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The vassal of the Emperor appeared on a communications vector, having taken an untraceable and haphazard route across hyperspace to Kuati space.

 

The Lambda-class seemed rather bare and alone, having left it's measly accompaniment above the skies of Foy, descending into the atmosphere, an encrypted comm hit the surface, "This is Admiral Phillep of his Emperor Akturus' Imperial Navy. I come with orders and the demand of progress reports."

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OOC: Prime example of looking like an idiot for not reading all previous posts.

 

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The Lambda-class made its way towards the Hellspawn, wishing to meet Commander Karii in person. Phillep disembarked with a few men, sparing himself the 'honor guard' approach.

 

Commander, the complete SSD is to go to Foy. A pair of Imperial IIs will remain in orbit in Kuati space, you will continue to assemble the completions of the fleet and I will take command of them, when they are completed.

 

As the Comm finished transmitting itself, Phillep was led to the bridge...

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"Commander, I see you have done much for yourself in my leave of absence. Good to note the Empire was always in someone's capable hands."

 

The stiffness of Phillep's voice was beginning to mirror itself in his slightly aging features, still a meager 27 years of age, more and more grey had become noticeable about his scalp... perhaps due to the Officer's cap, or due to stress...

 

He nodded in respect of the Commander and clasped his hands behind his back, standing next to Karii, gazing out onto the Fleet Yards...

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  • 3 weeks later...

Phillep admired the spearheads of durasteel with the pride of a father towards his children, even if most were bastardized and fathered on Correllian-ale drinking binges with less than reputable women in the Lower Levels of the densely-populated world of Coruscant.

 

His smirk widened, "Alert his Imperial Highness, our Lord will most likely desire to hear of our successes and our readiness. We shall make our move in time..."

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"Nonsense, my Successor. Slavery is only death, however prolonged, but to be critical, prolonged death for the glory of the Empire as a servant of the might vibro-whip of his Lordship's Slave-drivers was more beneficial for the rest of the Imperium. And death is an escape from the harsh realities. A true prize, would have been to have severed a number of valuable portions, his manhood or his tongue... for example and barred their hands to watch them die. From fear and loss of blood, we all gain strength with their demise."

 

The Admiral shuffled his mustache as it itched and took a cup of the tea, "Defectors are always splendid entertainment."

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The Admiral's furrowed visage turned to hear the voice of his one-time ally and thrice-as-twisted politico, the Governor, Lord Geki. His sinister smirk twisted into a malicious grin, turning into a face of ecstatic sadistic glee...

 

"Captain Karii, I wish to show you something... do you remember the many campaigns against the more primitive races in the galaxy? Well... I wish to have you hear something that seems fitting."

 

Scavenging through a series of datapads... the words etched themselves electronically and were entered into the ship-wide communications system, "I present the Genocide Song."

 

La de da de dai,

Genocide.

La de da de duh,

An ocean of blood.

 

Let's begin the killing time.

 

The same verse began to replay over and over again and the Admiral began to move his free hand as if orchestrating the music, his mustache twitching to the rhythm. Then, taking his last sip, he ordered for the full specifications on the SEED Arsenal... "Time to play..."

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Phillep's twisted expression of glee only widens as the new plans reach his eyes, the death and destruction, the carnage that is to be wrought and the innocent blood that is to be spilled will make his return all the more worth it.

 

Immediately, he rushed commands to his Aides, "Begin construction of the SEED Navy, time is of the essence... and any delay will be paid for with your life."

 

The new Turbolaser technology, in addition, to all "special modifications" were immediately implemented in the new designs for SEED and some were applied to the Imperial Navy's retro-fitted Fleet. Upgrades were immediately set underway for the Flagship...

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  • 4 months later...

The shining face of the Empire far too long ago had been reduced to a great deal less than he had been; rebahilitation, psych wards, and several medicinal mind-altering drugs can do that to a person, if he was even to still be called a person.

 

His body pulsed to life from the incubation chamber deep within an Imperial Research and Development building, the Moff Council who generally found much disdain for the impertinent prick to be known as Phillep, knew that his psychosis, his paranoia, and his insatiable lust for liquor, fine women and overly expensive foods could still be an asset to the Empire... and as it now fell into the hands of a true Emperor, someone who could in theory and by virtue of the Force, control the heavy-hand of the filthy and overbearing Phillep, it was time to reanimate him.

 

Eyes opened to find themselves pierced by the whiteness of a sterile room, but it was not so much a real room, as a padded one. A pair of over-sized Storm Troopers approached, but instead of the usual plasteel armor, they were wearing special respirators and escorted by an Interrogation Droid.

 

The livid mind of a genius-turned-psychopath immediately develops ways to run, but where to run if he is surrounded by four padded walls and a single door blocked by armed guards. Then he saw it, the needle... it carried a strangle yellow fluid, "Is it time?"

 

The leftmost orderly, only nodded, granting Phillep the initiative to find his eyes roll into the rear of his head and crumple to the floor... but in reality, the droid had already injected the fluid into his body. The intense sedative brought a world of joy to the insane, for it was not so much a sedative as a hallucinogen and the worst of its kind, at that.

 

It brought the patient into a lulled world of intense happiness, one where he'd forsake all his life, existence, possessions and reason to obtain once more, giving more of himself for each injection.

 

The average death stick couldn't compare to this chemical... not even the sinful pleasure of a nicotine addiction or the lulled libido gained from the consumption of alcohol. No, this was a chemical on it's own scale, the kind addicts not only craved but killed for... and this was how science would control the beast.

 

The straight-jacket was removed, he was given a razor to cleanse himself of his disgusting facial hair. He reduced it to his infamous mustache. He was returned his uniform, but his rank was reduced to that of Captain, pending a meeting with the Emperor who'd determine his best utility.

 

"Welcome back to active service, Captain Phillep... a shuttle shall take you to greet the Emperor shortly."

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  • 1 month later...

The three Imperial II Star Destroyers, rechristened the Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria appeared in the far reaches of Kuat... the first of the Imperials to take note of the mass devastation was a recently commissioned Ensign by the name of Rodrigo Vivar, codenamed TK-421B.

 

His first words were short and simple, "Ay Virgen Maria! Que diablos ha pasado aqui!" Upon a glance from his counterpart and a report to the Imperial Secret Police, Vivar's commission was quickly revoked and he was executed... turns out, his counterpart spoke a rare Outer Rim dialect that roughly translated Vivar's statement to... "I'm carrying several rounds of thermal detonator cores rammed up my arse, the next thing you know, I'll blow up and take this entire Star Destroyer with me."

 

It's unfortunate for Vivar's seven children, wife, concubine, mistress, and mother; not so much for his mother-in-law.

 

Despite that completely irrelevant back-story, Vivar's statements were what were echoed by many in the Imperial Navy, and most famously by the very Captain of the Santa Maria, Captain Columbus, codenamed XO-137, "Those Rebels... they be in some tough s*** now."

 

The entire revelation was that several Imperial Engineers set about restructuring the debris fields and manipulating matter flow throughout Kuat, in several days time, a new Fleet Yard operated by slaves from several systems soon to be imported by the Dutch East India Company, a division of Imperial Slave Works, Inc., with several tonnes of frozen Belgian Waffles, several kiloliters of tea, and several tonnes of crumpets.

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The decimated world of Kuat was being rebuilt, specifically the fleet yards above it. Already, millions of enslaved persons toiled melding the durasteel structures that contained the massive Imperial Star Destroyers, and millions more would find their lives exhausted in the same endeavour or in the building of the actual fleet.

 

Captain Columbus looked over the new Kuat and smiled, "I claim this land for the Empire and I call it New Kuat."

 

A smart-mouthed Ensign approached the Captain, "Captain, you can't rename something if it hasn't been discovered, unless it's been captured. Kuat wasn't really captured it was just destroyed..."

 

The Ensign was quickly imprisoned and Captain Columbus misconception lingered for several days until a higher-ranking Imperial re-renamed New Kuat, Kuat and considered decommissioning Captain Columbus for being a fool who discovered a place that was already discovered, but no one would know this... because the first Imperials to discover Kuat settled many other places and became a lost civilization... they had a fondness for marking up their transport vessels with dragons and looting random villages.

 

Regardless, it is also noteworthy to remark upon the recently decommissioned and executed Ensign, TK-421B, Rodrigo Vivar, his goat and donkey were terribly saddened upon his demise; once more his mother-in-law threw a fiesta.

 

Progress was moving along swiftly and Phillep's Imperial Doctrine would be moaning exquisitely in the weeks to come...

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New New Kuat, er... New Kuat? No, Kuat, yes, Kuat, was finally complete. It stood as a testament to all the good things that made the Imperials Imperials. Overly efficient brutality, fine use of geometric shapes, limited bloodshed for unlimited results with semi-finite resources.

 

The Niña, the Pinta and the Santa Maria found company in the way of Admiral Phillep's First Fleet. Regrouping outside the atmosphere, the Fleetyard at Selvaris and the now complete Fleetyard at Kuat would work in unison, should one ever fail the other would exist to complement it... and both were armed to the teeth, yes... the metaphysical teeth for we all know fleetyards do not have teeth. STOP OPRESSING ME!

 

Ha, that's ironic... being a narrarator is awesome.

 

Anyhow, Phillep's hands clenched his enormously large cherry oak desk that he finally was able to afford now that the Empire was his and not some dumb Sith's... "I swear if it weren't for the Force they'd put on pants just like the rest of us... but no, they insist on wearing those ridiculously over-sized robes. Bunch of stupid Corporate Sell-outs."

 

Of course, as the Imperial Overlord continues to mutter much to his own amusement, an impertinent lower-ranked and much inferior officer insists on correcting him... Yes, we all know the drill, Phillep pulls out a pistol and shoots him in between the eyes, then continues muttering... WRONG!

 

"Sir, I'd like to remind you that, we in fact represent something that is much like a corporation and we in fact are quite generally sell-outs. Furthermore, given the Alliance's control of Coruscant and generally stable government, we in fact are Rebels."

 

Phillep's eyes became a terribly violent shade of bloodshot as he leapt from his desk with a large scalpal and cut across the man's stomach like a mad fiend possessed by rage and fury. He dug into the man displaced his innards with violent willful abandon, spraying crimson across the air as a mist and all over his bright, cherry oak desk and tanned leather swivel office chair, even over the framed pictures of his Promotion with the Old Emperor, his picture with Grand Admiral Payne and that one state dinner with Lord Ar-Pharazon and Lord Geki where they discussed the increasing long table of doom.

 

By the time, Phillep had exposed the man's still-beating heart to open-air and realized he had began consuming the man's appendex, Phillep came to a screeching halt. The blood drenched his often-clean and pressed grey uniform, smothered his hands in the viscous fluid and damaged his neatly trimmed mustache and exposed, greased-back black as night hair.

 

A second impertinent officer stopped dead in his tracks, frigtened to see Phillep madly waving the scalpal and perpetually eviscerating the recently promoted Lieuetenant on the ground, his face in a state of eternal agony as he had walked into the light and been consumed by the fires of hell. Instead, Phillep set the knife down, looked at the Junior Officer and back down at his handiwork, "You should try the liver, it's quite nice. He's been hitting the brandy, no doubt."

 

The savage appearance of the Grand Admiral of the Empire was almost intolerable and the female Junior Officer vomited in absolute repulsion. Phillep looked at her name, "What is your name and designation, love?"

 

He added the last bit in a flirtatious tone that had never been performed by the Admiral ever... "Lt. Eva Braun, sir, Technician and Political Officer, 3rd Class. X8-69R."

 

Phillep's eyes lit up at the mentioning of the slightly intriguing sexual position, "Well... make sure you pass around my office more often, Eva."

 

She nodded and turned around, where Phillep took a look at her rear assets, "Nice ass."

 

All in short, Kuat was complete with a pair of Golan III Platforms, multitudes of Turbolaser batteries and 50,000 active-duty Imperial servicemen and Citizen-Officers who were members of the Kuati homeworld.

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  • 2 weeks later...

A new Imperial II Star Destroyer exits from the Kuati Shipyards, a sister ship well underway (Within five days). The new vessel was christened the Reconveyance and she immediately was sent off to orbit above Selvaris.

 

Meanwhile Phillep's current fleet of six Imperial II Star Destroyers and on Super-class Star Destroyer was separated; an invasion detachment of the SSD and three other Imperial IIs escorted by hundreds of frigates, assault gunboats and missileboats, and numerous spare Droid Katana Fighters set off for the Hapan Cluster.

 

The remaining three Imperial IIs were separated, leaving two above Kuat and another joining the Reconveyance above Selvaris.

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OOC: To be clear, 2 Imperial IIs (Selvaris), 2 Imperial IIs (Kuat), 3 Imperial IIs and 1 SSD (Hapan Cluster)

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  • 3 weeks later...

A young, red-blooded Imperial Commander with nothing much to do on a good night and tired of the enclosed spaces and lack of sexual desire inherent with the random female Imperial nurse (all of mature age and lacking in... expertise) often finds himself drawn to the dimly lit world of night-culture. The young buck, in his early thirties, strode into the cantina on Kuat-proper and found himself enthralled by the newly plastered posters of "We Bare it ALL!" It was enough for the little man between his legs to come right out and smile at the world, which it would have, if it weren't restrained by restrictive leather pants he was now wearing.

 

The general consensus for Imperial relationships was... whatever you bring home, you gotta share with the Troops, and thus Phillep accounted for the increasingly high rate of Sexually-Transmitted Diseases in his Army, or at least, that's what he hoped was going on...

 

Nevertheless, the young buck strolls into the cantina to find one particular dancer on stage and his eyes fall out of his socket, his tongue reaches the floor and his manhood seemingly erupts. The blushing Imperial slides into a booth to better enjoy the show and himself, as the dim lights prevent much of anything from... being seen, especially what occured beneath the table.

 

The proprietors knew the Imperials were often the cause for the unnatural viscosity and adhesiveness of the table-bottoms but so long as they did not get an E-11 pointed at their forehead, they'd turn a blind eye and laugh in enclosed quarters at the Troopers sexual frustrations.

 

However, returning the heightened state of the Imperial Commander, once his body temperature returned to normal and he... disposed... of himself, his finer negotiating tactics called over the proprietor and put a bid on taking the stage-dancer off his employ... and into the folds of the Empire's... 'Special Skills' Division.

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The Imperial Commander grinned sheepishly as he felt all of her figure upon him, especially her firm, tight rear 'assets,' in his hands. He felt her tongue in his mouth and adjusted himself to bring her ever closer... "I wanted to know if you'd care to have a more... private discussion... about your future?"

 

He spoke even as his anatomy discussed his personal plans rather obviously and to the dismay of many of the other patrons. Then again, the power of the Imperial Empire's Imperium Express Black Card was... almost as powerful as the flotilla hovering above the planet.

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He nodded, a smile showing through his teeth, "Why yes, yes I most certainly do..."

 

He craned his neck as she kissed it and offered an insulting, yet gleeful expression at the other clients, then, whispered into her ear, "A very exclusive contract in Selvaris... you'll get paid several times more than you get paid here and you get to experience the luxury of several more men, fit, trim and attractive... perhaps even access to his Admiralcy."

 

He was exaggerating... then again, her record said she was just that good, and he was looking for a woman to entertain the men, regardlessly, if this would get her consideration, what did he care. He could do as he wished at gun-point...

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He thought for only a second, "More than you can dream... being that you'll be a diversion to Officers who're more willing to offer their salaries, paychecks and any random offspring for a taste of your enticement, you'd be able to... work them out of anything."

 

He mused, for another few seconds, "If you'd like a more... real... number, I'd say you'd be starting at several thousand credits per show, plus tips. The Empire has money to burn and attractive women to keep our soldiers alert, aware and ready... are a much needed commodity."

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The Commander grinned as her hand struck along his jaw-line, his body reacting much without his control by now, "We can start right away... I only have to test you, first, we can get going right now, actually..."

 

He straddled her off of him and led her towards the shuttle that would take them to the above stationed Star Destroyer.

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The Imperial Commander smiled as he felt her body caress his own, the shuttle was large enough to accomodate the general luxuries afforded higher-ranking Officers... and he'd admit, he did really love his job, especially the perks.

 

He motioned for a large spacious bedroom that took the center of the vessel...

 

"It's your evaluation... consider this a free-response question..."

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He let out a laugh, "Of course you've passed my test... the only other one may be a Battallion gang-bang, but something tells me you'll manage." He let out another hearty laugh from his frame.

 

He cleansed his face, body and genitalia before stepping out of the shower and drying himself off. He went to the soiled bed and pulled back the covers, discarding them towards the floor and falling down heavily on the bed.

 

"We should be on the Kuat Docks within moments," and then the officer slipped into an unconscious dream.

 

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EDIT: Oct 18, 2005

 

The fleet blankets into realspace above the Kuat foundries and regroups with the current Star Destroyer defense above the planet's surface. Phillep boards a Imperial Lambda-class shuttle with a number of his best armed guards and sets off for Vjun, a planet steeped in the Dark Side.

 

Phillep's desire to study the nature of his Trandoshan Elite Death Squads spurring his curiosity, his Empire was thriving above the skies of the Cluster, Selvaris and Kuat, several raw recruits brimming forth from the depths of his bases on Cardia and even an Imperial presence remained on the dark world of Foy, he could take a spiritual vacation.

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A Colonel overlooked the 501st Alpha Squad and pointed them to their new base of operations, the Super-class Star Destroyer Moaning Hapan, the Imperial Flagship, of course, by pointing, the Colonel began to gesture to the immense monstrosity orbiting above Kuat, which they were currently already located within... "Your quarters are near the vessel's aft, on the lower decks."

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OOC: Jack take a few posts, I'll be out this weekend. This is what you'd be doing for a great deal of time, RPing against NPCs.

 

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While it was far from the violent overture that many, or at least one, Imperial trooper desired to do, the call for Live Munitions training did come in, at least as a form of entertainment for the troopers, and it was better than randomly marching up and down the twelve mile spire of durasteel.

 

The Troopers of the 501st were led to a large open expanse, an empty hangar bay, for the Firefight against the 666th Squadron. The loud, monotone voice over the PA system ordered all present troopers to set their weapons to stun and begin the battle.

 

As opposed to training against Green Recruits, the 501st Squad was being given a chance to train against slighly more competent opposition than legions of Battle Droids or incompetent trainees...

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The Commander awoke groggilly and was surprised to see she was still in the room, dressed and awaiting him. He stumbled out of the bed and entered the 'fresher where he relieved himself and took a second shower to get ready. If anything, this guy was about as efficient as a regal and pristine woman... He finally got out and led her to her Quarters aboard the SSD Moaning Hapan.

 

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The loud voice boomed and congratulated XJ-954 and TH-300 for jobs well done. They were the top kill leaders in the entire exercise, even despite the intensive training of the 666th.

 

The troopers were all dismissed and those severely injured sent to the Medical Bay for treatment.

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"This entire hallway is your's to roam, at the far end there is an Officer's Mess Hall, the turbolift is already programmed with your biological and physiological make up... simply place your finger on the pad and you will be whisked away back to this floor or to the Officer's Quarters a few decks below. Other than that... the ship is mostly off-limits."

 

The Commander smiled, "Welcome aboard."

 

He turned, remembering about her ship, "It will be impounded for the remainder of your stay... returned to you when you wish to leave."

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"You will find your clothing to me a rarely-needed commodity, however, there are several garments available within the closet space of your bunk."

 

She would do her job well, that he was assured, perhaps well enough to covet the eyes of the Admiral himself...

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The majority of the Officers went about their way, compelled into their work as the amount of leisure granted most Officers was quite minimal, especially the lower-ranked ones, however, the higher-ranking Officers who were both given a quantity of Brandy and used to the employ of the "comfort women" instantly found their eyes straying towards the new madam, their eyes desperate for the taste of flesh after so many months, however, the line was rather set-straight.

 

The Lt. Commander Frisk, granted the return of his name, came up to her table and sat infront of her... "You must be new, here, love... it's about time, I've been thinking I was going to have to explode over myself in sexual frustration."

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His eyes stared blankly at her, "What, was it something I said? I always figured... your kind... was used to vulgar language."

 

The Imperial's accented Basic seemed to ponder, in a regal inquisitive tone, before he responded to her question, "I am Lt. Cmdr. Frisk, I guess I... like to get Frisky."

 

He chuckled at his own joke in the way most men with bloated egos do, "You understand that I am first in line for Leisure with a Female due to my position and ranking. The line extends to several different men, but due to hiearchy, we follow an order for all the women that come through the system. Would you like to... go to a more private setting, perhaps a bath?"

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The power structure of the Empire was one of perpetually finding ways to screw over those beneath you without letting them know it, but they knew it anyway...and the Officers were often at the top of this chain and given several amenities to keep them ecstatic about being Imperials... the large suite that the Security Officer, Lt. Cmdr. Frisk, enjoyed was an example of these... perks.

 

With their arms linked, he gestured for the door to open and it exposed a rather large and velvety place, soft carpet giving an aura of personality and a slight whimsicality to the environment, the advantages of advancing through the ranks clearly evident in the luxurious setting... draperies of crimson hues and a large bed that led into a large, private bath. The water flowed into the tub and released the scent of alluring body oils... if it was not for the fact that this was allowed the Officer's to be much more sexually approachable and keep a level of decency in their advances, one would imagine the Empire was no different that the original Hapan men, a large sack of metrosexuals indulging themselves with vanity. Perhaps that was the case, but in time, as Phillep molded and changed things... the reality would follow suit.

 

The man led her to the bath and began to remove his belt, cap and boots...

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Frisk nodded in the affirmative.

 

The other soldiers were resting, presently, and would... indulge in her skills, eventually.

 

She walked out of his room and arguably out of his life... where he promptly collapsed into sleep.

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A young patrol Officer has followed her in and held a brief message, the Orders were simple, "Ms. Vastor, there are orders that the Admiral is requesting your presence in the Hapes Cluster. Please Report to Transport Alpha-Delta-Omicron with your personal belongings. We are bound within the hour..."

 

The Patrol Officer offered her the message as she exercised, quite young, he stood bemused at the sight of a woman drenched in sweat... on some level he was stimulated, but he had several more errands to run... unfortunately, for him.

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