing her by the throat, followed by another around the top of her helmet. She was dragged struggling into a darkened storage room, the final sensation Riley felt was her head being snapped to the right her neck broke with a loud crack, by her killer. She died instantly as the rest of her Wingmates ran onwards, barely registering her disappearance.
Iden lowered the dead rebel pilot to the floor, then stripped off her engineer disguise. When she was finished she knelt by the dead pilot and began to strip her. Iden removed the woman's helmet, boots, life support pack, harness and thigh holster from her body. Then leaning the woman's corpse against her, Iden unzipped the blue flight suit peeling it off her body, leaving the slim attractive rebel pilot clad only in her standard issue matching sheer black crop vest and black scanty panties. After she finished dressing in her second pilot flight suit of the mission, Iden placed the helmet on top of her head then dragged the pretty pilots corpse over to an open crate, scooping her up and dropping the scantily clad corpse into the crate sealing it. Iden then left the store room and ran with all haste to hangar bay two, apparently just a another rebel pilot answering the emergency scramble.
She quickly ran up to her stolen X-wing, ordering the R2 unit to prepare for takeoff as rebel pilots around her quickly scrambled to their fighters. As she clambered into her stolen X-wing, a voice came from behind her. It was the engineer from earlier. " Are you crazy? That crates not yours. Gold Squadron is over there. Wait don't I know you?" Iden swifly drew the stolen blaster pistol and shot the woman in her chest, she fell to the hangar floor. Before anyone could register the shot, Iden throttled the X-wing incinerating several unlucky rebel soldiers behind her, then gunned the accelerator. As an afterthought, Iden shot the shield emitter at the hangar entrance using the X-wings quad laser cannons, causing a massive decompression that vented half a rebel fighter squadron, including pilots and engineers into deep space. Slowing the X-wing down to half throttle, Iden activated her imperial IFF system and contacted the bridge of the Overseer. A small holographic Captain Kerrill appeared to her right. "Report, Lieutenant Versio." Iden smiled as she answered. "The Deliverance as been disabled, and I decimated Gold Squadron on the way out." Kerrill nodded her head. "Excellent work, Lieutenant. I see the reputation of SABRE squadron was not misplaced. Our TiE squadrons have destroyed their remaining fighters and stormtroopers are already swarming over the rebel scum as we speak. Come on home, Iden. You have brought much glory for the empire this day." Iden flashed a quick salute. " Long may it reign! Captain." Captain Kerrill repeated the oath, as she saluted and her hologram faded. Iden throttled the engine of her X-wing as she flew towards the welcoming sight of the hangar bay of the ISD Overseer.
