The Imperial Base Inspector:- File 05 Coruscant:- A Star Wars USB Tale

[Stormtrooper1990]

Following on from their exploits in the Fortis Inquisitorus and attracting the attention of Grand Moff Tarkin, Captain Satine Falére and her pilot Ensign Cora Yenner have returned to Coruscant for a little downtime between missions. Their relationship continues to deepen as they discover just how much they have in common. Meanwhile, the ISB has learned from the Imperial Navy that they have a potential mole leaking information on convoy movements to the rebels, and the Navy has requested the ISB to send their best in disguise to route out this leak and conduct a full clandestine security audit. Satine and Cora are about to be introduced to intrigue amongst the gleaming spires of the city planet…



The Orryx Lounge, Southern Skybridge District, Coruscant, 22:25pm, 4 BBY


“Thanks, Merra.” Satine smiled to the Togrutan bartender who brought them their Corellian whisky's, sliding across two credit chits to the strikingly beautiful woman who winked before weaving her way through the busy cantina. “Corellian whisky?” Cora grinned, taking up her tumbler full of amber liquid. “My old academy buddy Dendra swears by this. She said it doesn't go to your head as much as spotchka.” Satine nodded, taking the time to smell the peat aroma of the single malt. “It was Jan's favourite drink whenever we were off duty, the first time I drank it I threw it up. But I soon developed a taste for it.” She chuckled at the memory before sighing wistfully. “A day doesn't go by when I think about her. I wonder what she would make of me now? A Captain in the ISB?” Cora flashed a brief warm smile. “I think she would be damn proud and find you fetching in the uniform, skipper.” Satine picked up her whisky and clinked glasses with Cora. “I’ll drink to that, Cora.” She toasted downing the alcohol before refilling the glasses.



Cora leaned forwards her hand on the table. “You remember when I mentioned the rebels killed my family? What I meant was the speeder bike gang I ran with and my first love, Tia.” Satine reached across the table, gently taking her hand. “What happened? What was she like?” Cora took a deep breath. “She was beautiful, tough but also kind with bright scarlet hair. A lot like you, Satine. As for what happened, there was a bastard pirate called Dante Ferys, the leader of the Black Sabers, a pirate clan who worked for the Rebellion. He contracted my gang, the Frostwretches, to break into the Imperial Garrison on Pantora and steal some weapons.” Satine's eyebrows raised. “I’ve heard about their reputation for ruthlessness, they didn't leave anybody alive after a raid. Even the women and children.” Cora nodded, taking a sip of her whisky.


“Mhm, the void take the lot of them. Long story short, we went in half cocked and soon things went to kriff. We snuck in but my boss, Vurro, murdered a couple of technicians who had surrendered to me and set the whole place ablaze.” She paused to down her whisky before continuing, taking a deep shuddering breath. “We thought our way through to the armoury but we were picked off one by one until it was just Tia, Vurro and I left making off with one lousy crate of blasters and a box of thermal detonators. The three of us met Ferys at the drop off and he double crossed us; killed Vurro and Tia was shot defending me, she died in my arms. Before he could kill me, the police arrived and I collapsed from exhaustion.” She sniffed, tears in her eyes at reliving a painful memory.


Satine squeezed her hand. “I’m so sorry, Cora. Those rebel bastards.” The Pantoran smiled, returning the squeeze. “It's alright, really. I was taken in by my father Sergeant Milvus Yenner, who saved me from an imperial firing squad, and his wife Lela. They adopted me as their own daughter and thanks to them I was accepted into Corulag.” She grinned happily. “I owe them everything. And besides, the best thing is I got my revenge. I spaced Ferys along with nine of his friends and sent them screaming into the void above Ord Mantell.” Satine breathed in surprise. “Wait? That was when you became an ace, downed 10 rebel ships in one battle, right?” Cora puffed her chest out proudly, her breasts staining through her tank top. “That's right. Earned my gold stripes and got fast tracked into Sienar Flight Systems as a test pilot. Then I was handpicked to be your pilot and happy ending.”


Satine smiled and picked up her tumbler. “To justice, something we don't always get but lucky when we do get it.” Cora nodded in agreement, clinking her class with Satine's before downing the contents. She then caressed Satine's face, which the redhead leaned into purring. “Don't worry, you'll get your shot with Gerrera someday, Satine.” The captain placed her glass gently on the table. “I hope so.” She then grinned staring into Cora's eyes. “Do you want to get out of here, Cora? I could do with a little company tonight.” The light twinkled off the Pantoran's big blue eyes casting her a mischievous air, as she took Satine's hands in hers, pulling her gently from the table. “I thought you'd never ask, skipper.” Leaving a tip at the table, the two young imperials left the lounge hand-in-hand, giggling.



Captain Satine Falére's Residence, Apartment 405, Northern Financial District, Coruscant, 23:00pm


Giggling and slightly drunk, Satine and Cora burst through the front door kissing and feeling each other's bodies through their clothes. Leading the Pantoran by her hand towards her bedroom, and in between kisses Satine stripped out of her uniform as Cora eagerly did the same. Lowering Satine onto the bed, Cora threw away her jacket, unlaced her boots and pulled down her trousers before peeling the redhead out of the rest of her uniform. “Yes, Cora. Yes!” Satine cried as the Pantoran nuzzled her neck. “I’ll take you to the stars, skipper.” She whispered into her captain's ear, nibbling it. Moving down the redhead's body, Cora kissed Satine's breast making her back arch in pleasure, squeezing the pilot's buttocks and crying her name in pleasure. Soon both young women gave into their primal desires.


00:05pm


After their third round of sex, Satine and Cora were slick with heat and sweat. Both naked and giggling the lovers snuggled together panting from their exertion. “That was amazing Cora!” Satine purred as the Pantoran grinned, caressing her forearm. “You were amazing, Satine.” The redhead Naboo kissed Cora's lips. “Thank you Cora. It's been far too long since I loved a woman like this. The last time I made love was with Jan, the night before the ambush that changed our lives and took her from me” She said her voice choked with emotion, sub-consciously touching the burn scar on her lower right rib. Cora stroked Satine's auburn locks. “You mean to say you haven't been with anyone else in all that time, since Jan?” She asked not as an accusation but a question born from concern. Satine shook her head, caressing Cora's hip. “ Well, I had sex with other women but it was all part of the job, never actual love. You see, when I was recruited by the ISB, I was full of anger and rage. I threw myself into my work to avenge her death, with little regard for myself that I reached burnout. The ISB flagged me in my last psyche review and reassigned me to codes and ciphers so I could ‘cool off’. That's when Brennic found me and gave me this assignment.”


Cora giggled, rubbing Satine's nose. “Which means you got to meet me, the prettiest and best damn pilot in the Imperial Starfighter Corps.” She said with a mischievous grin before passionately kissing Satine. “Yep, happy ending. I want to make this work Cora, I want to feel love again.” She breathed, voice husky with desire. The young Pantoran drew her close and nuzzled her neck. “Well that's good to hear, so far I’ve been so unlucky in love.” Satine closed her eyes and purred contently. “Something else we both have in common. Let's see if we can't remedy that.” With that the two lovers snuggled together and fell into a blissful sleep.


08:00am, the Next Morning


Satine gasped awake as she heard the incessant knocking at her front door and rose from her bed. Next to her, Cora stirred, blinking the sleep from her big blue eyes. “Uhh…what's the matter babe?” Satine pulled on a robe to cover her nakedness. “Someone's at the door, here take this…” she said, tossing another to Cora who slipped it on. “Who could be calling at this hour? The postman?” The redhead smiled as she walked towards her front door. “Never seen one on Coruscant and I’ve lived here for the past five years.”


With Cora close behind her, Satine looked through the peephole eyes widening in surprise. “Oh shit! It's Brennic and he's got a datapad!” She hissed back at Cora who giggled like a schoolgirl. “Seriously? The boss is paying you house calls now? He must be the jealous type.” Satine burst out laughing. “Kriff me, Cora. You’re priceless...” Cora flashed her a wink and fastened her robe. “I’ll go and brew us all a nice pot of caf.” She grinned pointing over to the kitchen. Smiling, Satine shook her head and made herself decent before opening the door.


Flashing her a quick smile, Brennic brushed his way gently past her and into her apartment. “Falére, I apologise for waking you and I know you're on your downtime but something's come up. Something big…” His voice trailed off as he turned to see Cora leaning against the kitchen top. “Hi, Patch. Do you fancy a brew? I just had one made.” She winked holding two cups of steaming hot beverage. He then turned back to Satine, the corners of his grizzled mouth twitching. “I guess you two had a busy night, uh?” Both Satine and Cora blushed like a couple of guilty school kids as they sat down in the living room. Accepting a piping hot cup of caf from Cora, Satine kissed on the cheek. “Yes, we are a couple now. I hope that isn't a problem, Director?” She crossed her legs as Cora inched close to her.


Brennic held up his hands. “Like I said, Falére, I’m on your side, but this will have to go down on my report. Especially now since Tarkin has his eyes on you.” Satine felt Cora next to her squeeze her hand, she took a sip of caf feeling the warmth caress her throat. “I assume you didn't come to my apartment to chat about my love life, Director? You mentioned that something big has come up?” Brennic’s one good blue shone with pride, heading her his datapad.


“You don't miss a beat. The Navy has reported it's got a leak at the Naval Headquarters, someone higher up has been leaking Core and Mid-Rim convoy routes, the rebels have been disrupting traffic in the Ord Mantell and Balmorra systems.” Cora let out a frustrated sigh. “The damn rebels are always going after Ord Mantell. It's bad enough that they're junking our convoys, and worse that we have a rat on the inside.” Satine nodded, reading the datapad. “And they want the ISB’s best to covertly infiltrate and discover the identity of the mole?” She shared a look with Cora, who winked at her. “It would be my pleasure. Do they want the suspect dead or alive?” Brennic leaned forward. “They want the mole alive to sweat them for more information on the cell that's running them.”


Satine leant back on her sofa and took a gulp of her caf, flicking through the pad. “Any possible infiltration vectors I can pursue? I’ll be needing a uniform and clearance.” Brennic nodded, picking up his cup. “As a matter of fact we do, she should be on the next slide…” Satine leant forward seeing an image of a young attractive naval attaché appear on screen. “Lieutenant Rena Ibsen, 21, from Carida.” Cora smiled in appreciation of the girls' heart shaped features, classical high cheekbones and bright blue eyes, her chestnut brown hair tied into a practical bun. “Mmm, she's quite cute isn't she skipper? Not a patch on you of course.” Satine pecked her lovers' cheek reading Rena’s vital statistics. “...And just my size. So how will I be…persuading the lieutenant to part with both.” To that Brennic smiled.



“According to the agents we've had tailing her, the young Lieutenant Ibsen likes to meet young women in her favourite bar, Skyloft Tavern, and take them home.” Satine showed Cora the image of the lieutenant, she nodded as Brennic paused to sip his caf. “I was thinking you could use your charm to get her to take you home, and then you do what you do best.” It wasn't Satine who replied but Cora. “With respect, Patch. I can easily lead Bright Eyes astray and the Skipper will lie in wait, dose her up and relieve her of her uniform.” She said flashing the director a cheeky wink.


Brennic leaned back, sighing. “With respect Ensign Yenner, you're not ISB trained but an elite pilot. Plus you're still Imperial Navy and merely seconded to us, if you were caught assaulting an officer then you're looking at dismissal at the very least.” Cora grinned, putting her feet up on the table nonchalantly. “I know women, Patch. Ibsen will take one look at me and want me the moment she sees me for two reasons…” she held up two fingers. “...The first because I’m blue and exotic…” she folded the forest finger down. “...and the second; I’m a fighter pilot and every girl wants to sleep with a fighter pilot. But nobody wants to sleep with a stormtrooper, except me that is.” She folded down the second finger as Satine and Brennic laughed. Cora then giggled playfully kissing Satine on her lips. “...No offence to you, skipper.” The redhead returned the kiss. “None taken, love. I’m not exactly a stormtrooper anymore.”


Brennic turned to Satine. “Are you good with this, Falére? You are dating each other now.” Satine turned to Cora, they took each other's hands and squeezed. “I trust her, Director. I know Cora won't let me down. She hasn't so far.” Brennic nodded, then rose from the sofa, finishing his caf. “Then I will leave anything in your capable hands.” He placed the empty cup on the table. “You'll need to drop by the office and pick up your gear, Falére. And Ensign Yenner…” Cora looked up at him smiling. “...we have a gunship you can make use of. And I have got a feeling you're going to like her. Now ladies I shall take my leave. I wish you both luck and look forward to reading your reports.” With that he flashed them both smiles and left briskly.


Cora turned around and flashed Satine a wink. “A gunship? He shouldn't have.” Gulping down the rest of her caf, Satine made her way to the bathroom. “You see love, he does like you. Now let's grab a shower.” The Pantoran quickly gulped down her cold cup of caf, before following Satine. “I warn you babe, did I ever tell you that we Pantoran's prefer cold showers.” Suddenly a fully naked Satine appeared in the door. “Trust me Cora, I spent 6 months on Jedha and all we had was cold showers. But me and Jan kept ourselves warm.” She then turned seductively, giving Cora a full view of her pert buttocks as she walked into the shower. “Do you want to keep me warm?” Feeling her loins burn and nipples prick with desire, Cora dropped her robe revealing her blue naked form. “I’d thought you'd never ask, skipper.” She replied with a husky voice full of desire as she followed Satine inside.


ISB Gunship, enroute to the Skyloft Bar, 1000ft above the Imperial District, 21:00pm


“Well it's certainly not my old TIE Interceptor but I like her.” Cora smirked from the cockpit dressed in her 201st Interceptor Wing black leather flight jacket lined with gold stripes along the seams, open to reveal a white tanktop, matching cargo pants and laced ankle boots. The bright lights of the evening skyline reflecting mischievously in her big blue eyes through the plasteel of the cockpit. “You know this reminds me of my first ever mission for the ISB?” Satine shouted from the troop compartment over the roar of the ion engines. Cora glanced over her shoulder. “Oh? Sounds intriguing. What was it?” Satine moved forwards leaning on the pilot's chair. “The infiltration of Satellite Base 7, orbiting Corellia, a six month deep cover assignment to root out a rebel cell skimming off fuel supplies and convoy assignment routes. I was only 19 and I replaced a Corellian engineer from the CEC the same age. I met her in a bar, seduced her and then drugged her. I stole her clothes, her credentials and her life. I became her for six months, even had to dye my hair brown. Sadie Ors from Corellia, pretty girl and the sex wasn't bad either.”


Cora quickly kissed her cheek. “Sounds sexy, but I prefer you as a redhead skipper. What happened to the real Sadie Ors?” Satine smiled. “They told me after that she was taken to an ISB black site, given a completely new identity and was convinced she had passed out after a hard night's drinking. She was then packed off to Balmorra to work at a ship breaking yard with a chip in her brain. And that was that. To the galaxy at large Sadie Ors died due to an industrial accident on Satellite Base 7.” Cora decreased the throttle as they neared the cantina. “Sounds like I missed out on a lot before we met. How did the operation pan out?” Satine gently kissed the Pantoran's neck. “How about I tell you later tonight, love?” Cora giggled, bringing the gunship into land into a small alley beside the lounge. “Looking forward to it, babe.”



Alleyway beside the Skyloft Bar, Imperial District 21:10pm


Unclipping her seat restraints, Cora slipped out of the pilot's chair to face Satine. “Right, Cora. Just work your magic and get her to take you home. I’ll go on ahead to her place and lie in wait.” Satine gently rubbed the Pantoran's shoulders. “Don't worry, skipper. I’ll have her eating out of my hand and wanting to eat out of more, before you can say ‘Long live the Empire!’” Cora giggled, leaning into passionately kiss Satine. “Well…” the redhead breathed as they pulled out of the embrace. “...you always make me want to come back for more. Good luck, love and see you soon.” Flashing her a wink, Cora leapt from the gunship. “I don't need luck, Satine. It's me.”


Laughing Satine slid into the pilot's chair, throttled up and lifted the gunship into the shimmering metropolis. Grinning, Cora made her way from the alley and into the bar, her imperial uniform allowing her to jump the queue who groaned and hurled insults behind her.



The Skyloft Bar, Imperial District 21:16pm


Her combination of blue skin and imperial black drawing stares of both appreciation and shock, Cora weaved her way through the bustling crowd, towards the seated figure of Lieutenant Rena Ibsen. She's much prettier in person but not a patch on Satine, besides I like girls with a little more backbone. There was no denying that the girl was cute, her olive green uniform hugging her tight slim figure with ample C-cup breasts, as she nursed a Corellian whisky, a bored look on her pretty face. Cora smiled as she sauntered up to the bar, planting herself seductively on the stool next to her.


“Hey, bartender. You don't happen to have any Pantoran frostwine, do you? I’ve had a very long day.” Cora clicked her fingers at the male violet skinned twi’lek barman who nodded. As he busied himself preparing her drink, Cora leaned over the bar making sure the Lieutenant got a good look at her breasts and ass. The young officer turned looking the Pantoran up and down appreciatively, her bright turquoise eye flashing in recognition at the 201st patch on Cora's shoulder. “Wait? Are you Ensign Cora Yenner!? The Heroine of Ord Mantell?!” Rena said with the air of an excited schoolgirl meeting her crush. Cora giggled as she accepted her frostwine and tipped the bartender. “I see my reputation precedes me, sweetie.” She flicked her ponytail tail over her shoulder and took a coy sip from her frostwine.


The young officer blushed, leaning her arm across the bar. “ I knew it! Almost everyone in the headquarters has your holocard in their cubicle. You have many admirers, many men…and women.” Cora cocked her head, caressing Rena's arms making the young woman audibly gasp in pleasure and drawing an amused look from the barman. “What about you, pretty? Are you one of my admirers?” Rena blushed an even darker shade of red. “I-I have your recruitment poster at home, with a few candles.” Ugh, I almost forgot about that. I always found it tacky myself, but it inspires more Pantorans to join up… thought Cora as she pressed her advantage. “Well, I’m here now, Lieutenant.” She said caressing Rena's face, making the young human purr. “Do you want to get out of here and have the chance to…get to know your heroine better?” The brunette eagerly nodded, lust shining in her big blue eyes. “Yes! By the stars, yes! We can take my speeder and go back to my place.”


After finishing their drinks, Cora took an eager Rena by the hand leading her out to her speeder. Giggling as Rena got behind the control column, Cora surreptitiously brushed a lock of her blonde hair over her ear signalling Satine with her ear piece.



The Apartment of Lieutenant Rena Ibsen, Officer's Lodgings, Imperial District, 21:30pm


In-between the playful giggles and passionate kissing, Rena found the door controls and unlocked her apartment pulling Cora in by her jacket. The young officer pulled away, switching on the lights and unbuttoning her uniform. “My friends are going to be so jealous when I tell-mmmph!” She cried as Satine clamped a hand over mouth to muffle her cry of betrayal. “Sorry, Lieutenant but I’ll be taking both your shift tomorrow and your uniform. Nothing personal but let's just say it's an internal security matter.” She hissed into the struggling girl's ear, plunging a needle of sedative into her carotid artery. “As you can see, Rena. I’m already spoken for.” Cora said, cocking her head watching with curiosity as Rena’s big pretty eyes fluttered and blinked, before she slumped unconscious into Satine's arms with a cute little sigh. The redhead catching the limp form under her shoulders.


“She's going to be alright isn't she, skipper? I mean that the sedative you used won't have any lasting effects.” Cora said, taking the booted feet of the limp unconscious Lieutenant, lifting her off the floor. Satine nodded. “Yeah love, she'll be fine. The lieutenant here will wake up tomorrow with one hell of a headache, thinking she drank way too much the night before and slept in. Now let's take her over to the bed and get her out of that uniform, I’ll also need to slice her credentials as well.” The two carried over the sleeping Rena onto her bed then began to undress her, with Satine pulling off the officers hat. “Well, that's good she's a big fan of mine apparently.” Cora quipped, unclipping the lieutenant's belt before pulling off her boots.


“So Cora…” Satine smiled unbuttoning Rena's tunic. “...what's this about a recruitment poster you did?” The Pantoran rolled her eyes, unzipping Rena’s trousers, whipping them down her long divine legs, exposing a white lace thong protecting her modesty. “What do you mean you don't know?” Satine shook her head as she slipped off the lieutenant’s tunic, revealing firm and C-cup breasts enveloped by a matching low cut white bra. “Well, quick version then. The Navy asked me to go on a morale boosting tour back home on Pantora, and commission recruitment posters. Honestly, they can only be described as tacky.”


Satine chuckled, loosening Rena's bun and copying her bun. “I have never seen one, love.” Cora breathed a sigh of relief folding up the Lieutenant's uniform as Satine got to work slicing her credentials. “Well pardon me for saying so but thank the stars for that.” With the Lieutenant’s credentials hacked and the woman herself tucked into her bed, Satine called for a back up ISB team to keep Rena sleeping until the mid afternoon.


“So our backup will arrive here by 06:00am which gives 9 hours to kill. Whatever shall we do, babe?” Satine winked suggestively, flicking her head to Rena's bed where she lay sleeping. Cora giggled, approaching her and looping her arms over Satine's head. “I can think of a few things, skipper.” She passionately kissed her full on the lips, pulling her down onto the bed and making love well into the night as the rain smattered on the windows, with a steady beat.


The Fleet Headquarters of the Imperial Navy, Imperial District, 07:30am the Next Morning



Now fully dressed in Rena's uniform, including her duster, Satine strode confidently past officers and stormtrooper patrols towards the front entrance of the Navy's Headquarters, the spire rising into the morning haze. “Right skipper, Rena's credentials will only give you access to the first 20 floors…” Cora said through the ear piece, Satine nodded her head bared high, Rena's stolen boots clicking off the permacrete. “...and the central security centre is on the 50th floor. I can access the logs from there and find our mole, I’ll just need a security officer's uniform.” She stopped briefly glancing up at the tall imposing building. “Something the matter, babe?” Cora asked with concern in her voice.


Satine shuddered slightly. “It means I’ll have to get into a damn turbolift, Cora. And you know how I don't like tight spaces.” Cora breathed gently. “It's alright, Satine. You snuck into an Imperial base on Naboo in a crate. You've got this, besides I’m right here by your side.” The redhead smiled at the memory. “You always know what to say to keep me centered, Cora. It's one of the things I love about you.” The Pantoran chuckled in Satine's ear. “That's what I’m here for babe, that and looking pretty.” Stifling a laugh, Satine strode through the glass doors in the lobby. “Alright, Cora. Game faces on, I’m in.”



Approaching the security checkpoint, flanked by two stormtroopers Satine flashed the young female security officer a warm friendly smile through the booth she occupied. “Good morning, Lieutenant. Could you scan through your credentials please?” The woman wore an all black uniform, imperial wheel stitched on the right shoulder, belted at the waist with leather gloves and boots with the black distinctive wide tailed helmet polishing to a shine. Holstered at the officers waist was a standard issue DC-10 blaster pistol. Satine compiled scanning her stolen credentials through the reader. “Impressive security, officer. The rebels will be sorely pressed to infiltrate this place.” The young officer remained impassive as the screen in front of her flashed green.



The woman looked up nodding. “Thank you Lieutenant, long live the Empire.” She saluted as Satine walked through the checkpoint. “Long live the Empire.” She repeated before weaving her way through the bustling crowd towards the turbolift banks, the Imperial wheel proudly overlooking the lobby. Taking a deep breath, Satine centered herself boarding an empty lift pressing the button for the tenth floor.



As the lift shot up, Satine began to feel the familiar uncomfortable sensations of her PTSD; her heart rate increased, and sweat beaded her forehead as she began to hyperventilate, having flashbacks to Jedha. “Cora…I…I can't stay here. Help me!” She cried, pressing the door open button. “Shh! Satine, it's alright I’m here. Calm down…” The redheaded Naboo felt soothed by her voice but still she was shaking. Then a soft melodious tuneful hum entered her ears, which allowed Satine to find her centre. As her heart rate bottomed out, it took her a moment to realise that it was Cora humming a soft melody that had calmed her down.



“Cora? What was that song you were humming? It was beautiful.” Cora breathed with a slight shudder. “It's an old Pantoran lullaby, my birth mother used to sing it to me. It's the only thing I remember of her.” There was a sad, wistful lilt to Cora's accent that Satine wasn't used to hearing but it only increased her attraction to her. “Well, thank you Cora. I appreciate it. You do have a lovely singing voice.” The Pantoran giggled as the lift stopped. “Flatterer.” Breathing a sigh of relief, Satine left the turbolift walking onto the tenth floor. “ And for the record love, I’m not taking that bloody thing back down. Could you pick me up from one of the top floors when we're done here?” Cora smiled. “You only had to ask babe.”


The Tenth Floor, Recruitment and Public Relations Department, Imperial Navy Fleet Headquarters, 08:25am



Stalking the sparse halls of the tenth floor, Satine searched for a security officer's uniform and credentials. With many officers confined to their cubicles, busy with their assigned duties Satine doubted anyone would notice a security officer disappearing or to tell one from the other. Rounding the corner she spotted a suitable candidate emerge from a security office further down the corridor; she was an attractive young woman with comely squared freckled features, high cheekbones and bright green eyes. Judging by the way her uniform hugged her tight, athletic body and breasts Satine knew that she was close to her size. And a greenhorn, she looks younger than me. Maybe 21 or thereabouts, still I need that uniform and her clearance to access the logs from the upper floors. She thought as the young officer flashed her a cute friendly smile.



Security officer Aimee Tal checked out the cute redheaded officer who was flashing her appreciative but nervous looks, finding the woman attractive despite her rank. She's a redhead like me and I would definitely like to say a little more than a good morning to her. But I don't want to get caught again, not like that the last time with that leggy brunette from accounting. Sighing in disappointment, Aimee had just passed the cute lieutenant when she called her back. “Excuse me, officer? I heard a suspicious sound coming from one of the storerooms. I think it could be rebels.” She said her sweet face flashed with concern, Aimee whipped around. “Are you certain Ma’am? This is a secure building and they would have to go through me first.” The officer nodded fervently. “ Lieutenant Rena Ibsen and yes. I-I heard moaning and struggling coming from inside, but I didn't investigate. I thought it best to come to you first.”


Aimee gripped her belt puffing out her chest smugly. “You did the right thing, Lieutenant. Lead the way, let's see if we can't get to the bottom of this.” Aimee followed the officer to the suspicious door, putting her ear to the door. “Are you sure Lieutenant? I can't hear anything suspicious.” The officer nodded. “There were definitely noises coming from this cupboard a second ago, officer. Please, whoever is inside could be in serious trouble and needs our help.” Lieutenant Rena Ibsen replied, concern flashing across her attractive face. I could never resist a damsel in distress. Aimee thought as she scanned her card key and opened the door. “Stay behind me Lieutenant.” She said protectively shielding the woman and drawing her blaster.


The Janitorial Cupboard, 08:32am


Walking inside the cupboard, Aimee's eyes widened in surprise. “There's nothing here. What's the meaning of t- mmmph?!” Her scream was muffled by the lieutenant's hand. Behind her, the door was kicked shut. “You know officer? You really shouldn't trust a pretty face, may this serve as a lesson to you. Apologies, this will hurt a little.” Satine Falére hissed in Aimee's ear, flicking out her Bothan stunner and jabbing it into the side of her neck. Aimee shook in Satine's hand, convulsing as the electricity flowed through her nerves and into her central nervous system in a manner of seconds. Then letting out a pained squeak Aimee slumped unconscious, Satine catching her under her shoulders and lowering her to the floor on her side.



“Have you ever considered going into acting, skipper? That was an effective performance. You even had me convinced.” Cora asked, as Satine stripped off Rena's stolen uniform. “Heh, if you ever told me that when I was younger, Cora I would have laughed in your face. But now I enjoy going to the distinct corners of the galaxy, being different people, and serving the Empire. I couldn't ask for more.” Cora giggled. “And with the Empire's prettiest and best damn pilot by your side, I hope?” Kneeling by the unconscious Aimee Tal, Satine chuckled, unclipping the woman's belt and holster before looping her helmet over her head revealing a shock of long ginger hair knotted into a practical bun. “Without a doubt, love. Without a doubt.” Smiling, she pulled off the security officer's boots, gloves and black ankle socks.


Within five minutes, Satine was fully dressed in Aimee's uniform, finding it a comfortable fit but the helmet was heavier by ISB or stormtrooper standards. Its former owner was laying behind her on her side, arm draped over her toned midriff under her well rounded C-cup breasts. She was dressed only in a solid black cross back black sports bra and matching bikini hipster shorts, the nipples of her breasts peeking through the thin fabric, toned athletic body and pert plum shaped ass completely exposed. “Like I always say, skipper. You always look great in black.” Cora quipped as Satine took the unconscious Aimee by her ankles, dragging her around an inactive cleaning droid. “At least I didn't have to steal her underwear this time.” The redhead shuddered slightly at the memory, rolling Aimee onto her side and tucking her into a foetal position to further conceal her. “Sorry for the rough treatment, it's nothing personal Officer Tal. I'll expect to see you in class back on Coruscant.”


Patting the scantily clad security officer on her freckled shoulder, Satine holstered the woman's blaster and hooked her Bothan stunner on the belt, where it could easily be mistaken for a stun rod at a glance. Finally, after looping Iona the pip droid over her head and securing it, Satine swept from the cupboard locking it behind her with Aimee's access key.



The Tenth Floor Corridors, 08:40am


Approaching the turbolift banks, her stolen uniform parting the queues and affording authority, Satine took a deep breath pressing the button for the upper floors. “I bloody hate these durasteel coffins. It wouldn't have killed them to include stairs like there are in the ISB Headquarters.” She muttered under her breath getting on the lift. Cora’s melodic reply soothed her frayed nerves. “Babe, you've already been up one turbolift and survived. You've got this. If it helps, can I hum my lullaby from before?” Satine smiled as the crowded lift ascended. “That would be a great help, Cora. Thanks.” Feeling the tug behind her navel as the lift rose, Satine closed her eyes as Cora's beautiful tune calmed her soul. And for once her flashbacks to Jedha were kept at bay.



The Fiftieth Floor, Security and Detention Floor, Imperial Naval Fleet Headquarters 08:50am



Striding quickly and eagerly from the lift, Satine made her way to the Central Security Centre, her leather boots ringing from the polished floor as she weaved her way through security officers, with some exchanging nods of greeting with her, completely fooled by her stolen uniform. Entering the command centre, she noticed a wall covered by monitors, camera feeds for every floor of the tower. They were watched over by five security officers who had no idea that Cora had sliced them from the gunship, particularly the corridor where she had ambushed Aimee which Cora had placed on a loop.


Acting like she had every reason to be there, Satine approached an empty data terminal and sat on the empty chair. Plugging Iona into the droid access port to download the data, Satine swiped Aimee's access card and sifted through the logs of each and every member of the general staff. After about 30 minutes, she had turned up something interesting. “Cora, it looks like Admiral Ravor is our guy. Sending you his access logs, all time stamped at the moment of the security breaches over a six month period.” Using Iona she copied the files and sent them to Cora, parked just around the corner in the gunship.


Cora made a doubtful noise. “Big Gloomy, a traitor? I don't buy it. He's loyal to the Empire like you and I, hell he was the one who presented me with my gold stripes after the battle of Ord Mantell.” Satine shrugged and whispered. “I don't know what to tell you but he's the mole, Cora. Unless someone used his terminal and swiped his access key.” Cora smiled in her ear. “Like I always say, babe. There's always more than one way to shoot down an X-Wing.” Before she could answer, Satine felt a firm hand clamp on her shoulder.


“Is there a problem, officer? You seem to be a little distracted…” Asked a deep male voice from behind her. Satine turned to see a middle aged black uniformed man with slightly lined features, and greying black brown hair under his cap. The rank board on his left breast marked him as a captain with high security clearance. She flashed him a small smile. “No, not distracted, more concerned.” Rising from her chair she flashed the man her holographic ISB ID, drawing stares from around the security room. “I’m Captain Satine Falére, Office of Internal Efficiency, ISB. I’m here on behalf of the General Naval Staff conducting a hunt for a mole within Fleet Headquarters. You can contact Grand Admiral Zaarin, he personally requested the audit.” The man looked shocked for a moment, but quickly regained his wits. “You there!” He barked at a young female security officer on the monitor bank. “Contact the Grand Admiral, right away and be quick about it!”


Ten minutes later, the security chief crosses his arms, leaning on his desk. “Well Captain Falére, ignoring how you managed to infiltrate my building uninvited or how you even got that uniform, the Grand Admiral has indeed vouched for you. Although I don't appreciate being kept in the dark. I’m Captain Julius Zemkl, security chief. And my men and I are at your service.” Satine saluted him respectfully. “Thank you Captain Zemkl. I have evidence implicating Admiral Ravor in treason against the Empire, and I would if you and one of your men accompanied me to question him.” Zemkl nodded before turning back to the woman at the monitors and flicking his fingers at her. “Alright, Captain Falére. Lead the way, it's not every day we get to grill an Admiral.”


The Office of Admiral Ravor, Mid Rim Fleet Command, Eightieth Floor 09:12am


Striding confidently into Ravor’s office, with Captain Zemkl and Security Officer Darrow, Satine approached Ravor's nervous but cute young blonde assistant who fidgeted nervously in her seat. “Um, is there a problem Captain Zemkl? The admiral is in the middle of a conference with Grand Admiral Thrawn and has asked not to be disturbed.” Satine flashed her ID and a confident smile. “Captain Satine Falére, ISB. Office of Internal Efficiency. No, I’m afraid this can't wait. The Admiral is under suspicion of treason and sedition.” An odd shadowed look passed over the assistant’s big brown eyes. “I’m Lieutenant Juno Voss, Admiral Ravor's assistant and I wasn't aware of any scheduled ISB security audit.” Zemkl and Darrow swapped amused glances as Satine made to enter the office. “That's the idea, Lieutenant. Now please stand aside or I will have you detained for obstructing an ISB investigation.”


Ignoring the young woman's protestations, Satine and the security officers brushed past her coming into Ravor's office. There sat at his desk, silhouetted against the morning skyline of Coruscant, sun reflecting off his bald pâte was the rotund figure of Admiral Ravor bursting out of his green navy uniform, his white moustache and jowls quivering at the intrusion. “Zemkl!?” His deep voice boomed with rage. “What is the meaning of this intrusion!? I was given specific instructions that I was not to be disturbed!” Seated opposite him was the shimmering holographic lean blue skinned figure clad in white, Grand Admiral Thrawn who turned to face the group, Satine smiled briefly as she imagined the look on Cora's face when she would tell her about this moment later. “It looks like you have company Ravor. Perhaps we should continue our conference at a later date?” He said in his careful deliberate voice that exuded calm authority, before fading from existence.


Ravor rose from his desk, his broad face flushed red with anger. “Well, speak Zemkl! Explain why you just barged into my office with two of your goons, and embarrassed me in front of the Grand Admiral!?” Satine strode forwards flashing her ISB credentials. “Captain Falére, ISB. We have reason to believe that you may be conducting treason against the Empire, by supplying the Rebellion with information on fleet moments and convoy route assignments. Which has led to the deaths of Imperial personnel and theft of Imperial property. What do you have to say for yourself, Admiral?” To her surprise the Admiral relaxed, slipping back into his seat. “Well Captain Falére. You certainly don't mince your words and I admire that in an officer.” He then offered her a seat. “Take a seat and show me your evidence. I assure you and Zemkl that I’m loyal to the Emperor, and I would like the chance to clear my name before you damn me.”


Accepting the offer Satine sat herself opposite him and showed him her evidence, while behind them standing near the double glass doors Lieutenant Voss wrung her hands nervously. After half an hour, Ravor put down the datapad and pushed it back towards Satine. “Well I can assure you, Captain, that I’m not a traitor. Since I wasn't even in the building at these times. I was in fact at the Opera with my wife on several of those days, and for the last three we've been on vacation to Cantobyte.” The round said coolly as Satine leant forward in her seat. “Can your wife verify any of this?” Ravor sighed. “You can call her right now if you like, Captain. But I warn you that she is a most frightful woman and quite formidable.”


“Ah-ha! Called it! I knew he was innocent!” Cried Cora triumphantly in Satine's ear and judging by the man's body language she was inclined to believe both of them. “No that won't be necessary, Admiral I believe you're innocent. But who else has access to your terminal? Other than yourself, I mean.” Ravor glanced at his assistant who was already briskly heading to the exit. “My assistant Juno Voss always has access to my terminal whenever I’m away from my desk…” Hearing the rush of Voss’ boots towards the turbolift, Satine quickly drew her blaster and fired a stun blast right between the woman's shoulder blades. The glowing blue circle hitting her squarely and sending the blonde crashing to the floor, unconscious with a pained squeak.


Ravor shook his head, small mouth open in shock as Zemkl and Burrows cuffed the unconscious Voss hauling her to her feet. “Juno Voss? A rebel spy?! She's been my assistant for 6 months and always was a diligent worker. A replacement for my last assistant, Lt Reeves who died in a speeder accent around the same time.” Satine holstered her blaster, turning to him. “The rebels often use pretty faces to weaken our resolve, but we must remain vigilant, Admiral. And as for Lt Reeves, we'll reopen the investigation and get to the bottom of her death.” Ravor looked grave. “And to think Juno or whoever she is might have murdered her. Had she remained and you weren't here to stop her…” he held out a hand which she shook. “...well, no need to dwell on it. You've done your Empire a great service today, Captain you're a credit to the uniform. Should you ever need my help, you'll have it.” She saluted the man before turning to Zemkl and Barrows, signalling Cora in her ear piece. “Cora, pick me up at Admiral Ravor’s personal pad Eightieth Floor.”



“It was a pleasure working with you, Captain Falére, a good shot on this rebel scum.” Zemkl smiled, gesturing to the unconscious woman between him and the young security officer. “But I have to know. How did you get that uniform?” Satine flashed him a sly wink. “Look to a store cupboard on the 20th floor, and you'll find Security Officer Aimee Tal unconscious and very much out of uniform. Let's just say she fell for a pretty face.” Zemkl sighed, shaking his head. “Tal? It's not the first time she's had her head turned.”


Satine smiled before turning and headed towards the exterior landing pad, then she stopped and looked back at Zemkl. “I’ve noticed several lapses in security despite all your precautions. They will be in my report which you'll receive in a few days. And I’ll expect you and Officer Tal to attend a mandatory course on rooting out rebel infiltration, taught by myself at a later date.” She then flashed the man a salute before sweeping towards the landing pad.


Admiral Ravor's Personal Landing Pad, 09:55am


Hearing the scream of Twin Ion Engines brought a smile to Satine's face, which turned into a grin as the gunship landed perfectly in front of her and Cora emerged. “A rebel spy caught just in time for breakfast, Satine. We do good work.” She said, holding out a hand, pulling the captain gently inside the craft, the warmth sending waves of pleasure down her spine. “All in a day's work, Cora.” She leaned in, kissing the Pantoran on her blue cheek.


Cora giggled her hands on her hip. “So what now, babe? Do you want to return to the ISB and write up an exceedingly long report? Or have breakfast with yours truly?” Satine smiled, strapping herself into the co-pilots chair. “Breakfast sounds good, I know a place that does a mean full Naboo breakfast which I’ll think you'll love.” After squeezing her pilot's hand, Satine leant back into her seat feeling the tug behind her navel as the gunship lifted off. Looking out of the cupola to the sprawling metropolis below, she found herself humming Cora’s lullaby and felt her soul soothed.

[meditions142]

Loved the Aimee take out. Perfect way to trick the inexperienced security officer and easily take her out.

Love the comment: “You know officer? You really shouldn't trust a pretty face, may this serve as a lesson to you. Apologies, this will hurt a little.” before she used the stunner on her. Then loved the description "Aimee shook in Satine's hand, convulsing as the electricity flowed through her nerves and into her central nervous system in a manner of seconds. Then letting out a pained squeak Aimee slumped unconscious, Satine catching her under her shoulders and lowering her to the floor on her side."

Then love Satine and Cora having their lighthearted conversation while Aimee lays there unconscious.

Really fun scene.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Loved the Aimee take out. Perfect way to trick the inexperienced security officer and easily take her out.

Love the comment: “You know officer? You really shouldn't trust a pretty face, may this serve as a lesson to you. Apologies, this will hurt a little.” before she used the stunner on her. Then loved the description "Aimee shook in Satine's hand, convulsing as the electricity flowed through her nerves and into her central nervous system in a manner of seconds. Then letting out a pained squeak Aimee slumped unconscious, Satine catching her under her shoulders and lowering her to the floor on her side."

Then love Satine and Cora having their lighthearted conversation while Aimee lays there unconscious.

Really fun scene.

Thanks, my friend. I had a lot of fun writing Aimee's scene and I'm glad you liked it. You know that I love scenes where we see the infiltrator using her current disguise to obtain a new one. And Aimee was the perfect target, young taken with Satine and eager to help a damsel in distress. Unfortunately, her nativety proved to be her undoing as Satine demonstrated. Perhaps when she attends Satine's lessons, she might learn from her mistake.


And this was the chapter where Satine and Cora's sexual tension comes to a head. I can confirm that they are officially an item, and the fun part was to keep their exchanges both fun and light hearted to keep in with the general tone of the series. I'm pleased at how it turned out.

[meditions142]

I had a lot of fun writing Aimee's scene and I'm glad you liked it.

Indeed a great scene. The Bothan Stunner really is the perfect tool to use to render a woman unconscious.

[Stormtrooper1990]

I had a lot of fun writing Aimee's scene and I'm glad you liked it.

Indeed a great scene. The Bothan Stunner really is the perfect tool to use to render a woman unconscious.

That it is indeed. The Stunner is compact, versatile and able to quickly render a woman unconscious. A perfect tool for any Imperial agent. Despite it causing a little discomfort to the victim.

[meditions142]

Despite it causing a little discomfort to the victim.

I guess you can't help it causing some pain for the poor woman. I mean, after all, it is massively disrupting the important nerves in her body. One moment her CNS is properly regulating her body and consciousness and then next moment it has massive, powerful charge being sent through it. The woman's entire body is "shorted out" and her conscious mind is shut down. It is better than a more fatal attack but the poor woman does suffer a bit.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Despite it causing a little discomfort to the victim.

I guess you can't help it causing some pain for the poor woman. I mean, after all, it is massively disrupting the important nerves in her body. One moment her CNS is properly regulating her body and consciousness and then next moment it has massive, powerful charge being sent through it. The woman's entire body is "shorted out" and her conscious mind is shut down. It is better than a more fatal attack but the poor woman does suffer a bit.

Indeed, it's a case of that classic axiom; you can't have an omelette with breaking a few eggs. But one silver lining for the woman would be the pain only lasting for about a few seconds before unconsciousness, which as you pointed our is a lot better than the lethal alternative. So her suffering doesn't last long. But still it must be one hell of a peculiar sensation, to have your CNS shorted out then waking up knowing you were attacked, but not quite comprehend what happened. Unless the victim is a doctor of course.

[meditions142]

But still it must be one hell of a peculiar sensation, to have your CNS shorted out then waking up knowing you were attacked, but not quite comprehend what happened. Unless the victim is a doctor of course.

I wonder how much of the experience the woman remembers. Will she recall the sensations she experienced while her CNS was being shorted out and would she be able to describe it while she is being questioned after she regains consciousness?

I always loved the idea of scenes where a guard is found unconscious and in nothing but her undies. She is brought to the medical bay and then when she finally awakes she is questioned.

[Stormtrooper1990]

But still it must be one hell of a peculiar sensation, to have your CNS shorted out then waking up knowing you were attacked, but not quite comprehend what happened. Unless the victim is a doctor of course.

I wonder how much of the experience the woman remembers. Will she recall the sensations she experienced while her CNS was being shorted out and would she be able to describe it while she is being questioned after she regains consciousness?

I always loved the idea of scenes where a guard is found unconscious and in nothing but her undies. She is brought to the medical bay and then when she finally awakes she is questioned.

I think that the woman would remember bits and pieces, but not perhaps the sensations she felt when her CNS was shorted out. We know that memory is divided into two; your short term and then your long term memory. So if we use Aimee as an example. You can picture Aimee waking up in hospital and being questioned by the ISB, who tell her it was all part of a training exercise which she failed. She would be able to accurately describe Satine, their conversation and being tricked. But she wouldn’t be able to recall the moment of the attack or the sensations she felt. Because the human brain naturally makes you forget certain traumatic experiences as a coping mechanism.


I must admit I too find the concept of a guard being brought into a medical bay in nothing but her undies then interrogated upon waking, interesting and intriguing. I've always meant to add such a scene in my stories as an epilogue but never got around to it. It's something I would definitely consider.

[meditions142]

I must admit I too find the concept of a guard being brought into a medical bay in nothing but her undies then interrogated upon waking, interesting and intriguing. I've always meant to add such a scene in my stories as an epilogue but never got around to it. It's something I would definitely consider.

Indeed it could be a fun scene to imagine. The guard finally wakes up perhaps five or six hours after being discovered but has only very limited memories of what happened to her. This is due either to the method used to render her unconscious in the first place or due to the drug she was given to keep her asleep.

Then imagine someone who can do something like Spock's Vulcan Mind Meld where the person takes control of the woman's mind. The person probes her mind for information hidden in her subconscious. Imagine too the idea that the leaders don't care much about the random guards and use the method even thought the process is rather obtrusive and ends up knocking the poor woman unconscious again.