The Imperial Base Inspector:- File 03 Aldhani:- A Star Wars USB Tale

[Stormtrooper1990]

A week after her success on the outer rim world of Lothal, ISB Captain Satine Falére is awaiting her nice assignment. In the meantime her infiltration classes have already had the desired effect, with a marked increase in security and detection rates in Imperial bases across the Core Worlds and Mid Rim. However, her next assignment will take her to the mid rim world of Aldhani, the scene of a recent heist of the quarterly system payroll for the entire sector, a total of 40 million Imperial Credits. In what seems to be a routine assignment will into anything but for Satine…



The Camp of Saw Gerrera, Outskirts of Jedha City, Jedha, 11 BBY, 10:45am



Now dressed in the clothes she had stolen from the dead rebel girl, 18 year old Satine Falére or imperial stormtrooper TK designation 243 covered her face as she stalked the detention block in search of her friend and lover Jan Kimball. Satine hadn't seen Jan since was stripped of her armour and dragged out of their shared cell two days ago to see this ‘Borgullet’ the rebel scum had spoken of, before she had snapped the little rebel's neck. What this creature was doing to her girlfriend Satine didn't know, a part of her didn't want to know. Jan's bloodcurdling terrified screams over the last two days hadn't filled her with hope and then the sudden silence had Satine very worried. All that matters is that we escape from this dust ball and get back to the Empire. Then they can raze this mountain to the ground. The young redheaded Naboo took a deep breath, steeling herself for the trials ahead. Please be alive Jan, by the stars, please be alive.


Rounding the rocky dimly lit tunnel, Satine saw two rebel men, both humans, leave a cell on her right hand side, their faces helmeted and covered only their eyes visible under their scarves. They were laughing as one closed the cell door, while his partner zipped up his pants before they turned and walked towards her. Covering her face, Satine approached them, catching a snippet of their conversation. “The Borgullet sure took her time with her, and she was so feisty too, eh Jacen?” The man on the right laughed. “That she was Carl. Practically begging us to let her little redheaded girlfriend go. But now she's so innocent and the boss wants us to do what we please with the little imp bitch what we please.” A feral grin reached the rebel's ice cool blue eyes. “I’m looking forward to sampling that little redheaded girl. You know, after the Borgullet has had its way with her.” Carl nodded in agreement. “It would be the kindest thing to do, reunite the two lovers after all they've been through.” He added sardonically.


Hearing the receding laughter of the men as they disappeared around the corner, it took all her self control and training for Satine not to draw her stolen blaster and gun the rebel scum down where they stood. But she didn't like what she had just heard and her fears for Jan only grew. Quickening her pace, the redhead arrived at the cell and looked through the cell door. “Janny? Janny? Can you hear me?” She said seeing the back slim athletic form of her lover, the pretty brunette from Corellia, clad only in her imperial standard issue white vest and panties who was rocking gently backwards and forwards. “Janny, it's me Satine. I’m going to get you out of here, babe.” Her voice trembling, Satine opened the door and approached her lover gently placing a hand on her shoulder to turn Jan around.


“What did those bastards do to you, sweetheart? Oh my god…” she breathed, tears in her eyes seeing the blank expression on her pretty face, once full of life and vigour. The light from her bright hazel eyes now gone, soul torn from them. “Oh…Janny. No, no, no.” She sobbed, holding the shattered husk of her lover tightly, gently rocking her. Jan didn't even return the hug, just kept on mumbling the same thing over and over again. “J-janny, baby. What are you t-trying to tell me?” She said pulling out of the one sided embrace, gasping as she saw her own face stare back at her. “Wake up, Satine…”


Captain Satine Falére’s Residence, Apartment 405, Northern Financial District, Coruscant, 5 BBY, 04:25am


“Janny! No!” Satine woke with a start shooting bolt up right in her bed, body slick with sweat and breathing heavily. “Oh by the stars…” she breathed cupping her head with her hands. “...it's just another nightmare.” Running her head through her auburn hair, Satine Falére switched on her bedroom light on low dimmer and rose from her double bed, walking past the majestic early morning skyline of Coruscant's Northern Financial District, the small lights of speeder bikes zipping between the towers like the marsh fireflies of her homeworld of Naboo. Dressed only in her night clothes, white cropped camisole with black hipster shorts Satine approached her dresser. On it was the display for her Steel Crest of Resolve, awarded to her for escaping the nightmarish warrens of Saw Gerrera’s hideout on Jedha 6 years ago, dangling from the top right corner were her old stormtrooper holotags. Satine's gaze then lingered on the framed holoframe to the left, sighing she picked it up.


Taken on the day of their formation, the 6 men and 4 women of Squad Delta-9 beamed back, fresh faced and ready to serve the Empire upon the sands of Jedha. Satine's eyes were immediately drawn to her younger version standing in the second from the left, next to Jan Kimball who looked so full of life and energy. The redheaded Naboo gently stroked the beaming face, remembering how they befriended each other over their love of speeders. A friendship that soon blossomed into something more. Satine could remember the trysts they had in the showers during shakedown and their quiet love making in their small bunk beds. Their sergeant, a beefy but charismatic man named Henkel or FN-6271, who stood at the front of the group, knew about their relationship as did the rest of the squad but they all kept their secret and watched their backs as only brother and sisters in arms could. All that charisma didn't stop a sniper bolt to his head though. The red head thought darkly, as she placed the squad picture down. Letting her friends rest, Satine retreated to the bathroom.



“ Stars, you look terrible Satine.” She quipped dryly seeing her tired but attractive reflection in the mirror, blinking slightly from the artificial light above her. Approaching the sink to splash water on her weary face, Satine's eyes were drawn to the faint laser burn scar on her lower left ribcage partially hidden by her camisole. It was a gift from a traitorous quartermaster she had exposed during her audit of the Kuat Shipyards, a year ago. That was the closest she had been to death since Jedha, the stolen stormtrooper armour she had been wearing on that day taking the brunt of the damage. The rebel sympathiser hadn't been lucky, Satine had returned fire and gunned the man down with a shot to the face and had his entire smuggling ring, 15 all told, arrested. And that wasn't even my finest career moment… she chuckled to herself, feeling the cool embrace of water on her face.


Satine's previous actions had taken her all across the galaxy; from a six week undercover operation at Satellite Base 7 orbiting Corellia where she had exposed a six strong rebel terrorist cell using falsified astrogation logs, to the Smugglers Moon deep in Hutt Space, Nar Shaddaa itself, a couple of years ago. She had incapacitated a Hutt slave girl and stolen her clothes to infiltrate the court of Varga the Hutt, to rescue a lost ISB asset, fortunately the mission was a success and she personally executed four rebel agents, one of them an ex-imperial defector. And the best thing about it was that I even got to keep that slave girls outfit. But I haven't had a chance to break it out in the last year, not after Lottie. I wonder where she is now? I miss that wicked smile… A knock at her front door shook the thoughts of Satine's ex-girlfriend from her mind. After drying her face and switching off the faucet, the redhead pulled on a thin dressing gown before opening her front door.



“Well, you needn't have got dressed on my account, skipper.” Beamed Ensign Cora Yenner brightly as she scanned Satine's scantily clad body seductively, with her big ice blue eyes. Long silky platinum blonde hair hanging loose about her shoulders in a cut that wasn't Imperial regulation. Satine couldn't help but return the blue skinned Pantoran’s looks, taking in the tall lithe figure emphasised by a tight black leather imperial TIE pilot's jacket, lined along the arm seams in yellow, with matching cargo trousers and laced ankle boots. Two custom Pantoran heavy blasters were holstered at her hips, also not imperial regulation. The Captain's eyes lingering on the woman's cleavage, covered by a white tank top and wide hips. “Liking what you see, Satine?” she said coyly, placing her hand on her hip. Despite her tiredness, Satine had to grin. “You are definitely a credit to your uniform…in all the right places, Cora.”


The blue skinned woman winked and laughed, the gold tattoos on her face dancing before she glanced at Satine's scar. “Why thank you Skipper, I happen to like a girl with scars, they tell all sorts of stories. Feel like sharing it over drinks later?” Satine grinned letting her pass through. “You are relentless, Cora. I’ve never known another woman like you.” The Pantoran lent against her caf table, a playful look in her eyes. “Well, like when I’m in the cockpit when I see a target in my scope, I go after it.” She said holding her hands up at Satine like a blaster. Satine winked, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “Well as much I appreciate all this flirting, Cora, you obviously didn't call just to chat me up.”


The Pantoran shrugged, although the smile didn't leave her eyes. “I have good news and bad news, Skipper. Which do you want first?” Satine walked over into the kitchen to prepare two cups of caf. “You know I just love bad news. Shoot Cora.” Cora folded her arms under her breasts. “That rebel cell you arrested on Lothal? They've escaped from some top secret Imperial black site called The Fortis Inquisitorus in the Mustafar System.” After activating the kettle, Satine slammed her first on the counter. “What the hell?! After I busted my ass to bring them in!” She said, whipping around in anger. Cora wanly smiled. “Perhaps we should ask Director Brennic if we can pay them a little visit? Find out what they're playing at.” Satine found her mood lightening at Cora's easy smile. “You know I like the way you think, Ensign.” Handing the Pantoran a steel cup full of the steaming beverage, Satine stood next to her. “So what's the good news?”


The blonde Ensign grinned, blowing her caf before taking a sip. “The Director sent for you, Skipper. He has your next assignment and a surprise for all your hard work. He wants to meet you in a couple of hours.” Satine took a gulp of caf, feeling the warm caress of the liquid down her throat. “I suppose I should be honoured, although it feels empty now. What with those rebels escaping and all. Right, I will get showered and into uniform. Make yourself at home, Cora.” Finishing off her caf, Satine retreated into the bathroom as Cora’s attention was drawn to the dresser in her bedroom.


Hearing the sound of rushing water coming from the adjoining bathroom, Cora took a sip from her caf and approached Satine's dresser. The young Pantoran was impressed at the fancy yet spartan digs, a far cry from her days as a speeder urchin running with the Frostwretches spraying anti imperial graffiti, leaving her personal tag; a curved “Y” logo that stood for Yetta, on the side of imperial checkpoints. Noticing a framed medal and squad photograph, Cora picked up the medal. “ A Steel Crest of Resolve?! They don't just hand these out, Skipper. Did you get this for Jedha?” Cora asked, taking a sip of her caf. “Yeah, I got that for being the only member of my squad to make it out of that shit hole. Somehow, they all died and I lived. I wish I could have saved all of them, especially my Jan.” Cora put down the medal and turned to the squad holo. “Is that Jan, standing next to you? She's very pretty.” Satine sighed. ” She was the first girl I have ever kissed. Have you ever had someone you loved, Cora?”


The Pantoran smiled wistfully. “Lieutenant Maeryn Korr from Balmorra, a senior officer and wingmate in the 201st Interceptor Wing, the “Gallows Fire”. Short silky brown hair and big blue eyes, with a tight athletic figure and wicked laugh. We got caught having sex in her TIE Interceptor. Good times.” Satine chuckled. “She sounds dreamy, what happened to her.” Cora finished off her caf then walked back towards the kitchen. “Maeryn was transferred to the Airbase on Zherat IV, that way we both avoided demotions and the honour of the squadron remained intact.” she said sitting on the couch in the living room. “Sorry to hear that Cora. I know what it is to try and get around the rules about fraternisation. Perhaps you'll find someone to hold you soon enough.” Cora leaned back, crossing her legs and grinned. “Working on it, Skipper. She might be closer than you'd think.”


Five minutes later, Satine emerged from her bedroom wearing her crisp, starched white ISB uniform tunic with black trousers, jackboots and matching cap perched on her short auburn hair tied into an elegant short ponytail. “Have I told you before, skipper, that you fill out a uniform like no one's business?” Cora winked, rising from the lounge sofa and flashing the red head an appreciative look. Grabbing her white ISB duster Satine pulled it on. “You don't look too bad yourself, Ensign Yenner. Shall we?” She said, thumbing the door behind her. “After you, skipper.” She smiled nodding suggestively. Satine shook her head playfully. “Oh no, after you Ensign. In fact I’m pulling rank.” The Pantoran let out a silky laugh as she led the way out of the apartment, with Satine scanning her well formed pert ass on the way out, liking what she saw.



The Office of Director Nils Brennic, 50th Floor, Imperial Security Bureau Headquarters, 06:05am


“You've heard just as much as I have, Captain.” Said Director Brennic, handing over a steaming mug of caf to Satine. “The Ghost Cell escaped from the Fortis Inquisitorus but I can't get any more information than that. I keep on getting stonewalled by Moff Tarkin of all people.” He sighed as the two retreated to their chairs, sipping their drinks. “Then get me inside, sir.” She said, taking her seat opposite Brennic. “I-we-need to know how those bastards escaped and make sure it doesn't happen again.” The Director nodded. “I agree, however it will take time to organise and keep it under the nose of Tarkin. The man is insufferably paranoid.” He then paused taking a measure of caf before continuing. “But I’m getting ahead of myself, it's about time we discussed your next assignment. There is someone who should be joining us…” he pressed a button on his desk “...send the lieutenant in, Tanya.”


Satine turned to see a familiar face enter the office and salute them both. “Captain Falére, allow me to introduce…” Satine rose from her seat to shake the blonde woman's hand. “No need, sir. She attended one of my classes. So Lt Meero, how goes the hunt for Cassian Andor?” The severe, slightly squared face of Lieutenant Dedra Meero sighed as she took a seat next to the redheaded Captain. “I wish I had better news, Captain. The man is a ghost, since his involvement in the Aldhani heist. 45 million credits is stolen from the Aldhani garrison, the quarterly payroll for the entire sector, right under my nose.” Satine swapped glances with Brennic who tented his figures. “So how can the Office of Internal Efficiency assist your investigation, Lieutenant Meero?”


Dedra turned to Satine. “Your activities in infiltrating our bases and exposing their weakness have become the talk of the entire ISB, Captain. I would like you to infiltrate the Aldhani garrison and commit a full security audit on the base. I want answers as to how the Imperial Army screwed up so royally.” Satine lent forward, crossing her legs. “You know by now they would have beefed up security, any audit we do would have minimal value.” Dedra shrugged. “With respect, the Imperial Army has been lax with its security procedures for far too long. Your infiltration will make sure the rebels don't pull something like this again.”



Satine glanced at Dedra then at Brennic who nodded his ascent. “Consider it done, Lieutenant. Infiltrating the Army should be a welcome change of pace.” The blonde officer smiled, rising from her chair. “Thank you, Director. And Captain…” she held out her hand which Satine shook. “...good luck, I look forward to reading your report.” Flashing them both salutes, she strode from the office. Brennic followed her out with his eyes. “I would beware that one. She's ambitious and envious of your position, this whole assignment could be a way of baiting you to fail.” Satine sighed, shaking her head. “Well, I won't give her the satisfaction if that's the case. I’m damn good at my job, after all.” The Director flashed her a look of concern. “Just watch your back, Falére. I have seen many good officers get pulled down because of backroom office politics, it would be a shame to lose such a promising young officer like you.” he said with a look of fatherly pride at her.


Satine smiled. “Thank you, sir. Now Cora mentioned that you had a reward for my recent service?” Chuckling, Director Brennic rose from his chair. “Yes. It seems that that Pantoran pilot of yours likes to talk, she can't seem to keep a secret.” The thought of Cora made the redheaded Naboo grin even wider, as they approached the exit to Brennic's office. “I have given you access to one of our newest stealth corvettes, the Shadow Vane. She's a specially modified Raider class with a prototype stealth drive based on the Marauder class attack shuttle. She's got a full crew all awaiting your command.”


Satine's eyes widened in surprise. “Sir? I-I don't believe I deserve such high praise.” She gasped but Brennic waved her off. “Nonsense! You have a bright future in the ISB, Falére and you deserve a reward for all your hard work. Besides, you need a fast ship to get around undetected. Treat her well and good hunting, captain. “ Returning the man's salute, Satine turned on her heels and left the office with military precision.


The Adjudicator, Coruscant High Orbit, 09:00am


“I can't believe he actually gave me command of a ship, Cora? Me? A former stormtrooper and now ISB Captain with top secret clearance. I never wanted to command anything.” Satine said as she leaned back into the co-pilot's chair, watching Cora set a course for the waiting Shadow Vane. “I don't know, Skipper. I think command is a good look on you, it makes you more…attractive.” She said with a hint of coyness to her voice. Satine laughed at the Pantoran, suddenly feeling the urge to squeeze her hand. “And I wasn't more attractive before…? She shook her head, blinking as she noticed a holocard of Grand Admiral Thrawn, with a scratched corner, tucked on the dashboard. “Cora? Why do you have a holocard of Thrawn on your dash? Do you have a crush on him, Ensign?”


Cora scoffed at the gentle tease. “What?! No! He's definitely not my type, I mean you're more my speed. It's just…he's my good look charm alright, I’ve had that since the academy. He's my muse, the blue bastard. Like me he's one of the few non-humans in the fleet, a real inspiration.” Satine nodded. “I can understand that. I’ve never had the pleasure myself but I’ve heard he's a legend.” Cora flashed a wicked grin. “You know, I met him when he was running an inspection of the TIE Defender factory on Lothal.” Satine shot her an incredulous look. “Seriously? You've met a living Imperial legend.” Cora actually giggled in reply. “Mhm. He shook my hand and I called him, ‘Ol’ Red Eyes.’” Satine gasped audibly. “You're kidding?! How did he take that?” The Pantoran merely shrugged. “He just smiled at me and said that it was a shame there weren't more Pantorans in the fleet.”


Satine shook her head in disbelief. “You are something else, Cora. What is it with you and the nicknames?” Cora smiled as she weaved the shuttle past a descending Gozanti freighter. “I was born an orphan and raised by the state, my first name was given to me and per Pantoran custom I wasn't worthy to be given a family name. So when I escaped the orphanage and joined the Frostwretches, I started to give people nicknames. It was our form of rebellion to give ourselves identities the state denied us.” Satine couldn't help but place a hand on her pilot’s shoulder, squeezing it. “Cora, I’m so sorry. It sounds like you had a rough start to life, I can't even imagine…”


The Pantoran grinned, leaning into the touch. “It's fine really, skipper. I joined the Empire and was given purpose, showing all those stuffy instructors at Corulag what a non-human could do. I became worthy of the name the Imperial recruiter gave me, and eventually I met you. Happy ending…” an awkward silence came over the two, for a second their eyes met before they began to draw closer together. “Shadow Vane to approaching shuttle, we are on official ISB business. State your intentions and transmit your flight codes.” A woman's voice came over the comm, interrupting the tender moment. Pulling out awkwardly the two looked out the cockpit to see the slick wedge shaped corvette loom before them, its hull painted an imposing black the sigil of the ISB painted into its port side. “That's about the second beautiful thing I’ve seen so far…” Satine breathed as Cora winked transmitting their clearance codes. “Adjudicator to Shadow Vane. This is Ensign Cora Yenner, personal pilot to Captain Satine Falére. Transmitting code IDs and requesting permission to board, over…”


The Bridge of the Shadow Vane, Coruscant Los Orbit, 09:13am



“ Officer on deck! Look sharp!” Bellowed a middle aged ISB officer, the rank board on his left shoulder indicating the rank of Lt Commander, as Satine with Cora by her side strode onto the bridge deck. The officers in the command pit, a mixture of young men and women, snapped to attention. The officer, a middle aged dark haired man with a trimmed pencil moustache, clicked his heels together and saluted. “Captain Falére? It's an honour, ma’am. My name is Lt Commander Silas Cornell. I will be serving as your executive officer.” Returning the man's salute, Satine shook his hand, finding his grip firm and decisive.


“Thank you, Cornell. She's a fine ship, I look forward to working with you.” Cornell nodded. “I look forward to giving the grand tour when we hit hyperspace. Speaking of which, do you have the destination of your first mission, ma’am?” But it wasn't Satine who answered, Cora flashed the man a wink. “That would be Aldhani, Hairy-Lip.” That led to deep breaths throughout the bridge and a couple of sniggers from the command pit. “E-excuse me? Ensign? What did you call me!?” Cornell said scandalously. “It's alright, Cornell. Let's get to light speed and we take that tour.” Satine said, holding up a placating hand. To his credit the executive officer recovered well. “You heard the woman!” The man barked to the command pit, which became a hive of activity. “Set course for the Aldhani system! On the double!” He then turned back to Satine. “Now, if you'd follow me ma’am, I will give you the tour.” Falling in behind Cornell, Satine and Cora left the bridge just as the Shadow Vane shot straight into the roiling blue of hyperspace.



The Adjudicator, Crew Compartment, The Next Morning, 10:00am


“I can't believe you called Cornell, ‘Hairy Lip’ to his face, Cora? You really are crazy.” Satine chuckled, buckled on her black breastplate over her matching uniform. “If you ask me, the guy needed to loosen up a little.” Cora shrugged nonchalantly, her attractive blue features illuminated by the holographic display of the Aldhani Dam. “So the Aldhani garrison? What do we know about it?” Satine gestured with her head to the hologram, still grinning as she strapped on her black goggled helmet.


Cora’s gaze lingered on Satine's body before she returned to the display. “Your usual footslogger base, with at least a full company plus sentry patrols around the base perimeter. We also have a local ritual site in the valley and TIE patrols from the nearby Alikhanzi airbase who run frequent CAPs, performing overwatch. Which have become more frequent thanks to this Andor character.” Satine nodded. “So they've actually updated security for once? Makes a nice change.” Cora flashed her a brief look of concern. “Not to be a downer, Skipper but you need to be careful. They are going to be on high alert for infiltrators, this heist has put them on edge.”


Heading towards the ramp release, Satine flashed her a wink. “Don't worry, Cora. I’ve infiltrated much more highly guarded places than this, just read my file.” She thumped the red button, feeling the rush of cool morning air caress her face. “I’ll be back before you know it.” The red head smirked over her shoulder, before striding down the ramp. “I’ll hold you to that, Satine!” Cora called back, taking an appreciative look at the Captain's retreating pert ass.


Aldhani, 5 klicks from the Dam Garrison, 10:15am


Satine's first impressions of Aldhani as she followed the path up was of a world of rugged beauty; not the verdant bright grasslands, stunning waterfalls or humid bayous of her homeworld, Naboo. But one of temperate pine and spruce forests. Rugged highlands that reminded Satine of Naboo's Northern Reaches, where she used to hike with her father when she was a girl and a creek that divided the valley leading up all the way to her destination. Compared to Lothal, this place was a paradise. “Incoming TIE patrol, skipper! Take cover!” Cora cried into the redhead's earpiece. Hearing the telltale scream of TIEs above her head, Satine dived into the cover of the treeline.


“That was too close, thanks Cora.” Satine said crouching behind a rock watching the TIEs recede further into the valley. “That's what I’m here for, Skipper. That and being the Empire's prettiest mistake.” Satine smiled at the Pantoran's joke, as she crept forward taking care not to step on the litter of leaves underfoot. “I wouldn't say you're a mistake, Cora. But I definitely agree with you on the pretty part.” Her pilot giggled. “Are you going to make good on all this flirting, skipper?” Before she could answer, Satine saw movement on the road. “I’ve got contacts just ahead, Cora. Going silent.” Crouching low behind a large moss covered boulder, the redheaded captain turned her attention to the figures on the road.


It was a patrol of four Imperial Army troopers marching up the path, long barrelled E-11’s held at parade rest, all except a single female trooper bringing up the rear who was crossing her legs. Smiling, Satine studied her. She was a pretty young brunette with smooth pale rounded features, high cheekbones and bright hazel almond shaped eyes. Her dark honey brown hair tied into a short ponytail underneath her forest green cap. She was dressed similar to the rest of her squad; dark olive green fatigues belted at the waist with a water canteen and spare energy cells. Over which was a matching breastplate, arm and knee guards, black leather gloves and laced combat boots, helmet clipped dangling over the left hip. Satine watched as the cute soldier immediately stopped, twitching and crossing her legs. “Sarge?! Wait, I’ve gotta go take a leak!’


20 year old Private Mabel Dirada cringed with fear as her sergeant and two male squadmates stopped with frustrated sighs. “Again?! Private Dirada! I thought you went back at the outpost?!” Barked her Corporal Oskar Cyr, a thick heavy set balding man of 40 years. Mabel felt her face flare bright red with embarrassment, as she fought to control her bladder. “Um yes, C-corporal. B-but…I…err…” The corporal sighed face palming. “No wait, don't tell me you've been at your canteen again and forgot to pace yourself?” Mabel squeaked an embarrassed nod. Nearby, Private’s Stone and Jensen sniggered. “Or maybe there's something you need to tell us, Mabel?” The two started to laugh at Mabel's predicament before being silenced by a glare from their corporal, before he turned back to her. “You've got five minutes or we'll leave you behind. Is that clear, private?” Mabel nodded as she rushed into the treeline. “Y-yes corporal. L-like a kyber crystal!” Corporal Cyr’s eyes followed her until she disappeared into the forest. “And don't go pissing all over your boots, soldier! Or it's an instant demerit!”



From her position behind the girl, Satine watched the attractive young soldier reach the privacy of a group of boulders, squatting and dropping her trousers and solid black standard issue panties, exposing her pale but tight peach shaped ass. She smiled. “I’ve got a young soldier who's just my size, taking a piss. Moving to relieve her of her uniform.” The redhead took out a syringe full of Trazpodene flicking the needle. “Does she have a nice ass, skipper?” Cora asked as Satine crept up on the unsuspecting half naked soldier. “She does, Cora. But not as good as yours.” The Pantoran chuckled. “So nice of you to notice, Skipper. Alright, I best let you get back to it, good luck.” Switching off her earpiece, Satine neared the pissing soldier the sound of trickling water getting louder.


Mabel sighed with pleasure, feeling her bladder empty and relief spreading through her. Screw those nerfherders! She thought acidly. They know full well I don't swing that way! Just wait, I will put some of those tree spiders I found in their bunks tonight and then we'll see who has the last laugh. At least the corp hasn't cottoned on yet that I have caf in my canteen not water… Feeling the last of her water leave her bladder, Mabel moved to make herself decent but before she could pull up her knickers, she felt a hand clamp over her mouth and pull her over the rock.


Mabel tried to scream to get the attention of her squad but it was muffled by her attacker's hand. “Shh! Trooper be still. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to.” A female voice hissed into her ear, wrapping her legs around Mabel's half naked body to immobilise her. “Believe me I can relate but you made yourself an easy target. Consider yourself fortunate that I wasn't a rebel or you would be dead.” Mabel whimpered with fear, tears streaming down her sweet face. “Just one little prick, private and I’ll be relieving you for the rest of the day .” Mabel let out a squeak of pain as she felt a sharp jab in her right buttocks, then felt strangely woozy her struggles became weaker and weaker as the drug worked its way to her brain. “That's it, sweetheart. Just relax and go to sleep…” was the last thing Mabel heard before she lost consciousness.


Feeling the girl slump unconscious into her with a low sigh, Satine gently moved a loose strand from the cute soldier's face then gently rolled the body off, taking an appreciative glance at the sleeping girl's small clitoris, decorated with a trimmed brown strip of fuzz. Propping up the soldier's body against the boulder, the redhead glanced over to check that the brunette's struggles had gone unnoticed. Satisfied that the coast was clear, Satine got to work stripping out of her black ISB uniform before turning her attention to the half naked soldier, pulling off her hat and copying her ponytail.


Unlacing the brunette’s boots and pulling them off her feet, taking note of the black ankle socks underneath Satine removed the soldier's trousers from her ankles then pulled up her black standard issue panties to preserve her modesty. “Apologies, soldier. It was nothing personal and I’m not about to leave you indecent.” She whispered to the sleeping soldier, pulling on the woman's trousers and lacing up the boots. After unclipping the brunette's breastplate, shoulder and arm guards, equipment belt, slipping them all from her body, Satine unbuttoned the soldiers uniform revealing small but perky young breasts covered by an imperial issue olive green cropped vest, the nipples peeking through the thin fabric thanks to the cool temperate air.


“Private Mabel Dirada from Chandrila, looks like I’m you for a while.” Satine mused fully dressed in her stolen uniform reading the troopers ID. Taking the young girl by her ankles, Satine dragged her limp unconscious form to a fallen hollowed out log, stashing her inside along with the folded ISB uniform and armour. “Alright, Cora. I’ve acquired a uniform and now enroute to the garrison, over.” Cora smiled in her ear. “I assume you took her down gently, skipper?” Satine paused briefly, strapping on Mabel's helmet. “I gave her a shot of Trazpodene to her butt, she'll be sleeping, albeit uncomfortably in a log.” Satine said, picking up the E11 long barrel and looping it over her shoulder. The Pantoran giggled. “You really know how to treat a girl.”


“Private Dirada!? I believe I said you had five minutes to finish your business! Come on out or you'll be thumbing a lift from a TIE Fighter!” Bellowed a commanding voice from the road. “Sorry, Ensign. I have to go dark.” Looking suitably harried, Satine made her way through the trees and out onto the road. There three soldiers stood waiting, one a thick heavyset man, a white stripe on his right shoulder pad marking him as a corporal. “And what time do you call this, Soldier!?” He barked, throwing out his arms wide as the other men sniggered. “I gave you five minutes and you stalled for eight? And why are you wearing your helmet? ”



Perfectly mimicking Mabel's accent, Satine shook her head. “Sorry, corporal. I was getting attacked by mosquitoes, little bastards were going for my throat.” The two other men burst out laughing. “Silence! You idiots!” Roared the corporal, silencing the two men. “Or it's latrine duty for the both of you!” He then turned his ire back on Satine. “You Chandrilans are way too soft for front line duty, that's your problem! Fall in! We are running late as it is.” Satine quickly saluted the man before falling back in line, joining the squad as it resumed its patrol. “Hard ass…” whispered Cora in Satine's ear, making the red head chuckle.


The Aldhani Dam Garrison, 10:39am


Feeling the first spots of rain on her face as she neared the entrance of the looming Aldhani garrison, Satine noted a small checkpoint ahead manned by two soldiers and a stern faced but attractive ash blonde army officer, the rank board on her armour and trenchcoat identifying her as a lieutenant. It looks like Cora wasn't wrong. Why do I get the feeling I’m being played? The redhead sighed as the lieutenant was checking the IDs and faces of every trooper that passed through. “Alright, squad. It's Lieutenant ‘Ice Queen’ Taggart, get your IDs ready and don't antagonise her. She's not as…forgiving as I am.” Said Corporal Cyr as they approached the checkpoint.


“You are running late, Corporal. I suppose you have a good enough reason for your lapse in protocol?” asked Lieutenant Taggart, scanning his ID on her datapad. The corporal saluted. “No ma’am, just Private Dirada needing a toilet break and bitching about bugs again.” He said, jerking his head in Satine's direction. “Ah, Private Dirada I might have known, always complaining about the smallest of things.” Satine shifted her feet nervously as the Lieutenant moved down the line, deliberately taking her time. Oh shit! The officer knows her and worst of all has it in for the real Mabel. Alright keep it cool Satine, keep your helmet on and maybe we'll make it through this.


When Lieutenant Taggart eventually reached her, the blonde's brow furrowed suspiciously. “Why are you wearing your helmet, Dirada? We are at code green, soft caps only. Didn't you read the dailies this morning?” Satine flashed the woman a quick salute and once again mimicked Mabel's voice. “It's like the corporal said, ma’am. The damn bugs were distracting me and I needed the protection. But I completely forgot about the alert level, my apologies ma’am.” The blonde's eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Your voice, it has a different tone to hers. You're not Private Mabel Dirada; Who are you? A rebel spy?” She said coldly, reaching for her sidearm. At once, all the soldiers turned to her, bringing up their blasters.


Satine held up her hands. “Look, I’m Private Mabel Dirada. You all know me, I’m no rebel spy.” Lieutenant Taggart narrowed her eyes, as she unclipped her blaster holster. “Prove it then, ‘Private Dirada’. Take off your helmet.” She commanded. Realising that she was done and busted, Satine unstrapped her helmet and pulled it off. “Aha!” Taggart jabbed a triumphant finger at her, as the soldiers raised their blasters up in unison pointing them right at Satine's chest. “I knew it! Who are you and what have you done with Private Dirada? You have 10 seconds to answer or you'll be blasted, rebel scum!”


Hearing the faint hum of charging blasters, Satine quickly retrieved her holo-credentials from the right pocket of her stolen trousers, flashing them right under the lieutenant's nose. “Captain Satine Falére, Office of Internal Efficiency, Imperial Security Bureau. I believe I outrank you, lieutenant.” The soldiers and Taggart lowered their weapons, eyes widening in shock. “To answer your question, Private Dirada is sleeping out of uniform, in a log back where you left her.” She said as the soldiers ran past her with haphazard salutes. Taggart clicked her heels together. “I-is there anything I can do for you, ma’am?” Satine smiled at the blonde's sudden awkwardness. “Take me to your commanding officer, lieutenant. I wish to have you commended for your due diligence and to know precisely how Cassian Andor breached your security.


Satine Falére's Private Quarters, The Shadow Vane, Aldhani Orbit, 16:00:pm


Humming along to instrumental music from Naboo and back in ISB uniform, Satine made the finishing touches to her Aldhani report with her feet up on the caf table. She sighed knowing that she had been a victim of one woman's ambition, which was standard operating procedure within the secretive walls of the ISB. A knock from the door interrupted her thoughts. “Enter.” She called hoping that it was Cora behind the door. Her prayers were answered as the pretty Pantoran entered her cabin, clutching two glasses and a bottle of glowing blue alcohol.


“Hey Skipper, I thought I’d break protocol and swing by bearing gifts.” The ace pilot flashed her a warm, beautiful smile as she sat opposite her pouring out the alcohol. Satine's eyes flicked towards the bottle. “Is that spotchka? I haven't partook since my mission to Nar Shaddaa. You do realise that's contraband right, Cora?” The ensign chuckled, handing her a full glass. “It's from my private reserves so don't tell anyone, Satine.” She winked, taking a sip of the spotchka seductively. “My lips are sealed, Ensign.” Taking the glass, she clinked it with Cora before sipping.


“So Andor and his cronies infiltrated the garrison in disguise with the help of a turncoat, shot the place up and made off with the payroll using the local festival as cover.” Satine slurred slightly after her third glass of the glowing alcohol. Cora shook her head, also a little tipsy. “I’m guessing that blonde with the stick up her ass knew all along and played you like a winning hand in Sabacc?” Satine leaned back pouring her last glass. “Mhmm. That's pretty much the day to day in the ISB, welcome to my world.” Cora snorted drunkenly. “That's why I’m a pilot, you can see your enemies coming.” The two women burst out laughing, finishing their alcohol.


Cora lent forwards brushing her fingers against Satine's. “You know you had me quite worried, staying radio silent, Satine.” The red head hiccuped from the strong alcohol. “Worried? Hic-That sounds like more than -hic- professional courtesy, Cora?” The Pantoran drunkenly smiled. “You're more than my commanding officer -hic- skipper. I would like to get to know you a whole lot better.” A dark look suddenly crossed over Satine's face. “I wouldn't -hic- if I were you. People I love have a habit of dying around me.” Cora lent in closer. “I’m sure that's not true.” Suddenly, Satine cried in anguish. “I-I killed her. I killed my Janny because there was nothing left of her, those rebel bastards took her soul. And I-I couldn't save her!” She then lunged into a tearful hug, holding Cora close. “D-don't leave me alone, please Cora.” The young pilot encircled her arms around her. “I won't, skipper. Spacers honour, I’m here for you.” She said holding her captain close as she sobbed into her chest, until sleep took her. Singing a Pantoran lullaby, Cora tucked her into bed. “Sleep well, Satine. May you have pleasant dreams.” She said softly, leaving Satine to her rest.

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Loved the back to basic perfect take out of Mabel. Great setup of having the trooper going off to find a hidden place to pee and of course making herself a very easy target. Then a wonderful knockout with an injection of sedative to her butt.

Also love the discussion between Satine and Cora. Love the idea of Mabel having no idea she is being watched and plans are being discussed to knock her out. And love Cora's question: “Does she have a nice ass, skipper?”

Then love Satine's comments and description of what Mabel is experiencing: “Just one little prick, private and I’ll be relieving you for the rest of the day .” Mabel let out a squeak of pain as she felt a sharp jab in her right buttocks, then felt strangely woozy her struggles became weaker and weaker as the drug worked its way to her brain. “That's it, sweetheart. Just relax and go to sleep…” was the last thing Mabel heard before she lost consciousness."

Also love the image of Satine rolling the body off her then sitting the woman up against the boulder to start the stripping. And of course sexy image of the cropped vest with the nipples showing.

Just a wonderful, classic uniform steal scene.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Loved the back to basic perfect take out of Mabel. Great setup of having the trooper going off to find a hidden place to pee and of course making herself a very easy target. Then a wonderful knockout with an injection of sedative to her butt.

Also love the discussion between Satine and Cora. Love the idea of Mabel having no idea she is being watched and plans are being discussed to knock her out. And love Cora's question: “Does she have a nice ass, skipper?”

Then love Satine's comments and description of what Mabel is experiencing: “Just one little prick, private and I’ll be relieving you for the rest of the day .” Mabel let out a squeak of pain as she felt a sharp jab in her right buttocks, then felt strangely woozy her struggles became weaker and weaker as the drug worked its way to her brain. “That's it, sweetheart. Just relax and go to sleep…” was the last thing Mabel heard before she lost consciousness."

Also love the image of Satine rolling the body off her then sitting the woman up against the boulder to start the stripping. And of course sexy image of the cropped vest with the nipples showing.

Just a wonderful, classic uniform steal scene.

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed Mabel's scene you really can't go wrong with a classic toilet break take out. There is something undeniably sexy about a guard like Mabel making herself an easy target for an experienced infiltrator like Satine. Of course made all the more better by the implication that Mabel was both a rule bender and an avid caf fan, do you could say she only had herself to blame. Plus aside from the neck, the butt is the most sexiest location to administer a powerful sedative.


One of my favourite things about writing this series is developing the characters of Satine and Cora. They are a good fit; Satine is a traumatised veteran infiltrator who is loyal to the Empire and enjoys her work, while Cora is the maverick ace pilot who's very flirtatious and has a developing crush on Satine, one that is reciprocated and will come to a head in the next story.


It's always been a feature of my work, ever since my very first stories that I prefer to have the takeout scene through the victims prospective. I've always found that it adds more intensity to the takeout scenes and sedation scenes offer a great opportunity to experience what it's like to be knocked out by the USB victim, who probably hasn't the faintest idea that she'll be either stripped down to her underwear or naked in the five minutes. I paticularly enjoyed writing this whole from start to finish.


Yeah, it definitely was an arousing moment when Satine rolled an unconscious half naked Mabel off of her. And the sexy image of nipples peeking through a cropped vest is one of the main reasons why I love my cropped vest or camisoles, particularly in sentry takeouts like this. It's something you don't get with bra's, that and a cheeky side boob which is also quite stirring as well.


Thanks again for reading and enjoying the story, my friend. I always appreciate your compliments and support.

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It's always been a feature of my work, ever since my very first stories that I prefer to have the takeout scene through the victims prospective. I've always found that it adds more intensity to the takeout scenes and sedation scenes offer a great opportunity to experience what it's like to be knocked out by the USB victim, who probably hasn't the faintest idea that she'll be either stripped down to her underwear or naked in the five minutes.

Yeah, it definitely was an arousing moment when Satine rolled an unconscious half naked Mabel off of her. And the sexy image of nipples peeking through a cropped vest is one of the main reasons why I love my cropped vest or camisoles, particularly in sentry takeouts like this. It's something you don't get with bra's, that and a cheeky side boob which is also quite stirring as well.

I definitely agree it is a nice touch when you get a description of what the woman feels as the drug takes effect and do its work on her. Here was great. "Mabel let out a squeak of pain as she felt a sharp jab in her right buttocks, then felt strangely woozy her struggles became weaker and weaker as the drug worked its way to her brain." Love the idea of the drug making the woman relax and then off to sleepyland for her.

And could not agree more about the cropped vest of camisole. There is something so sexy about it particularly with the nipples poking through and some nice side boob.

[Stormtrooper1990]

It's always been a feature of my work, ever since my very first stories that I prefer to have the takeout scene through the victims prospective. I've always found that it adds more intensity to the takeout scenes and sedation scenes offer a great opportunity to experience what it's like to be knocked out by the USB victim, who probably hasn't the faintest idea that she'll be either stripped down to her underwear or naked in the five minutes.

Yeah, it definitely was an arousing moment when Satine rolled an unconscious half naked Mabel off of her. And the sexy image of nipples peeking through a cropped vest is one of the main reasons why I love my cropped vest or camisoles, particularly in sentry takeouts like this. It's something you don't get with bra's, that and a cheeky side boob which is also quite stirring as well.

I definitely agree it is a nice touch when you get a description of what the woman feels as the drug takes effect and do its work on her. Here was great. "Mabel let out a squeak of pain as she felt a sharp jab in her right buttocks, then felt strangely woozy her struggles became weaker and weaker as the drug worked its way to her brain." Love the idea of the drug making the woman relax and then off to sleepyland for her.

And could not agree more about the cropped vest of camisole. There is something so sexy about it particularly with the nipples poking through and some nice side boob.

Indeed, just one little jab of pain in Mabel's pert ass and the rest is relatively painless and pleasant for her as she relaxes in Satine's arms and drifts off to sleep. It's a testament to Satine's character that she doesn't wish to cause Mabel undue pain and suffering, after all they are both Imperials.


I'm glad you agree, you just can't beat the vest or camisole sexiness, practicality and versatility in one sexy package. It's something you don't have with bra's. And pair a camisole with a pair of hipster shorts, thong or bikini cut panties then you can't go wrong.

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Indeed, just one little jab of pain in Mabel's pert ass and the rest is relatively painless and pleasant for her as she relaxes in Satine's arms and drifts off to sleep.

Whether it an injection or a dart, there is something so perfect about using a sedative on a guard to neutralize her and keep her out for a good long time.

I think what I love the most about it is one moment the woman is standing at her post or walking her patrol route and the next moment her body has been overwhelmed by a powerful drug and she put into a deep sleep.

I also love the idea that the drug puts her into such a deep sleep that even if she discovered she will not be able to be woken up until the powerful sedative wears off. And too that her short term memory will be erased so even if she saw something she cannot provide any information.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Indeed, just one little jab of pain in Mabel's pert ass and the rest is relatively painless and pleasant for her as she relaxes in Satine's arms and drifts off to sleep.

Whether it an injection or a dart, there is something so perfect about using a sedative on a guard to neutralize her and keep her out for a good long time.

I think what I love the most about it is one moment the woman is standing at her post or walking her patrol route and the next moment her body has been overwhelmed by a powerful drug and she put into a deep sleep.

I also love the idea that the drug puts her into such a deep sleep that even if she discovered she will not be able to be woken up until the powerful sedative wears off. And too that her short term memory will be erased so even if she saw something she cannot provide any information.

I definitely agree, you can picture the scene; a cute brunette mercenary sentry, no more than 21 with pretty heart-shaped slightly freckled features, green emerald eyes and cute button nose, long chestnut brown hair braided down her back, looped through a black patrol cap. She's wearing a cute jungle camouflage tank top, tight matching shorts and laced ankle booties, the green combat webbing with reloads for her M4 rifle, clipped around her slender athletic waist. Let's call her Cindy.

Cindy is patrolling the perimeter fence of a training camp deep in the Brazilian rainforest, she's only been with Amazonia International for 6 months. Drawn by the money and opportunity to see the world, she barely as the training to handle her rifle and USP .45 holstered at her thigh. But she feels empowered and sexy by holding the rifle. She's been on shift for 4 hours and it's early evening, Cindy's mind wonders to her girlfriend and shower time. Her hands reach down her shorts, brushing her vaginas. Suddenly, she feels a sharp prick at the side of her neck.

Cindy looks down and sees the twin bladed dart sticking from her neck. "W-what the f-fuck..??" She slurs as tries to reach for her radio but the paralysis from the drug stops her. Feeling a little woozy as her pretty green eyes roll back into her head, Cindy begins to drop her consciousness leaving her.

Then a female shadow darts from the shadowy jungle undergrowth, catching the unconscious cutie before she hits the ground and drags her into the tree line. Redheaded CIA agent Lizzy Keen, smiles as she lays the sleeping brunette to the ground. "Mhmm, what a pretty little thing you are sugar and just my size too. Is Amazonia recruiting right out of college these days?" She bends to pull out the dart. "Benzodiazipam mixed with an epidural, my treat. Keeps you asleep and paralysed for 8 hours, your welcome honey." Giggling she takes off the girl's hat and unlaces her boots, pulling them off. "Let's see what you've got under the hood." Lizzy said rubbing her hands together before unclipped her webbing and looping it over Cindy's snoring head.

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I definitely agree, you can picture the scene; a cute brunette mercenary sentry, no more than 21 with pretty heart-shaped slightly freckled features, green emerald eyes and cute button nose, long chestnut brown hair braided down her back, looped through a black patrol cap. She's wearing a cute jungle camouflage tank top, tight matching shorts and laced ankle booties, the green combat webbing with reloads for her M4 rifle, clipped around her slender athletic waist. Let's call her Cindy.

Cindy is patrolling the perimeter fence of a training camp deep in the Brazilian rainforest, she's only been with Amazonia International for 6 months. Drawn by the money and opportunity to see the world, she barely as the training to handle her rifle and USP .45 holstered at her thigh. But she feels empowered and sexy by holding the rifle. She's been on shift for 4 hours and it's early evening, Cindy's mind wonders to her girlfriend and shower time. Her hands reach down her shorts, brushing her vaginas. Suddenly, she feels a sharp prick at the side of her neck.

Cindy looks down and sees the twin bladed dart sticking from her neck. "W-what the f-fuck..??" She slurs as tries to reach for her radio but the paralysis from the drug stops her. Feeling a little woozy as her pretty green eyes roll back into her head, Cindy begins to drop her consciousness leaving her.

Then a female shadow darts from the shadowy jungle undergrowth, catching the unconscious cutie before she hits the ground and drags her into the tree line. Redheaded CIA agent Lizzy Keen, smiles as she lays the sleeping brunette to the ground. "Mhmm, what a pretty little thing you are sugar and just my size too. Is Amazonia recruiting right out of college these days?" She bends to pull out the dart. "Benzodiazipam mixed with an epidural, my treat. Keeps you asleep and paralysed for 8 hours, your welcome honey." Giggling she takes off the girl's hat and unlaces her boots, pulling them off. "Let's see what you've got under the hood." Lizzy said rubbing her hands together before unclipped her webbing and looping it over Cindy's snoring head.

The perfect scenario. Pretty female guard, out of her league, on a boring patrol. Mind wondering, just as she thinks she is alone and is just starting to pleasure herself the dart hits its mark.

I definitely like the idea of the drug causing temporary paralysis. Poor cannot do anything to try and fight or raise the alarm.

I also like the idea of Lizzy running out and catching the body. Not because she particularly cares about Cindy's well being but because she doesn't want the uniform dirty and doesn't want to sound of the body hitting the ground.

[Stormtrooper1990]

I definitely agree, you can picture the scene; a cute brunette mercenary sentry, no more than 21 with pretty heart-shaped slightly freckled features, green emerald eyes and cute button nose, long chestnut brown hair braided down her back, looped through a black patrol cap. She's wearing a cute jungle camouflage tank top, tight matching shorts and laced ankle booties, the green combat webbing with reloads for her M4 rifle, clipped around her slender athletic waist. Let's call her Cindy.

Cindy is patrolling the perimeter fence of a training camp deep in the Brazilian rainforest, she's only been with Amazonia International for 6 months. Drawn by the money and opportunity to see the world, she barely as the training to handle her rifle and USP .45 holstered at her thigh. But she feels empowered and sexy by holding the rifle. She's been on shift for 4 hours and it's early evening, Cindy's mind wonders to her girlfriend and shower time. Her hands reach down her shorts, brushing her vaginas. Suddenly, she feels a sharp prick at the side of her neck.

Cindy looks down and sees the twin bladed dart sticking from her neck. "W-what the f-fuck..??" She slurs as tries to reach for her radio but the paralysis from the drug stops her. Feeling a little woozy as her pretty green eyes roll back into her head, Cindy begins to drop her consciousness leaving her.

Then a female shadow darts from the shadowy jungle undergrowth, catching the unconscious cutie before she hits the ground and drags her into the tree line. Redheaded CIA agent Lizzy Keen, smiles as she lays the sleeping brunette to the ground. "Mhmm, what a pretty little thing you are sugar and just my size too. Is Amazonia recruiting right out of college these days?" She bends to pull out the dart. "Benzodiazipam mixed with an epidural, my treat. Keeps you asleep and paralysed for 8 hours, your welcome honey." Giggling she takes off the girl's hat and unlaces her boots, pulling them off. "Let's see what you've got under the hood." Lizzy said rubbing her hands together before unclipped her webbing and looping it over Cindy's snoring head.

The perfect scenario. Pretty female guard, out of her league, on a boring patrol. Mind wondering, just as she thinks she is alone and is just starting to pleasure herself the dart hits its mark.

I definitely like the idea of the drug causing temporary paralysis. Poor cannot do anything to try and fight or raise the alarm.

I also like the idea of Lizzy running out and catching the body. Not because she particularly cares about Cindy's well being but because she doesn't want the uniform dirty and doesn't want to sound of the body hitting the ground.

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. This is among my favourite sentry scenarios; the pretty little guard who's bored stiff off the back of a long boring patrol and her mind starts to wonder with sexy thoughts, makes herself an easy target. You put all that together and boom! A perfect sentry take out.


Indeed, poor Cindy thanks to the drug cannot comprehend what's happening to her. She can't reach for her radio nor cry out in alarm. It must be a terrifying experience but to those of us reading, a sexy one. I doubt this will be any consolation to poor Cindy, who will still be fast asleep, naked in the bushes and being bitten by midges for the next 8 hours, but the epidural will wear off first.


Me too, I also like these little details in USB that often get overlooked because of setting. As you pointed out, the act of catching Lizzy before she dropped was tactical; the sound of her hitting the ground could have alerted another sentry or have been seen by CCTV and Lizzy needed the uniform clean and undamaged by mud or torn by branches. Something that can easily happen in the jungle.