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Chapter 1

As Catlula stared at the obstacle course, her lekku tingled. She was wearing a white tank top that was too small for her busty breasts and a black pair of shorts that showed off her curvaceous cheeks. The 18-year-old twi’lek had completed many challenges and tests in her four years at the Coruscant military academy, but they had been nothing quite like this. Ten stages made up the course: dodging throwing knives in a dense forest, swinging from one rope to another, jumping from one moving platform to another, Climbing up a 200-foot rock wall, crawling through a very tight tunnel with random rock falls, a battle scene against five battle droids, defusing a bomb in a warehouse, jumping off a 200-foot ledge and landing in an open area of deep water, holding your breath underwater to swim to the other side, and fighting a super battle droid. Cadets were required to complete this course if they wanted to join the special forces. Catlula was a great sniper, so she wanted to join a sniper battalion. Only about 5% of officers had survived this course, and it was rarer for a woman to complete it.

Her instructor, General Klepti, stood by her as she looked at the challenges. He was an older, white human man who had completed this course fifty years prior.

Klepti looked at the twi’lek and said, “Are you crazy? If I were you, I would be happy with where I am, not try to overachieve to prove everyone wrong. Ackerson wouldn’t be happy if you died here.”

Catlula continued staring at the forest and replied, “Not every decision I make has to involve me being a twi’lek. Also, Ackerson doesn’t own me. I am my own person.”

Klepti shrugged and laughed, saying, “It is your life to lose, tail-head.”

Catlula slightly snickered at the name the general called her but had learned to ignore the term. The obstacle course was the only thing worth her attention.

A disembodied voice from a loudspeaker called out to her, “The course is ready, begin.”

Catlula nodded at the voice and ran into the forest.

Catlula pushed her lekku against her petite body to ensure they would not get severed by the knives. As the twi’lek ran, twigs and branches brushed against her and cut her as she ran. Then, the daggers started getting deployed. The blades brushed against her body, leaving cuts, but they would not stop her. Eventually, branches and twigs got caught in the holes of her tank top and temporarily stopped her. Catlula’s heart raced, but she continued pushing until the top tore off. Then, a twig ripped her tight bra off, leaving her topless. Her tits bounced around, colliding with many twigs and leaves as she ran. Then, a knife stabbed her in the hip, ripping the waistband of her shorts and panties. The twi'lek yelled in pain as the clothing traveled down her legs until they tripped her, and she fell to the floor. Catlula, only caring about her survival, rolled her bottoms down the rest of her leg and left them on the floor as she stood up and continued running, naked. After a few more cuts, the twi’lek left the forest on the other side.

When Catlula was finally safe, she looked at her body. She saw that she was naked and covered in bleeding cuts. She also grabbed the knife stuck in her hip and pulled it out of her body, throwing it in the water below the swinging ropes. The stab left a gapping wound on the side of the twi'lek's hip. Blood flowed down her right leg as she limped forward, cringing with every move she made.

The twi’lek looked at the crowds staring at her naked body. Many of their eyes were glued to her boobs, with her nipples jutting out of the large blue orbs. Catlula's naked skin glistened against the ceiling lights of the facility. The twi'lek had the body of a slave girl and the mind of a military prodigy.

Catlula looked at the amused crowd and bitterly whispered, “They are all about to see a naked slave girl do what they were too cowardly to do.”

She looked at the small hanging ropes and jumped off her platform. The twi’lek grabbed the first rope with her hands and used the rope’s momentum to jump to the next one. She used the kinetic energy of the hanging objects as she jumped to get through the obstacle. As Catlula jumped from one rope to the other, her lekku flowed through the air, and her large breasts bounced up and down, catching the predominantly male audience’s attention. When she landed on the platform, her breasts hit her in the face and freely bounced around her chest.

The naked twi'lek bent down and put her hands on her knees to catch her breath, giving the spectators behind her an intimate view of her body. Catlula was exhausted and in pain from the bleeding wound in her hip, but she was determined to continue. She looked at the moving platforms and jumped on one when it was close. The twi’lek was patient with each surface and jumped from one to the other when it was safe to. The adrenaline of her situation overtook the pain from the stab wound, and she continued forward with urgency.

Catlula thought as she progressed in the challenge, “At least this one is easy. I wish all of these obstacles were like this.”

When the twi’lek reached the end and jumped on the stable surface, she looked up at the wall and put her hands and feet on it to start climbing. The crowd watching stared at the woman’s butt and her vagina when she was high enough for it be visible. The gate of desire were enticing to every man in the audience, and they knew they would never see anything like this again.

Catlula grabbed and stepped up one rock at a time, getting closer and closer to the ledge. When she reached the top of the cliff, she rolled herself over the edge and lay down on the rocky ground. In the process, Catlula unknowing spread her legs, so everyone her inviting and exposed vagina. Many men in the audience began fantasizing of feeling the twi'lek's curvaceous body and her insides. After a few minutes, the naked, busty twi’lek stood up and walked to the battlefield, and the Imperials activated the battle droid. She ran up to one of the droids, dodged the blaster bolts, and started wrestling it for its gun. She tackled the droid to the ground and stole its blaster. Her breasts bounced off the droid's metal, and the blood from her hip rubbed on its exterior. Then, she shot the battle droid and the other enemies. The Imperials in the audience were surprised by the girl's fighting skills, but this appreciation was quickly replaced by lust. After clearing the battlefield, Catlula walked to the warehouse and walked to the bomb. She did as she learned and cut the red wire to destroy the capabilities of the bomb. Then, she walked out of the backdoor of the warehouse and jumped down the cliff. As the naked twi’lek fell, her breasts hit her in the face, and they floated when she crashed into the water.

Catlula breathed before she landed in the water, so she had enough oxygen in her lungs to survive as she reached surface. The red hue of her blood filled the water that surrounded her, but she tried to ignore the pain as she progressed. Her breasts floated in the water, and the pressure pushed her tits back as she swam. The twi’lek moved her arms and paddled her legs as she swam in the direction of the surface. When she reached her destination, she saw the super battle droid she was supposed to eliminate and left the water running. The twi’lek ran into the droid and grabbing trying to use its own weaponry to destroy it. Her large, wet breasts smashed against the machine as her lekku and arm grabbed its arm gun. Her warm vagina collided with the cold metal of the machine as her feet were lifted off the floor. Eventually, she pointed the droid’s arm at its shoulder and triggered its weapon. The super battle droid shot its arm off, and Catlula disengaged with the droid, holding its arm. Then, She shot the droid with its own arm until it stopped moving.

After completing the course, Catlula threw the blaster and fell to the floor and fell to the floor, feeling accomplished. The blood from her hip flowed to the metal floor of the facility, and the entire audience stared at her large, naked butt.

General Klepti walked to the fallen twi’lek and pulled on her lekku, saying, “Get up, cadet.”

Catlula got up from the floor and replied, “Yes, sir. I hope you can excuse my state of being.”

Klepti looked at her breasts and her succulent nipples and laughed, saying, “You certainly gave everyone something to see. You are a beautiful specimen. I was surprised that you were able to accomplish this. You are the woman to complete this, and I want to see what you will do in the future. Also, if it makes you feel better, cadets doing this are usually dressed in full-body suits. Everyone in charge wanted you to get stripped during this course.”

Catlula felt bitter at the people in charge and said, “At least I completed that.”

Klepti nodded and said, “The most impressive part was how you completed it without blasters.”

The twi’lek was confused and asked, “What blasters?”

The naked twi’lek’s confusion caught Klepti off guard, and he laughed and replied, “There were blasters before the battle droid areas. You were supposed to use them to fight the droids. It was funny to watch boobs jiggle around fighting those droids.”

He moved closer to her and grabbed one of her butt cheeks. Catlula felt the man's cold hands against her bare skill, and sge pushed him away, yelling, “Don’t touch me! I deserve respect. I’m an Imperial sniper.”

Klepti backed up and tried to change the subject away from what he tried to do, saying, “Yeah, sure. You were born into slavery, and you have the athletic ability of a dancer. You certainly put up a stellar performance out there. Oh well, see you around.”

Klepti walked away from the twi’lek as she scoffed at his comments.

Catlula entered the locker room and observed her bleeding cuts in the mirror. Most of them were closed and would not leave any permanent damage. The large ones would only leave scars. Then, she got sick of looking at her naked body and dressed in her cadet uniform. She clothed herself in a new bra and panties and dressed in her long-sleeved uniform dress and belt. Then, she put her Imperial uniform on, fitting her lekku through the holes in her headware.

She looked at herself in the mirror and thought, “They will learn. One day, they will learn not to mess with me."

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Catlula woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. She sat up, propping her back and head against the head of the bed, and thought, “If only yesterday could have gone differently. I wish my successes didn’t correlate with my embarrassment.”

Her anxious rest drenched her tank top in sweat and wrinkled her tight shorts up her leg.

Catlula stood up and left her bed to turn on the light and alleviate the darkness. As she walked to the light switch, she felt the muscles in her legs and arms tighten, but the twi’lek recognized the pain from the activity from the previous day. She turned the lights on and closed her eyes to avoid the pain from the sudden light in the room. When she opened her eyes again, she saw her apartment, fully illuminated in color. Then, she looked at the mirror in front of her.

The twi’lek stared at herself and thought, “I’m a mess. I’m an anxious, pathetic mess. Sometimes, I wish to trade my lekku and stupid blue skin for respect in this Empire.”

Then, she sat back on her bed and thought again, “I’m just blaming my problems on stuff I can’t control. I should be happy that I have come as far as I had. I’m only 18, and I graduate tomorrow. I could just as likely have turned out dead or enslaved. I need to remember how lucky I am.”

Then, the twi’lek looked at herself again and saw the powerful woman she recognized from the day before. She felt content again and walked to the light switch to eliminate the suffocating rays. Catlula felt comfortable in the dark but was too tired and worn to find her way to bed. Her fatigue was beating down on her mental state. She groggily and clumsily walked toward her bed but felt her leg collide with an object. She let out a small yelp, and her exhausted body fell to the floor. Catlula decided that standing back up would be too much work, so she fell asleep on the carpeted bedroom floor.

In the morning, Catlula opened her eyes to find her body parallel to the floor. She noticed pain in her right arm and left leg. The twi’lek sat on the floor; the light from the windows allowed her to see the bed frame that caused her fall. Then, she looked at her leg and saw it was scratched and bleeding. She also looked at her arm and saw the bruises from catching her fall.

The twi’lek thought, “This is nothing. It is just another cut.”

She looked up at her clock and saw that it would be an hour before she would need to be at the academy for graduation. The twi’lek sighed, and she slowly stood up, one leg after the other, and walked into her bathroom. Catlula was tired, but she still knew how to follow through with her morning routine.

The twi’lek removed her sweaty tank top and bra and felt paranoid about unwanted eyes on her. She pulled her shorts and panties down, looking around, hoping no one could see her.

Catlula threw her clothes in the corner of the room and walked into the shower. She turned the nozzle, and water flowed from the shower head. The liquid covered her body and washed away the sweat and dirt that clung to her body like a parasite. She grabbed her soap from a shelf in the shower and squirted some on her hand. She rubbed the soap on her body: down her lekku, on and between her boobs, and down her legs. The twi’lek ensured that every corner of her body would be clean and clear. After covering her body in soap, she allowed the water to wash it away. The twi’lek separated her tits to catch any corner of soap that may have remained on her body.

When satisfied with her appearance, Catlula turned the shower off and grabbed a towel from outside the cubicle. She rubbed her body dry of any water and put the towel back on her hanger.

When Catlula exited the restroom, the ceiling light reflected off her clean body like steel. As she walked, she looked around, paranoid. She reached her closet with no issues and dressed in her officer’s uniform and hat, covering her exposed beauty.

The twi’lek tidied her clothing, put on makeup in front of her mirror, and thought, “Someone will have something against me there; I know it. Some people will think of me as a harlot. I don’t know if I should hate myself or everyone else for how I get treated. Meh, hatred destroys more than it accomplishes. There have been many other cadets who fell into grudges and fell into irrelevance. If I get angry at anything, the other officers will campaign for my removal from the Empire. I have consistently kept control of my emotions, and I don’t think I should allow that to change. Whether they want me or not, I’m coming.”

When Catlula finished preparing for graduation, she left her apartment room and building. She walked to the academy she was taught and trained in for the past few years. The twi’lek walked up the stairs to the entrance of the academy’s main building; she was familiar with this journey. Catlula walked into the large black building and met a crowd of cadets. Graduating officers filled the main room of the building, and open space was rare.

The twi’lek made her way through the crowded room toward the tables in front of the stage. Suddenly, she felt a tug on her lekku, causing her to fall. She landed on the hard floor and bruised her butt. The twi’lek quickly stood back up, trying push away feelings of embarrassment, and turned around to see a smiling male cadet holding her lekku and four friends surrounding him. Catlula’s heart dropped as she looked at the five men.

The cadet holding her lekku said in a mocking tone, “Seems that the tail-head is here. I saw your amazing performance at the course yesterday.”

The twi’lek said, trying to hide her fury, “Hello, Eskol. It’s nice to see you today. If I may ask, can you please let go of my lekku?”

Eskol laughed with his followers and let go of her lekku, replying, “Sure, honey. You know, the best parties I’ve been at have involved half-naked, dancing twi’leks. I am sure you know a thing or two about dancing.”

Catlula blushed and crossed her arms with embarrassment, saying, “I bet you think you are funny. I don’t care what you do in your free time, but don’t connect me with your sickness.”

Eskol and his followers laughed again, and he stepped forward, barely an inch away from the twi’lek.

The man caressed her upper neck and said, “You seem uncomfortable. I wonder how you would feel if stripped of your clothes and exposed to the whole building. I would love to have you, to feel your body tighten as I consume you. I bet you would also try to struggle, but your small frame would easily get overpowered. I could do that to you at any moment, and I don’t care about the punishments or the pain done to you. You are an intelligent woman, but you cannot escape where you came from, slave.”

Catlula pushed Eskol away and said, with her face turning purple, “Stop! Get away from me.”

Eskol laughed, “See you around, sweetheart. I hope this isn’t the last we see of each other. “.

Then, Eskol and his friends walked away.

The twi’lek tried to forget her interaction with Eskol as she walked to a seat at an empty table near the stage.

She sat down and put her face in her hands, thinking, “Why does that pervert keep bothering me? I’m not a sexual object; I’m a person. I hope someone deals with him at some point.”

After a few minutes of waiting for the ceremonies to begin, a male cadet with short brown hair sat next to Catlula. The twi’lek removed her head from her hands and looked at the man sitting by her.

He extends his hand to her and says, “Hello, my name is Tomax Aldamir.”

Catlula shakes the man’s hand and replies, confused, “My name is Catlula.”

Tomax looked at the twi’lek and asked, “What is your last name?”

Catlula answers in a monotone voice, “My clan’s name is Lula. It is a tradition in my family to add letters to the beginning of the family name to create a one-word name. The tradition started after the Hutts nearly wiped us out.”

Tomax was intrigued by this story and asked, “The Hutts nearly wiped your clan out? Your family must be tough.”

Catlula replied, “Not exactly. The Hutts almost wiped us out when my grandfather attempted a rebellion against their rule. They wiped out his troops, publically decapitated him in Lessu, and enslaved the rest of my family, including my mother, who was eighteen.”

Tomax continued to be invested in the story and asked, “What happened to your mother? How did you come to be? How are you here and not a slave?”

Catlula replied in a more depressed voice, “My mother’s name was Yaglula. She became a dancer in Tatooine for Jabba the Hutt and quickly became his favorite slave. She conceived me almost a month later when the Hutt forced my mother to breed with a male twi’lek slave to make a more attractive daughter, which was me. My mom cared for me; most of my values came from her. She died when I was twelve after protecting me from some palace guards. They fed her to the rancor, and she died screaming. I escaped the next day after stealing a pistol and threatening to shoot the Hutt. He let me go, and I found an Imperial base on Tatooine. The troops took me in, and the commander, General Ackerson, raised me as if I were his daughter. He taught me how to become a proper Imperial and pushed for me to get accepted into this academy. I’m hoping to join his army.”

Tomax was impressed with the twi’lek’s story and said, “I never thought a nonhuman, former slave would become an Imperial officer, but here we are. I was born in Coruscant, and my dad was a former officer.”

Catlula disinterestedly said, “It seems everyone else here has the same story as you, but throughout the past few years, I have learned that the only important thing is getting an opportunity to do something. I bet you see me as an abnormality in the system, but you must realize we are on the same playing field. My warning to you is not to get complacent.”

Tomax was confused about the twi’lek’s statement and said, “What is that supposed to mean? I know my journey here was easy, but I don’t only see you as a flash in the pan. I saw you completing that course yesterday. You will be a special forces commander as a sniper and jump trooper. You are a very accomplished woman.”

Catlula was surprised by the praise and looked at the man to reply, “Thank you, sir. Not many people have praised my accomplishments. The most anyone here has ever said was, ‘That’s good for a slave.’ or ‘That’s good for a twi’lek.’. Thank you, Tomax.”

Tomax smiled and replied, “No problem, ma’am. Everyone else is always fighting each other, but I like to make friends with others. We all compete for the same cause, so we should all get along.”

The man's statement made Catlula uncomfortable, and she replied, “I hope that works for you.” and thought, “I don’t think he understands how competition drives the Empire. Oh well, he’ll find out sooner or later. Everyone in this room has something to learn, including me.”

Tomax continued smiling and said, “I hope so, too.”. The two graduating cadets continued sitting next to each other in a comfortable silence.

Eventually, Grand Moff Hilax or the Central Overector, which covered Coruscant, walked up to the stage. He was a strong-looking man with greying hair who seemed to be in his early 50s.

The Grand Moff started the ceremony by saying, “I would like to congratulate everyone graduating today. It is an honor to welcome the next generation into the Empire. I will name officers and sort by their overall academic score, so you will know where you placed.”

The man started naming graduating cadets. The first cadets were the few nonhuman and female cadets who found a way to survive the academy, but he did not call Catlula’s name. About halfway through the list, the Grand Moff called Tomax’s name, and the twi’lek watched as the man beside her stand up and walk to the stage. He shook the Moff’s hand and received his certification as Catlula waited for the man to call her name.

Eventually, Grand Moff Hilax reached the last two cadets: Catlula and Eskol, and he called, “Congratulations Eskol.”

The twi’lek was surprised as she watched the incredibly arrogant man rank below her.

Then, Hilax said, “Finally, congratulations Catlula.”.

The twi’lek stood up from her seat and looked at the crowd staring at her. She felt uncomfortable walking to the stage to accept her certification. Eskol looked at the twi'lek with mixture of shoke and spite, believing that she took what was rightfully his.

When the twi’lek reached the grand moff, she shook his hand, and the moff softly said, “Congratulations, Catlula."

Catlula gratefully replied, "Thank you, sir"

The Grand Moff continued with his lack of emotion and said, “The Emperor wishes to speak to you at the Imperial Palace as soon as possible.”

Catlula was surprised by the news and replied, “Really? I better get going, then.”

The High Ranking Imperial said in a monotone voice, “Leave if you need to. I don’t need you here anymore.”

Catlula nodded at the grand moff, swiftly walking off the stage and out the door to meet with the great Sith.”

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After a few minutes of walking, Catlula reached the back doors of the Imperial Palace, as that was the closest entrance to the throne room. Two armed death troopers were blocking the palace doors, holding rifles in a rested position. Their dark, black uniforms and the lack of emotion on their mask brought an unsettling feeling to anyone who caught a passing glimpse of the building. They stayed perfectly still like armor racks with a hive mind.

Catlula walked to the large doors and showed her identification to the death troopers, who nodded and said in unison, “You have permission to enter.”.

The twi’lek felt uncomfortable with the response and thought as she entered the capital building, “What happened to them? Is the surface a facade, or is their mind as dark as their armor? I just know I will never become them. I will never let my mind fade.”

She stepped into the fancy back lobby of the building, and the first things she noticed were the pictures of the long-dead Sith. Catlula had read about these Sith in the academy, but seeing these massive paintings gave her chills. The thought of a group of people powerful enough to control objects scared her more than anything. It was a gap in power she could never hope to cross, no matter how much she tried. Then, the twi’lek looked deeper into the walls and saw that some paint was chipping. The cracks in the wall gave way to a light blue behind the black.

Catlula became more unsettled with the chipping paint and thought, “Is this galaxy nothing more than a battleground for the force? I am nothing but a speck in the masterpiece that is this place’s history. At least the Jedi are extinct. The Sith did the galaxy a favor by bringing that wretched order to their knees and decapitating the head.”

The twi’lek continued walking forward until she reached a door leading into a long hallway. She walked down the long, dark hallway until she arrived at a large, black double door. When Catlula grabbed the handle, she felt the expensive alloy against her fingers as she opened the door.

When the door opened, the twi’lek immediately saw two thrones, a large one for the Emperor and a moderate-sized one for the apprentice. She looked at the wrinkled skin of the Emperor and the cloak that covered most of his body; then, she looked at Darth Vader’s jet-black armor and the control panel on his chest that gave him a mechanical presence.

At that moment, the pressure consumed Catlula as she walked to the thrones and knelt before the two Sith lords.

The Emperor asked the twi’lek, “Do you know how you graduated at the top of your class?”

Catlula looked up and, fearing that the Emperor would invalidate her accomplishments, frantically asked, “How, my lord?”

He answered by turning on a holoprojector on the floor that showed a detailed galaxy map and said, “This was your creation if I am correct. Please explain it to me.”

The twi’lek was shocked to talk about her database and nervously said, “Y-yes, sir. I compiled information from every discovered system in the galaxy and used it to create an in-depth analysis of their geopolitical importance and situation. I made it as a replacement for the destroyed Jedi archives.”

The Emperor listened to what the girl said and replied, “This database has been very useful in identifying the location of rebel cells and has been instrumental in the fight against terrorism. This system and your athleticism overtook your reserved nature and caused you to graduate at the top of your galactic class.”

Catlula was shocked to hear praise from the most feared man in the galaxy and replied, “Thank you, your majesty.”

The Emperor continued, “Don’t let your accomplishment get to your head. Many successful and bright cadets become traitors and failures to the Empire. I would like to show you what happens to a brilliant cadet after they turn on us.”

Suddenly, the twi’lek heard the door open behind her. She turned her head around and saw two palace guards dressed in red, holding a defeated man wearing an Imperial uniform. He hung his head as the guards forced him to take step after step. His grey officer uniform drooped as restraints held his hands together behind his back.

The Emperor said, “This is Captain Lydask. He graduated at the top of his class last year and became a special forces officer like yourself. Lydask was a brilliant cadet, but something was wrong with him. He constantly questioned the actions of the Empire and questioned our ethics. He refused to follow orders and did not heed warnings from his superiors. Eventually, we caught him sharing vital information with the rebels. Be careful. If you do not comply, we will dispose of you.”

The Emperor held his hands out, pointing them at the restrained man. The man shook in place as if his body were only going through the motions. Finally, a fire emerged from his stomach and tore a hole in his body.

Catlula’s eyes opened wide as the fire consumed the man. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as cremated embers flew around. The Emperor laughed while Catlula gagged at the sight of such carnage. Pieces of the man flaked off his body until he was nothing more than a pile of ashes. Catlula was disturbed and mortified while the Emperor’s laughing continued.

Then, he ordered the guards who held Lydask to: “Restrain the twi’lek.”

Catlula immediately thought, “What is going on” but could not do anything before the palace guards held her wrists behind her back and grabbed her lekku.

Then, the Emperor said, “Slash her head-tails.”

The twi’lek’s mind raced with panic as the guards grabbed their knives and created a deep cut in the middle of her lekku. With the sudden jolt of pain, her racing thoughts stood still, and they were replaced with a blood-curdling yell and the loss of consciousness. The palace guard holding the twi’lek dropped her to the floor as blood covered his hands.

Catlula lay on the floor. Her hands fell perfectly beside her body. The crimson color of blood covered the lower half of her lekku and flowed onto her uniform dress. Her eyes were closed as if she were merely sleeping.

Darth Vader felt pity as he looked at the fallen girl and said to his master, “I don’t think that was necessary. We didn’t do that with previous cadets.”

The Emperor shook his head in disapproval of his apprentice’s questioning and replied, “As a twi’lek, she will be more likely to turn against the Empire. We asserted that she was nothing compared to us and activated her submissiveness. Now, she will know not to mess with us.”

Darth Vader obediently nodded and said, “I see, master. I should not question your infallible judgment, sir.”

The guards dragged her out of the throne room, leaving a trail of twi’lek blood. In the hallway outside the throne room, medics waited for the unfortunate twi’lek and placed her on a stretcher. Then, they covered her wounds, carrying her out of the palace to the hospital next to the Imperial building.

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Catlula opened her eyes and felt she was sitting in a large, rocky cave. She looked down at her body and saw that she was naked. The twi’lek felt the cold rocks against her butt as she shivered for warmth. She covered her chest with her arms as she stood up, shaking uncontrollably. The Imperial sniper started walking through the cave, with the cold rocks colliding with her bare feet with every step. The wind hit her curvaceous body with every gust and gave her chills. She looked around the cave to identify her location. The twi’lek looked at the smooth walls, which seemed to ooze with a slimy substance. She grew curious about the liquid, walking to the rocks for a better view. Then, Catlula touched the slime and felt its cold feeling infiltrate her nerves. The substance had a disgusting green hue, but when it touched her hand, it was a crimson red. Then, the liquid became viscous like blood. She shuddered at the sight. Was she in hell? Suddenly, she heard a roar that filled her ears and corrupted her mind with dread.

She looked toward the origin of the roar and saw a massive Rancor looking down at her with hungry eyes.

That second her eyes met the sight of the beast felt like a million as Catlula thought, “Will I go out like this, like my mom before me? It cannot be my time to die. They must have caught me in some sort of mistake. Was I betrayed?”

Then, she screamed in response to the sudden fear of her mortality. The twi’lek started running from the beast, but she slipped on the blood, now covering the floor, and fell on her hands and knees. Then, she felt the big meaty hand of the rancor wrap around her stomach and lift her off the floor. The twi’lek cried out in fear and started releasing tears of mourning. She hit her hands against the beast's restraining hand, but her weak protests did little to change her fate.

The rancor transported the crying, screaming, naked twi’lek to its mouth and closed its jaws on the twi’lek. Catlula felt the beast’s teeth sink into her body and pierce her skin, and she screamed in pain as the Rancor’s lips blocked her eyes from the light. The twi’lek blood leaked out the beast’s mouth and dripped from its chin. The monster applied more pressure on the naked girl, and her luscious breasts exploded under pressure. Catlula’s body cried out in pain as she felt her blood leave her body as the beast’s teeth crushed her body. Then, two of the Rancor’s teeth sunk into her head, and her mouth was wide open in a blood-curdling scream. Blood leaked from each side of her temple, and the streams joined the rest of her blood, flowing down the monster’s throat. Then, the twi’lek heard a cracking sound, and her vision went black. Her skull had caved into her brain, and the remnants of her thinking self leaked out the cracks in her skull. The pink substance oozed out of what was once her head. Her lekku laid, lifeless in the Rancor’s mouth.

Catlula’s consciousness transferred outside her body, and she saw what her body had become. The body was once her vessel for greatness, but here it was lying, covered in blood, in a Rancor’s mouth. The brain she once prized was now leaking out of her crushed skull. She could not imagine how this could have happened to her but knew this was always possible. Eventually, the Rancor’s throat discarded the twi’lek’s lifeless body into the stomach, and the world went black again.

Catlula opened her eyes and saw that she was in a bright, white room. She thought, “How am I still alive? I saw myself die. The Rancor ate me.”.

Then, she paused and thought in a panic, “Was that all just a dream? That wasn’t the first time I dreamed about getting consumed by a monster, but that seemed more real. I must be losing my mind. Does this have to do with my childhood? I don’t want to die like my mother. She deserved much better than over a decade of torture. She died saving me from some evil men. At least Jabba killed those men with my mother. It was almost like Jabba treated her like she was less than nothing. She deserved more than that. She deserved to be free. I will use the Empire to glorify my mother’s heritage. My work will honor the twi’lek species.”

Then, she looked down at her body, lying in a hospital bed. A thin, light-blue blanket covered her curvacious body, dressed in a modest blue fabric shirt and pants of the same color and substance. She grabbed one of her lekku, still feeling the piercing pain in the appendage. It felt like every nerve connecting her head to the wound was on fire. Then, she moved one of her lekku to her face and saw the bandaged tentacle. A black cloth covered the slash, which Catlula assumed was filled with gauze.

Then, she thought of what caused her injury and continued, “What good do my accomplishments achieve if they only serve others? Have I gone from one owner to another? My life has always been a tug-of-war between multiple powers who wish to control me. If I fully submit to the Empire, I may be able to flourish in their ranks. I succeeded in the academy, and I don’t know why my career would be a failure. I don’t know if I am playing into my stereotype, but I believe that getting slashed in the back of my head increased my loyalty to the man who ordered it. I don’t know if he knows about my biology, but that could have been fatal. I could have died on the floor of the Imperial Palace. It would have been a noble death for a twi’lek, an end anyone from an upbringing like mine could only experience in their dreams. Though, I’m sure I will have many more great experiences in my life. I am only 18 years old. If I am lucky, I have a long life ahead of me. Although, for a soldier, I cannot guarantee that I will even survive to see tomorrow. I could cry out in revolt for those who hurt me. I could denounce the Empire for their unquestioning hatred of me. Though would that do any good for me? I am replaceable for the Empire. They could cut my head off and get a brand-new marionette to enjoy. Although, I might as well make a career as one of the greatest marionettes. I can give them my loyalty, but I will always keep my mind. I will always be able to judge situations for myself. They may have strings on my arm, but they do not have any on my mind. I can still feel the pain on my lekku. My head hurts when I think, but I still do it. My mom was able to survive in slavery based on her thoughts alone. The difference between her and me is that I can materialize my thoughts. I worked hard to get where I am. The New Coruscant Database, my life’s work, is a result of my hard work. Without devoting all my free time and free thoughts to the project, it would never be the success it became. Now, they call it the Twi’lek Database because of me. I did that and was also able to become a skilled sniper. I wonder if my lack of social activity at the academy will come back to bite me. Everyone seemed to have fun in their little cliches. I’m sure that I could have joined one, but I always focused on my studies. Anyway, who needs to socialize? Life is about hard work and innovation. If someone does not cultivate either, they are a liability. I don’t care if people like me; I want people to respect me. I want people to acknowledge me as a great figure. I do not want to be in the trash compactor of the forgotten to be crushed and discarded by forces greater than me. When I die, I want people to mourn me. I want to be more than a drop in Imperial deaths in this war against the rebels. I’m sure I can accomplish that. Many influential people already revere my accomplishments. I can only hope Ackerson will be able to bring out the best in me and my chaotic mind.”

As Catlula was lying in silence with her thoughts, the door leading outside the room opened and revealed a man wearing a full Imperial officer uniform. The symbols and medals on his outfit showed the prestigious result of years of service within the Empire, while his face showed his experience. He had a scar below his right eye, and his wrinkles added questions about when he got that wound. The rank insignia on his chest signified that he had the rank of general, and his accolades showed that his position was more than just a rank and title. Catlula laid her eyes upon the man and recognized him as General Ackerson.

The General looked at the wounded twi’lek and said, “I heard you were at the hospital, and I knew I had to come. What happened to you?”

Catlula looked at her father figure and said, “The Emperor ordered some guards to slash my head tails, and I passed after they cut them. They still hurt.”

Ackerson looked at the girl without any hint of surprise and kneeled beside her bed, saying, “The Empire is a cruel place, and in most circumstances, there will be no one to help you through the pain. The Emperor only did that to you because he believed you could take the pain and wanted to ensure you were strong enough to last in this Empire. I know that from my experiences, and I understand everything will be much more difficult for you. You’re a smart girl; I’m sure you understand that.”

Catlula nodded at what the General said and replied, “Yes, sir. I understand what it takes to last here.”

Ackerson smiled and said, “That’s my girl. Sometimes, I wonder how I was the one to guide you into the Empire. You have surpassed my training, and I am proud of you.”

Catlula smiled back and replied, “I’m just trying to get as far as I can with the tools I have, but I would never have been able to get as far as I have without you.”

Ackerson embraced the twi’lek and walked toward the door, but before leaving, he said, “See you around, Catlula. Remember that the Imperial Ball is in five days. Get yourself healed; I would love to see you there. Goodbye.”

Catlula replied, “I will make sure to go if I’m able by then; I’ll let you know I'm unable to go. Goodbye, sir.” Then, Ackerson left the room, leaving Catlula to her thoughts.

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Catlula walked down the streets of Coruscant. The twi'lek displayed her prestige to the passerby's through her black officer uniform. She wore bands around her lekku to cover the scars left by the slashes. The wounds still hurt, but she was determined to continue her life despite the pain. Catlula walked step after step through the urban landscape as speeders drove through the roads as pedestrians walked on the side of the street. The twi’lek traversed through the crowd on her way to the Imperial Palace. Suddenly, a troubling sight caught her eye.

Catlula saw a billboard promoting a local strip club. The poster featured a beautiful blue twi’lek woman who seemed to be in her early 20s. She wore a tight, golden metal bra and a silk loincloth connected to a metal wire around her waist. Her large breasts hugged her tight clothing, and most of her cleavage was visible. The sexy twi’lek’s leather headwear completed her tantalizing appearance. The dancer’s seductive smile gave Catlula chills as she walked past the disgraceful advertisement.

Catlula scoffed at the billboard and thought, “What an awful thing to see. I hope the owners of that establishment don’t abuse their workers. They treat them like the Hutts treat their slaves. What am I kidding? Their owners probably treat them like slabs of meat. They probably pay them terribly and give them ‘free housing’ to make it seem that they are employees rather than slaves. It’s sickening to watch this happen in a ‘civilized’ section of the galaxy. I would love to see the Empire take care of this, but they are probably too busy with other things. What a disgusting blemish on an otherwise incredible planet.”

When the twi’lek finished her thoughts, she had reached the stairs of the Imperial Palace. Two large, elegant black banners showcasing the symbol of the Empire hung on each side of the building. A mass of people walked up the steps with the twi’lek to attend the important event.

As Catlula walked, step after step, she thought, “It is a truly incredible thing to see other loyal Imperials walking into the heart of the Empire to celebrate such an important event. Today, we honor the anniversary of this great polity’s founding. I am probably one of the first twi’leks the Empire invited to this event, and I am honored to take such a big step for my species. I promise to myself and every other twi’lek in the galaxy. I will represent myself and my people as an upstanding Imperial citizen.”

After walking up an endless flight of stairs, the twi’lek reached her destination. She followed the crowd through the doors and found herself in a massive room. Catlula looked around, shocked by the scale of the room. It was large enough to comfortably fit the incoming crowd, who dispersed to different parts of the area after entering. The masses were no longer smothering the twi’lek, who now stood alone. The walls were pitch black, and square red plates tiled the floor. There were many portraits of ancient Sith warriors hanging on the distant walls. People walked along balconies overlooking the level below. Many grey tables covered the dark red floor, and a few served food and refreshments. Palace employees scattered around the room, supplying the party with food and refreshments as high-profile Imperial guests comfortably walked around them and helped themselves to the delicious fruits of other people’s labor.

As the room mesmerized Catlula, she thought, “I may never get another opportunity to be in this magnificent building. I need to explore this place while I have the chance.”

The twi’lek started walking toward the balcony stairs. Catlula made sure to avoid getting close to other Imperials.

Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice say, “Hello, twi’lek.” She looked to the side, in the direction of the greeting, and saw Eskol.

Catlula, shocked to see her classmate, replied, “Hey, Eskol. This party is very nice, isn’t it?”

Eskol laughed and responded, “It certainly is, but it would be much better without you here.”

Catlula gave her fellow a questioning look and asked, “Why do you think that? I graduated at the top of my class. Please elaborate.”

Eskol gave the twi’lek a smug look and replied, “This event is for future high-ranking Imperials to build connections in the Empire. You may have been successful in the academy, but you will crash and burn when your life has actual stakes. You do not have the charisma expected of an Imperial leader and cannot socialize with others. If anyone cares about you, it is because of your appearance. You may have done some impressive stuff in the past, but you do not have any potential.”

Catlula was surprised by the personal nature of Eskol’s insults and nervously responded, “You do nothing but drag everyone else down around you. No one likes you; your friends only pretend to be your friends because they find the mocking funny. You are only bitter about ranking below me.”

Eskol laughed again and walked closer to the twi’lek, saying, “So? What if everything you say is true? That just shows that I have charisma, and you have nothing. Should I congratulate you for being pushed through the cracks by one of the most prestigious officers in the Empire?”

The twi’lek immediately responded in a frustrated tone, “I don’t care what you think of me. I worked for everything I have independently of you or anyone else. Your validation means nothing to me. The past is the past, and the future is joining it. We don’t have the time to bicker about meaningless things like personality or merit. Our abilities will show as we work through the Empire. If there is something important you want to talk to me about, say it to me.”

Eskol continued giving Catlula a smug look and stated, “It seems we have a slight misunderstanding. In the Empire, none of us express our feelings to each other. You always want to find a diplomatic solution to every problem, but no one else wants to solve these problems. Sometimes, you have to live in ambiguity.”

The twi’lek wanted to respond to the other graduating officer, but she agreed with his statement. She thought, “He is probably right; Everyone always acts secretive and fake to everyone else. I should learn to adjust to this reality, but the anxiety from thinking about what everyone else thinks of me is torturous. I guess I have to start speculating, then.”

Then, Catlula responded, “I understand. I truly understand. Besides, the only thing I want from you right now is for you to get away from me.”

Eskol chuckled and responded, “Don’t worry. I want the same.”

Then, the two officers went their separate ways.

Catlula continued walking toward the balcony stairs. They were on the other side of the room, but the twi’lek was not intimidated by the short journey. She took step after step on the red-plated floor as she got closer and closer to the stairs. Eventually, Catlula reached the stairs and walked to the upper level. Then, she walked past the many Imperials, enjoying the high life, and stood near the balcony’s edge. Most of the guests on the upper level were senators, wearing elegant clothing and jewelry that represented them and the culture of their home planets. A glass barricade blocked the guests on the upper floor from the fatal fall that would meet them over the edge. Catlula put her arms on the sturdy glass and leaned against it, watching the party below. She saw that, just like she saw in the back lobby, the paint was chipping.

The twi’lek noticed its pattern but paid no mind to it thinking, “The glory of the Empire outweighs its flaws.”

She thought about the location’s history for the Republic but only cared about the giant party. The twi’lek knew this was propaganda, but she did not care as it helped her cause.

Suddenly, Catlula felt a tap on her should and turned around to see General Ackerson. She smiled upon seeing the man who raised her.

The General smiled back and said, “It is nice to see you here, Catlula. How have you been enjoying this place?”

Catlula responded, “It has been fun so far. This palace is beautiful.”

Ackerson chuckled and replied, “I’m glad you have enjoyed yourself, but I wish to talk to you about your future. You are to report to my base on Nanth’ri tomorrow as a member of my army.”

Catlula was excited about working under her adopted father and hugged him, saying, “Thank you, sir. I will not disappoint you.”

Ackerson responded, “I’m sure you won’t. I’ll see you tomorrow at my base. I can’t wait to see you there.”

Catlula let go of the general and said, “I can’t wait either, sir.”. Afterward, General Ackerson walked away from the twi’lek.

Then, the twi’lek turned around to face the edge of the balcony, but suddenly, she felt something rip, and her eyes widened. Her bra tore because of the girl’s breast movement, allowing her boobs to move more freely. Catlula looked down and was thankful the malfunction did not affect her modesty, but she knew the situation could worsen if she stayed. The twi’lek crossed her arms over her chest and hastily walked out of the building and to the street. Then, she felt more of her clothes tearing and continued accelerating in speed until she reached her apartment building and the privacy of her room.

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Catlula was walking down the streets of Coruscant toward the nearest hangar, carrying her luggage. She needed to get to a shuttle that would bring her to General Ackerson’s base on Nanth’ri. As she walked, the twi’lek thought about the previous day.

She remembered the near disaster at the party and thought about how she could prevent a future wardrobe malfunction. Catlula bought a few metal bras after the old cloth bra broke. The bras were too small for her, but she chose to deal with the discomfort to not draw more attention toward herself. A female store clerk told her that the metal bra was more durable. All Catlula could think about as she walked was how uncomfortable it felt to wear. Her breasts had no room to breathe and smashed against her chest, but she was willing to sacrifice her comfort to prevent a possible disaster. The twi’lek knew she would eventually adjust to the change, but momentarily, her tits were in hell.

After a few minutes of walking with her heavy luggage rolling behind her, she saw the hangar. The twi’lek increased her pace as she got closer to the base. She was excited about the opportunity to fight in a professional army and did not want to waste time getting there.

She hastily entered the hangar and dodged around the many stormtroopers patrolling the base. Catlula’s professional uniform caused everyone to ignore her as she speed-walked to her shuttle.

The twi’lek set down her luggage and said to the pilot, “I am going to General Ackerson’s base on Nanth’ri.”

The pilot nodded and said behind his black helmet, “Yes, ma’am. It should not take long to get there.”

Then, the shuttle lifted off the ground and blasted off into the sky. Catlula buckled into her seat and waited until she reached the base.

The ship went into hyperspeed as it reached the mid-rim planet of Nanth’ri in a few minutes. Then, it went through the planet’s atmosphere until it landed on the surface.

When the shuttle landed, the pilot said to the twi’lek, “You have reached your destination.”

Catlula unbuckled herself from the seat and joyfully replied, “Thank you, sir.”

Then, the girl grabbed her luggage and walked down the ship’s ramp to the rocky surface. When she reached the bottom, the ramp retracted into the ship, and she watched it blast off into the sky.

Catlula looked at the base. It was a massive complex surrounded by massive walls. The durasteel walls were very durable and would be very useful in the case of a rebel attack. The twi’lek walked on the grey, rocky surface toward the massive base. The weather was temperate, just like Coruscant, but the air felt very dusty. Catlula could feel pieces of rocky dust collide with her skin and build up on her clothes. Walking through the particle-infested air was very uncomfortable, but she knew this new feeling came with the environment. Besides, this was outside the base; it was probably better inside the complex.

The twi’lek ran toward the wall, and as she got closer to the structure, she could see what she assumed to be an entrance. The dust blinded her as she continued her journey, but she still knew where she was going. Eventually, she felt the cold metal of the wall and found the door, which did not have a handle.

The twi’lek stared at the door, thinking, “How am I supposed to get through an unmovable door? There must have been some sort of oversight.”

Then, a red light appeared next to the door and scanned Catlula. Suddenly, the wall’s entrance opened, and Catlula took the opportunity to infiltrate the area. Once she crossed the doorway, she saw she was in a transitional room between the base and the exterior. The place was white, with nothing to look at except the door on the other end of the room. The twi’lek brushed the grey, rocky dust from her skin and uniform, and she walked to the next door.

When Catlula entered the door, she saw a large hallway with many stormtroopers and officers walking around, getting from place to place. She joined the traffic until she reached a silver elevator. The twi’lek waited a few seconds until the elevator opened, and she and a few other stormtroopers entered the small metal box. Each Imperial in the elevator pressed the buttons showing which floor they wanted to go to, and Catlula picked the top floor. The girl stood in the back of the elevator, waiting until she reached her destination. Everyone in the elevator was static until they came to their destination and marched off the metal box. Catlula watched everyone else get off the elevator on each floor until she finally reached her destination as the only one left.

The twi’lek stepped off the elevator on the top floor, a place she was familiar with. She walked down the halls of the base until she reached the office of her commander, General Ackerson. Catlula opened the door and saw the face of her adopted father in front of her.

He looked at her with a kind, warm expression and said, “Please come in and take a seat. I have a few things I would like to discuss with you, Catlula.”

The twi’lek said, “Yes, sir.” and sat across from him, thinking, “If anyone else were my commander, this would be terrifying.”

Ackerson put his arms on the table and said, “This first thing I want to ask you is: what do you think of the Emperor? I heard that you met him about a week ago.”

Catlula sat, nervous, thinking about what she should say. An Imperial general would not be happy with someone speaking out again the supreme ruler of the Empire. Ackerson likely knew what happened at the meeting, and as her adopted father, he may sympathize with her.

Finally, Catlula replied, “He reminds me of a master from a previous time.”, nervous about what the general would say.

The man nodded in response to what the twi’lek said and said, “I can understand that: considering your experiences, but we must accept this as a part of living in the Empire. At least he is not constantly with you.”

Catlula nodded at her commander’s words and replied, “That makes sense, sir. All praise the Emperor.”

Ackerson replied, “Yes, all praise the Emperor. Now, I am excited to have you in my army. You have shown yourself to be a brilliant cadet through the academy. When I was raising you, I could never have expected you would grow up to be as successful and accomplished as you are now. I am proud of you.”

The twi’lek nodded and responded, “Thank you, sir.”

Ackerson continued, “I will send you on a task force to destroy a Hutt-sponsored terrorist base on the planet of Ubrika in about a week. It will be great practice for you. Your room is Room Seven on the third floor. Your armor and sniper rifle are in the closet. You can train on the shooting range as you want. It is on the third basement level of the base.”

Catlula replied, “Thank you, sir. I appreciate it. I will be ready for the mission.”

Ackerson smiled and said, “I’m sure you will, Catlula. You can leave now.”

Catlula replied, “Goodbye, sir.” and left her seat and the room.

She walked to the elevator and traveled down the building’s floors until she reached the third floor. When the twi’lek arrived at the level and stepped off the metal box, she saw many other officers walking around and talking.

She walked through the hallway until she heard, “Hey, twi’lek.”

Catlula turned her head toward the voice and saw Eskol looking at her.

The twi’lek replied, annoyed, “You never seem to know when to leave me alone. I’m sure your decision to join the army was independent of mine.”

Eskol shrugged and said, “I weighed the pros and cons, and now, you are stuck with me. I hope you will enjoy that.”

Catlula rolled her eyes and continued walking to her room until she found a door with the number seven on it. She opened the door and saw two beds, each on their side of the room. A human girl with long blonde hair, wearing a tank top and shorts, sat on one of the beds, reading a book.

She looked up at the twi’lek with a smile and said, “You must be my roommate. My name is Felicia. I am a recent graduate from the Academy on Lothal.”

Catlula walked to the bed, where all her items were, and said to her new roommate, “My name is Catlula. I am a recent graduate from the Academy on Coruscant.”

Felicia’s eyes were wide open in shock, and she replied, “You went to the Academy on Coruscant? That is a very prestigious place.”

The twi’lek sat on her bed and said, “That does not matter now. We are both on the same level right now, and we can learn about our new lives in the Empire together.”

Felicia braided her luscious blonde hair and replied with an upbeat tone, “I will look forward to our time in the Empire. I hope we can be great friends. There were not many other girls in the academy I attended.”

Catlula smiled and replied, “I had the same experience at my academy. Now, I hope we will go through this experience together.”

The blonde continued smiling and said, “I hope so.”

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Catlula sat on the transport ship. The special forces troops sat in seats against the vehicle’s walls, facing each other. Every Imperial held their weapon in their hands and wore their protective black armor. Catlula wore her metallic black combat armor and black helmet with a single sight glass. The helmet had a larger volume than average to accommodate her lekku, and the back of the armor left room for the appendages. The twi’lek also wore a jet pack that she had learned to use and master in the academy. She held a sniper rifle in her hands, the signature weapon of a sharpshooter.

The twi’lek looked around at the still heads covered by their helmets. They all looked the same. This was as if they were as mass-produced as the armor they wore. After looking around at the bland sight of faceless metal planks, Catlula decided that her thoughts were more interesting than what was around her.

The Imperial twi’lek thought, “I will finally be able to prove myself as an effective soldier in this armor. My life has been leading up to this point. My years of training will culminate at this moment. I have put my foot in the door, but the most important thing I can do now is to take advantage of the slight crack in the entrance. I will prove that I will not disappear from history. Everyone who wants me to be nothing more than a novelty will be severely disappointed by this day. This battle is the climax of my life; this is the day I climb over my largest obstacle. With my gun and armor, I will bring these terrorists to their knees for the Empire.”

Eventually, the transport landed on the surface of the sandy desert planet of Ubrika. The restraints holding each armored soldier to their seat were released, and the ship's entrance opened and created a ramp for Imperials to exit on. The troops closest to the opening were the first to leave, followed by those next to them. As each soldier walked down the ramp, they attempted to march in step with the Imperial they faced on the flight. The conformity could not be more scripted as the Imperial hive mind infected every troop exiting the shuttle. Once the last soldier left the ramp, the division stood still in anticipation of orders.

Catlula was happy to be part of this hive mind. As an outcast, she craved the community aspects of the army and took any advantage she could to consider herself part of the group. An outside observer of the division would not even be able to tell that one of the soldiers was a twi’lek. They were all wearing metallic black armor that favored their skill sets. Although Catlula’s needs uniquely involved her species, an untrained eye could not tell the difference. Many of the twi’lek’s contemporaries saw her as a sheep in wolf clothing, but the girl was determined to prove she was just as much of a wolf as everyone else.

The general walked to the front of the formation and called to the soldiers, “You will follow the stormtroopers into the base. If the attack halts, you are responsible for helping the stormtroopers break through the barrier. This building is one of the largest terrorist bases I have seen, but I know you will be able to capture it. For the Emperor!”

Every soldier in the formation responded, “For the Emperor!”

Ackerson smiled at the sight of his strongest soldiers and ordered, “March on.”

With that order, the Imperial formation became mobile. The special forces units marched behind the stormtroopers as they approached the terrorist stronghold. The sound of footsteps flooded the path as the Empire made its intentions clear to the base's inhabitants. The disrupting stomps inspired the soldiers. It made them feel powerful. The battle seemed like a foregone conclusion, and they were waiting for their inevitable victory.

The base looked very similar to her army’s headquarters on Nanth’ri, with a sturdy wall and a dull color scheme. Catlula assumed that the building was a repurposed Imperial stronghold. The twi’lek did not think about Hutt’s implied ability to capture powerful bases, but she understood the immediate dangers of the cartel. The building sat in a canyon, which would have acted as a chokepoint if the terrorist had the troops to fight in open terrain. Instead, when the stormtroopers entered the canyon, a few snipers appeared over the outer wall and started shooting at the Imperials.

The snipers in the back of the Imperial formation noticed the snipers and started firing back. Catlula followed the lead of her fellow Imperials and aimed her crosshairs at one of the men on the wall. The bolt blasted louder than any shot she had ever heard. The sound bounced around her brain as she stared at her target, who had fallen from the wall motionless.

The moment felt surreal for the twi’lek. Her first shot ended in a kill, but the guilt of ending another man’s life washed over her like a wave. The man had a life, a dream to fulfill, and a mind to learn about the world around him. His life would never reach its full potential as its vessel lay lifeless next to the walls surrounding his friends and allies. Now, he was nothing more than a statistic, a drop of blood in an ocean of corpses.

Catlula knew guilt was a restricting feeling as a soldier, but she could not help to pity the dead.

As the twi’lek walked to the base, she told herself, “He would have easily killed me if he had the chance.”

This reasoning worked as she watched stormtroopers stream into the base and hoped for their victory.

Catlula’s squad leader stood by the door and said to his snipers, “Wait here until the building is cleared. We can explore after we get a signal from the general.”

Catlula and the other snipers nodded and chanted in response, “Sir, yes, sir.”

When the twi'lek reached the base's doors, she heard horrific sounds. The gunshots and yelling were deafening as men desperately pleaded for their lives. Blood-curdling screams tortured her imagination as she winced. Catlula tried to rationalize what was happening as her squadmates waited patiently, seemingly oblivious to the worrying noises inside the base.

Suddenly, a beeping could be heard on the squad leader's wrist, and he said, “Huh, that was quick. Everyone, you have permission to explore the base.”

Catlula kept her arms close to her body as she slowly walked toward the door, afraid of what she would find. Fear held her back, but her morbid curiosity overpowered any apprehension she retained.

The twi’lek cautiously opened the door, and she could not comprehend what her eyes were processing. Dead bodies sat against both walls in an organized manner, with the heads facing down, coving the deep cuts on their neck. Blood drooled out of many of their mouths as if they were leaking pipes. On the wall, a bloody message read, “No Mercy.”. In the center of the room, five bodies were stacked on each other. Blood soaked their clothes as their many cuts changed the hue of their skin. A red pool of blood surrounded the lifeless men on the floor. Blood drops landed throughout the room, giving an image of cruelty. The corpses’ stench filled the room as their souls attempted to avenge their deaths.

Catlula entered the room, and the reality of war hit her like a bullet. She knew about the awful actions of the Empire, but they were always seen as simple actions or statistics. The violence felt excusable when the blood was hidden behind ignorance, but she could no longer hide. Being a member of the Empire meant she was complicit in horrific actions. Then, Catlula finally realized why many other Imperials deserted.

Catlula walked toward the five stacked bodies and squatted to look at them closer. Light reflected off the blood pool and presented the image of her metallic face. The twi’lek could not recognize herself in the makeshift mirror. Her black armor and helmet made her look mass-produced and expendable. A killing machine masked any unique characteristic of hers.

She thought, “Am I a slave? Is the Empire using me as a slave?”

Suddenly, the twi’lek remembered her meeting with the Emperor and shuttered, deciding these questions were too dangerous to ask.

Then, Catlula’s squad leader asked, “Are you disgusted or impressed?”

The twi’lek sniper stood up and replied, “I have never seen such violence. This is new to me.”

The commander walked toward Catlula and laughed, saying, “You better get used to it, tail-head. This is a part of the war. If you can’t take it, this will be your fate.”

He said this as he violently stomped on one of the corpses’ heads. The skull caved, and a blast of red and pink covered his foot and leg. Catlula stared at the man’s leg, mortified by what she watched.

The squad leader focused on the armored twi’lek and asked in a firm tone, “Do you understand?!”

Catlula looked at the glass in her commander’s helmet and nervously replied, “Yes, sir.”

The squad leader harshly responded, “Good. Now, make yourself useful and explore this dump. It is one of the only things your kind is good for.”

Then, he walked past the twi’lek and out of the room as she glared at the man. Catlula hated how many people treated her as a twi’lek, and her bitterness was tattooed on her heart.

Once her commander was out of earshot, the twi’lek murmured, “He does not know who he is dealing with. I will show him what a lowly twi’lek can do, and he will regret his words.”

Then, Catlula walked in her commander’s footsteps to the next room.

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Catlula continued walking through the base with a lingering feeling of unease. The burn marks and blood on the walls remained from the battle, and the lying bodies left a constant dread in the twi’lek. Bugs and other vermin had already started getting their fill of terrorist flesh, crawling into the eye sockets, open wounds, mouths, and noses. The smell of rotting flesh continued filling the air as tiny scavengers slithered on the floor, enjoying the spoils of war.

Catlula thought, “We have massacred our fellow man to ally the bugs.”

As the twi’lek walked through the hallways, she heard blood-curdling screams and blaster shots. Catlula winced at the noises as they got louder. She knew what to expect but did not know if she had prepared to see it. Although the twi’lek saw the brutality of the Hutts, the blood and gore was new to her. The Hutts would hide their violence, and during executions, the audience would not see the blood and gore generated by their horrific beasts. She did not know which method was worse but felt both were evil.

After stepping over body after body, Catlula finally saw the source of the violence. Twenty men were lined up against a wall, wearing black uniforms with black blindfolds. They faced the wall with their wrists tied behind their back. They stood still, fearing the consequences they would face if they did anything. Twelve more men sat in a pile of life-drained bodies in the corner of the room. Blood soaked their uniforms as it formed a pool beneath the carnage. Five Imperial officers stood behind the blindfolded men, wearing their professional black uniforms and holding blasters. The officers did not seem highly ranked, but their laughter and enjoyment made them appear veterans.

Suddenly, the officers noticed Catlula, and one said, “Take off your helmet, so we can see who you are. We only made the helmet requirement for stormtroopers.”

Catlula nodded in reply and removed her helmet, revealing her smooth blue skin, green eyes, purple lips, and signature head tails. The light from the room reflected off her skin, giving her head a beautiful glimmer. Then, the twi’lek removed her lekku from the space in the back of her armor designated for them.

When the officer saw the girl, he laughed and said, “You’re that tail-head Ackerson let into the special forces. I wondered why your chest plate was more curved than most other troops. I should have asked you to take off more than your helmet. I respect you, kid.”

Catlula blushed in embarrassment and looked away from the Imperials, not knowing how to respond.

The officer continued, “You aren’t talkative, are you? Go, continue walking if you wish, and leave us with our fun, or you can join us in killing these vermin. I know rookies like you can get scared off by these actions. You can get over your moral qualms here.”

The thought of killing these men disgusted the twi’lek, and she replied, “I’m good. Do as you want yourself.”

The officer responded, “Your loss.” and shot one of the men in the back of the head.

The terrorist’s head burst into a blast of blood and brain matter as burns surrounded the impact area. He fell to the complacently fell floor with a loud thud.

Catlula looked away from the execution and continued through the halls with a feeling of disgust. After the twi’lek left, the officers discussed their opinions of the new twi’lek soldier and how much fun it would have been to watch her kill the prisoners.

Catlula continued through the halls until she found a dark unmolested room. She grew curious about what could be in there and entered. The twi’lek ignited the lights, and a burst of brightness revealed what seemed to be a storage closet. Catlula dug into the pile of weaponry and ammunition, looking for something valuable. Suddenly, she reached one of the walls and bumped against it. The wall swung open with the contact, and the twi’lek was surprised. She did not expect to find a device as intricate as this, but her curiosity got the best of her. Catlula walked into the hidden room.

The entryway walls were stone, and she saw a glowing light at the end of the hallway. Catlula cautiously continued as she theorized what this room was. She thought this could be a secret headquarter or the home for valuable material. Ideas raced through her mind until she found her answer.

When Catlula reached the hallway’s end, she saw a large Hutt, and their eyes quickly met. A crowd of patrons, criminals, and a purple twi’lek slave girl surrounded the slug.

He laughed when he saw the twi’lek sniper and ordered his guards, “Restrain her!”

The armored guards obeyed the order and quickly surrounded the confused twi’lek as one held her wrists behind her back. The Catlula’s weak body could not mount a resistance against the men as the guards brought her before the Hutt.

The Hutt looked at the twi’lek and said, “I did not know the Empire allowed twi’leks in their ranks. Strip her naked.”

The guards searched for the proper method to remove Catlula’s armor until they discovered they could separate it into different parts. First, they stripped her arm protectors, leaving her bare, blue-skinned arms. Then, they removed her back plate, and her front plate followed, revealing her tank top. Finally, they pulled down her pants, revealing her tight black shorts. Catlula felt the cold air blow against her exposed skin as she blushed in embarrassment. Then, the men quickly ripped her tank top and bra off and pulled her shorts and panties down, leaving her completely nude.

The twi’lek’s breasts lay bare in the air as everyone stared at her. One of the guards put his hand on Catlula’s right butt cheek, and she felt ashamed for what she allowed others to do to her.

The Hutt laughed as he stared at the twi’lek’s exposed purple nipples and large boobs and said as he grabbed the purple twi’lek slave, “Slave, give our guest your costume.”

The slave looked uncomfortable with the request but knew to comply with her master’s orders. The purple twi’lek walked up to the blue twi’lek and stripped her steel bra and silk loincloth from her body, putting them on Catlula. The slave, now naked, walked back to her master, who groped her breasts and licked her.

Catlula was disgusted by everything around her. The bra was very hot, and her breasts burned as if they were touching a burning furnace.

The Hutt looked back at the blue twi’lek and said, “Drop her down the pit with her equipment. I want to see if this Imperial is strong enough to survive the Rancor.”

The guard near a large switch nodded in response to the order and flipped the switch, dropping the twi’lek into the dark abyss.

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Catlula hit the floor with a loud thud. Her hip was the first part of her body to hit the stone-cold ground of the rancor pit, and she felt a bruising pain in that part of her body. Although the pain was minimal, it added to the stress she felt in an execution room. The twi’lek lay on her side and stared at the large gate she presumed would cause her death. Dirt, grime, and rust covered the metal door as no one cared to clean what the Hutts hid.

The metal bra hugged Catlula’s voluptuous boobs. They bounced in their container as the twi’lek moved her upper body. The bra was too small for the busty girl, so her tits swelled upward to escape the pressure.

The Twi’lek Imperial looked around the decrepit room with a heartbeat she could only reach while running. Old slave girl uniforms from forgotten owners lined the stone floor. Many of them were bloodstained by their grizzly fates. The black hue of dried blood covered the bottom and walls of the room. The Hutts had likely used the underground chamber for years, and Catlula believed she was their first victim in years. Depression filled the twi’lek’s heart as the essence of death filled the room. Ceiling lights covered the room to help the twi’lek see the disgusting place with her dying sights.

Suddenly, Catlula saw the trap door open again above her. Then, Her sniper blaster and the rest of her weaponry drop from the height. Laughter and mocking penetrated through the trap door as if there was no knowledge of what was happening in the rest of the base.

Catlula stood up, walked to the opposite edge of the room to the rancor gate, and sat against the wall.

The twi’lek set her rifle in her vulnerable lap and thought, “I flew too close to the sun and burned up in a blaze. A single drop of hubris and ignorance of caution can lead to this. I wish I could take my actions back. I want my life back. Do I deserve this fate because of my few mistakes? I will be nothing more than a drop of blood in this disgusting room. Was I always doomed to this fate? I could compare my death to my mother’s, but she lived longer than I will. The universe will kill me off at 18 before my story starts. I could have done something. I could have made an impact.”

Suddenly, The large metal door started opening, and the twi’lek looked at it, mortified, afraid to meet the same fate as her mother. As the mechanisms of the door lifted the metal gate off the floor, it revealed the frightening image of the Rancor. The rough, brown skin of the rancor repulsed the twi’lek as the situation filled her mind with trauma and hopelessness.

Suddenly, Catlula remembered her training from the academy, where she would complete seemingly impossible missions. She was not the same as her mother and would not go out the same way. The twi’lek stood from her seat and decided she had nothing to lose in fighting.

Catlula started shooting the Rancor in the head once it was exposed. She hit both the creature’s eyes with her first two shots, blinding the monster. The shots aggravated the Rancor, but its blindness caused it to stomp around the execution chamber. The twi’lek continued shooting the monster, but the scales were too strong for the shots to do any damage. It would only make the deadly creature angrier. Catlula decided to change her strategy. She walked toward the Rancor with deep breaths. The twi’lek held a powerful grenade and the detonator in her hands and yelled at the monster, getting its attention. The creature clumsily swung its hand at Catlula, knocking her down. Then, the Rancor opened its mouth to intimidate her, and the twi’lek threw her grenade in its open mouth. The monster was oblivious to the turning of the tables until it was too late, and Catlula pressed the button.

The explosive was in the creature’s throat when it ignited, and the blast destroyed its trachea. Blood filled the Rancor’s throat, stopping the monster from breathing, and it fell to the floor, dead.

Catlula stood back up and walked to the slain monster.

She sat against the creature’s corpse’s head and to it as if it could hear her, “It was either you or me.”

The explosion shocked The Hutt and his patrons. The crime lord released his grip from his slave’s tits to check the situation below him. The purple twi’lek tried to get as far away as possible from the Hutt as her master looked down the trapdoor to see Catlula alive and the Rancor dead.

He was shocked by this finding, but he decided that dealing with her would be more trouble than it was worth. The execution room could act as a makeshift prison.

The Hutt announced, “It seems the Imperial has killed the Rancor, but she can’t do anything down there. We will starve her until she agrees to be our new slave.”

Everyone except the purple twi’lek supported the crime lord’s idea and replied, “Yes, sir.” and continued with their day.

Suddenly, marching sounds came from the hallway leading into the hidden den. Metal collided with the archaic stone floor, and Catlula knew salvation had arrived.

Stormtroopers marched into the room and shot at the massive Hutt. The first shots did little to harm the slug, but the burn marks dug into its skin until the bolts hit The Hutt’s organs, killing him. Then, the Imperial soldiers rounded up the unarmed inhabitants of the room and lined them against the wall. They also killed anyone who tried to resist.

Catlula called for help, and a stormtrooper quickly heard her and threw a grappling gun down at her. The twi’lek picked up the device and shot it toward the trap door to propel her up. She reached the surface, grabbed the edge of the trapdoor entrance, and climbed out. Without hesitation, Catlula removed her slave attire and swiftly changed into her uniform. She stripped off her bra, and the tight metal clothing left red marks where the bra hugged her tits.

As the twi’lek finished changing, her squad commander approached her and asked, “Did you kill that thing down there?”

Catlula responded, “Yes, sir. I shot it in the eyes and threw a grenade in its mouth.”

The commander looked down at the Rancor's corpse and replied, “That is impressive. You have some excellent sniping skills. I think you have proved yourself tail-head.”

The kind comments surprised the twi’lek, and she replied, “Thank you, sir. I’ll continue trying to prove myself.”

The squad leader walked away from Catlula, saying, “I hope the armor doesn’t burn your beautiful naked skin.”

The twi’lek was uncomfortable with the comment, but she did not reply and moved on.

Catlula looked around the room at the brutal executions of prisoners. The captured terrorist let out bloodcurdling screams as the Imperials ripped their souls out of their bodies with the sound of gunfire. The twi’lek looked at the men getting shot and slashed, but instead of being angry at her allies, she was tired of the sight. These men mocked, humiliated, and attempted to kill her. She believed they deserved death but saw the process as visibly unpleasant. Though deep in her mind, Catlula started to see the necessity of violence for a functioning, organized empire.

Suddenly, The Imperial twi’lek saw an Imperial officer groping and fingering the purple twi’lek slave as she tried to resist. Catlula was furious at this sight, having grown up as a slave.

She approached the officer and angrily asked, “What are you doing with her?”

The officer looked the blue twi’lek in the eyes and said, “I’m trying to have fun. This profession can be boring, so when I can enjoy myself, I enjoy myself.”

The man’s hedonism angered Catlula, and she replied, “She doesn’t seem to enjoy what you are doing. Please stop what you are doing, or I will report what you are doing to the higher-ups.”

The comment confused the man, and he said, “You want to go to the higher-ups? General Ackerson won’t care. He intentionally stays away from the violence because he knows how bad it can get here. I could rape this bitch and dismember her while alive, and no one would even remember it. Morality does not exist on the battlefield. I am merely a symptom. You are not the first soldier to feel disgusted at what happens here, but I recognize you are unique in that you are a twi’lek. I promise not to rape or kill her and safely bring her to prison.”

Catlula was surprised by the man’s rational expression and tone despite the horrific sight in front of her. The twi’lek wanted to refute his words and explain how he was wrong, but she could not. She just stared at the man and saw the guilt in his eyes. He felt like he was in the wrong but did not know why. Then, Catlula dug into her psyche and found that woman’s identity as a twi’lek interested her more than the action done to her. She looked at the dead bodies of men tortured and killed next to her and felt nothing but the plight of a twi’lek slave angered her. Catlula saw herself in the woman and believed she had an idea of what she had already experienced and fought through.

Though, despite the blue twi’lek’s anger on the purple twi'lek’s behalf, she did not want to be hated by the others in her army and said to the man, “You better keep her safe and alive.” before walking away.

As Catlula walked out of the building, she saw the blood, gore, and carnage that initially shocked her. Now, she was numb to their appearance as they rotted and decayed. Violence was merely a part of the war, and Catlula needed to accept that.

The twi’lek walked out of the base feeling she had lost a part of her soul. She used to believe the Empire was fighting to keep order, but now, she recognized they were fighting for the expansion and retention of power. The ideas of the Empire disgusted the twi’lek, but she could see why they were right. She had studied the galaxy’s history and knew it functioned on a kill-and-be-killed basis. As Catlula walked back on her shuttle, she recognized the battle royal she lived in.

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When Catlula returned to her base on Nanth’ri, she hastily walked to her room and removed her armor. Felicia was lying in her bed when the twi’lek entered. The blonde was wearing her usual tank top and shorts, and as her roommate stripped off her armor, she noticed the twi’lek was naked underneath.
Felicia asked Catlula, “What happened to your clothes?”
Catlula replied as she removed the last of her armor, “A Hutt had a secret headquarter in the base. Of course, I was the ‘lucky’ one who had to find it. If you know anything about the Hutts, you probably know what they did with me. At least I killed a Rancor in the battle.”
The last sentence of the statement interested Felicia, who asked, “You killed a Rancor? How?”
As Catlula searched through her closet to grab some clothes, she responded, “The Hutts dropped my weapons into the pit with me, and I threw a thermal grenade into the beast’s maw, killing it.”
Felicia nodded at the twi’lek’s story and said, “Impressive.”
Then, Catlula started forcing her metal bra on her body, and the blonde said, “That looks like one of those bras slave dancers wear. Why do you wear that? It looks uncomfortable.”
Catlula rolled her eyes as she finished putting her bra on and said, “Our superiors don’t allow me to wear bras that work for my body, and these are the only available bras that hold. They weren’t as uncomfortable when I got used to them.”
Felicia replied, “Oh, OK. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with that. It sounds awful.”
Catlula nodded at Felicia’s reply and finished dressing in her tank top and shorts. She laid her exhausted body in bed once she was clothed.
The twi’lek thought, “Oh, how war can be brutal. The bodies we leave in our wake remind us of our evil. Though, we may be able to feel justified as the souls who once inhabited those bodies would have done the same to us. That is evident by the way they attempted to execute me. Though, what happens when the carnage comes from innocents? Is the pursuit of power a proper justification for bloodshed? I would argue no, but my experience of getting stripped and almost eaten make the situation more ambiguous. I know it should not be, but pain breeds pain. Though, I will not allow my mind to be influenced by trauma. I will promise never to kill an innocent person. I will never let my morality stray that far.”
Suddenly, someone knocked on the room door and said, “Catlula, General Ackerson wishes to see you.”
Upon hearing the announcement, Catlula sat up and jumped toward the closet while replying, “OK, I’ll be there.”
The twi’lek grabbed her officer uniform dress and hastily put it on. Then, she quickly paced out of the room and into the hallway.
Eventually, Catlula reached General Ackerson’s office and knocked on the door.
The general heard the knocking and said, “Come in.”
The twi’lek followed these directions and entered the room, seeing the strong but kind face she had seen many times before.
Catlula sat at the desk across from Ackerson, who cautiously said, “Good job in the battle. I heard you killed a Rancor.”
The twi’lek felt the uncomfortable tension of the meeting as both she and the general knew the battle’s baggage but did not want to discuss it.
Catlula did not wish to speak about the situation with her commander and replied solemnly, “Thank you, sir.”
The sadness on his adopted daughter’s face stung the general heart, and he said, “I apologize for what has happened to you and how you have been treated thus far in the army. I thought the terrorist base would be an easy first mission for you. I should have known better.”
The twi’lek replied more comfortably, “I don’t blame you for any of this. I am an adult now, and you can no longer control my fate. As you know, the Empire can be brutal, and now, those struggles are mine to endure.”
Ackerson replied, “I understand that. I wanted to bring you here to promote you to captain for your heroics in the battle.”
The general placed the new rank insignia on the desk, and Catlula grabbed it, replacing the old pin with it.
Catlula said, “Thank you, sir. I will fight to the best of my ability as a captain.”
Ackerson replied, “I’m sure you will. You can continue with your day now. Love you, Catlula.”
The twi’lek left her seat and responded, “I love you too, sir.” and left the office.
Catlula walked through the hallway until she reached the base’s prison complex. She walked past cell after cell in the prison. Most prisoners were occupied with the injuries they sustained from the guards and the madness from isolation. The twi’lek almost felt pity for many of them, but her loyalty to the Empire stopped that sympathy from reaching her heart. Eventually, Catlula walked to the intended cell, but when she saw two officers talking to each other by the door. Their presence surprised twi’lek, but she still approached the gate.
As Catlula put her hand on the entrance, one of the men said, “Hello, beautiful. Your friend is incredible, but you would be better.”
The twi’lek directed her attention toward the men, but before she could say something she would regret, she returned to open the door as the men were not worth her time.
As the door opened, the officer grew annoyed by the girl ignoring them, so the man who called out to her pulled her dress up and grabbed her voluptuous rear, covered by her tight, latex shorts. The action enraged Catlula, who turned around and attempted to remove the hand from her butt to no avail.
The twi’lek firmly demanded, “Get your hands off me, you disgusting creep.”
The man laughed and asked the girl, “What will you do if I molest you? You are nothing more than another pathetic twi’lek.”
The two men were physically average and were a few inches taller than Catlula, but the twi’lek still punched the man’s arm.
The second officer positioned himself behind Catlula and groped her large breasts as he licked her lekku. The saliva felt disgusting against Catlula’s smooth skin, and the man’s arms felt like a cage. The twi’lek shook her body in the man’s grip, but he would not let her go.
The first officer to advantage of his partner’s diversion and moved his hand from the girl’s butt to the front of her shorts. He pulled on her bottom and shoved his hand into the opening to finger her pussy. The vagina felt warm against the man’s finger, and he excitedly smiled.
Catlula quickly noticed the violation of her body, but the men smashed her in between their bodies to subdue her. The twi’lek felt the ecstasy rush through her veins and torture her soul. She attempted to close her vagina on the man’s finger, but that only seemed to excite him. Catlula broke down in tears as she felt violated and humiliated.
The officers laughed at the girl’s tears, and the first man said to his partner, “Let go of her. I’ll force this bitch against the bars and take this to the next level.”
The other officer nodded his head and left the girl to his partner. The man quickly pushed the twi’lek against the cell bars and held her using his body. Catlula continued to scream and cry at her assailant, but the officer did not care about her plight. Then, the man pulled his penis out of his pants and replaced his fingers with the member. Catlula screeched in pain as she felt the size and girth of the rod as it tore through her vagina. Then, the member reached her pleasure spot and turned her screams into loud moans. The twi’lek attempted to kick and push the man away from her, but she could not move him. He thrust his way into the woman until he came inside her body. Catlula’s pussy juice and the man’s cum mixed into a liquid, which seeped out of the vagina and stained her uniform dress. The twi’lek felt weak and light-headed as she stopped struggling and allowed her body to moan with every thrust as tears rolled down her face.
After a few minutes, the officers grew bored, raping the twi’lek, who now could not stand.
The second officer called, “Come on, let’s leave this bitch in this slave’s cell. One of the guards will let her out of the cell when he finds her there.”
The first officer pulled out of the girl and replied, “OK.”
The men carried the exhausted girl by her armpits into the cage and sat her against the wall next to the naked purple slave girl, who stared at the men as they brought the twi’lek in and left.

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Chapter 11

The purple twi’lek slave looked at Catlula with confusion, thinking, “Why would they rape one of their own? Why did she even decide to come here? I’m sure she did not know what would happen to her when she got here, but she had no reason to come here.”

The Twi’lek Imperial officer sat depressed, humiliated, and broken as she still felt the assault pulsing on her body, especially the parts which they desired. She attempted to stay strong in front of the lowly slave but could not stop the tears from rolling down her face.

Catlula solemnly thought, “I’m an Imperial. I can’t show my weakness. Does this galaxy exist just to humiliate me? If anyone discovers that this happened, I might as well die.”

The slave continued staring at the woman beside her and asked in twi’leki, “Who are you, and why did you come to my cell?”

Catlula attempted to fight her sadness as she answered in the same language, “I am Captain Catlula of the Imperial Military. I came to your cell because I found it interesting that you were a twi’lek. I haven’t seen many people like us here.”

The purple twi’lek replied, “What makes you think you are similar to me? You are a military officer while I am a slave.”

Catlula looked at the slave and replied, “I was born into slavery, and my mother served as a dancer for Jabba. Also, you saw how they treated me.”

The purple twi’lek looked at where the officers raped Catlula and replied, “OK, you might have faced more adversity than I gave you credit for. If that is how they treat you, why don’t you defect?”

Catlula replied, “I don’t know. You might have a point, but I don’t know if I could escape \the Empire’s clutches. Also, I never got to know this. What is your name?”

The purple twi’lek replied, “My name is Ryara, and I think if we worked together, we could escape oppression.”

Catlula thought about the slave’s proposition, “Should I blame the entire Empire for the actions of two officers? Besides, what would I do if I managed to escape? Would it be worth throwing everything I have away for a new start in a fledgling rebellion? I don’t think it would be worth it, especially since the punishment for failure would be severe.”

The Imperial officer told the slave, “I still believe my future belongs in the Empire. I will do my best to campaign for your release from this prison. I may not have the most respect, but my rank still affords me some influence.”

Ryara seemed slightly disappointed in Catlula’s rejection but replied, “I’ll trust you on this, but if you decide to change your mind, you can come here.”

Catlula stood up and said, “Thank you for understanding. Until next time.”

Ryara replied likewise, “Until next time.”

The Imperial officer walked to the cage door and used her clearance to leave the cell, locking it before Ryara could attempt an escape. She walked down the base’s halls to her room and opened the door to see Felicia sitting on her bed.

The blonde asked the twi’lek, “What have you been up to?”

Catlula replied calmly, “Not much. I’m going to change into more comfortable clothes and practice my shooting. Do you want to join me?”

Felicia replied, “Sure.”

Felicia stood up from the bed, tied her golden hair into a bun, and grabbed her sniper rifle from the wall. Catlula walked to the closet and quickly changed from her uniform to workout clothes. Both women wore the same outfit, a tank top that hugged their pronounced breasts and shorts that clunge onto their asses and thighs to create appealing sights for the eyes.

Then, the twi’lek grabbed her sniper rifle with a blue tassel, representing her skilled marksmanship, and said, “I’m ready to go to the range.”

Felicia smiled and replied, “OK, let’s go.” 

The two girls left their room and walked down the base’s halls to reach the shooting range. Along the way, some men appreciated their beauty but did nothing to fulfill their desires. The building was massive, and the army used much of that space for the shooting range. This training room allowed troops to shoot from distances up to two miles. Catlula and Felicia set their weapons up at two stations by each other. The blonde set the range at one mile, while the twi’lek decided to go for two miles. For every 20 shots Felicia fired, she hit the target ten times, which was average for a sniper her age. For every 20 bolts Catlula fired, she hit the object 16 times, which was among the best for someone her age but would not be considered elite. In the Empire, the best snipers averaged 18-20 hits out of 20 shots. 

When Felicia saw the shots her roommate made, she said, “Nice shots, girl. I haven’t seen anyone shoot like you do.”

Catlula smiled and replied, “Thank you, Felicia.”

Suddenly, two men wearing black tank tops approached the two girls, and one of them said, “Seems that the ladies have finally come out. We haven’t seen many baddies out here at the base.”

Catlula looked at the men and replied, “I heard that there are some women in the stormtrooper corp..”

The men laughed, and the other soldier said, “We aren’t looking for grunts here. Besides, those troopers aren’t even allowed to remove their armor. We are looking for the best of the best.”

Catlula looked at Felicia nervously, looked back at the men, and said, “I apologize, but we aren’t interested.”

One of the men said, “Come on, you wouldn’t mind if we hung out with you for a bit to see how you are doing.”

The twi’lek did not reply, and she went back to shooting. The harassing men took this silence as consent and approached Catlula as she shot.

The men saw the girl’s shooting prowess, and one said, “I didn’t know a tail-head could shoot like that.”

Catlula did not appreciate the term they called her and quietly and bitterly replied, “Please don’t call me that.”

The man who used the insulting term got closer to the twi’lek and said, “Oh, you didn’t like that? Let’s see if you like this.”

Then, he groped one of her breasts and stuck his hand down her shorts to grab her butt cheek.

The twi’lek dropped her gun and attempted to push the men away. Felicia quickly saw what the men were doing and set her weapon down, saying, “Hey, leave her alone.”

The man groping Catlula released her and pushed her toward the blonde, knocking them both over.

Then, he said to his partner, “You are going to restrain the human girl by her arms, and I will flash this entire range.”

The other man nodded in agreement, grabbed Felicia’s arms, stood her up, and restrained them behind her.

Then, the man walked in front of the girl with lustful intentions. Catlula stood up after being pushed, and she grabbed him. 

Felicia yelled, “Somebody, stop him!” but no one did anything.

The man behind her said, “Shut up, bitch.” and covered her mouth.

Felicia mumbled and bit the man’s hand, drawing some blood.

The soldier yelled, “Ouch!” and pulled his hand back, saying, “I ought to rape you for that, you little slut!”

The man in front of Felicia furiously punched Catlula in the head, knocking her down. Then, he kicked her head, knocking her unconscious. 

Then, the man focused on the blonde, who screamed, “What did you do to her? Is she still alive?”

The man grabbed her tank top and said, “You will get to check once we finish with you. If you complied, we would only release your breasts, but you have shown you are not worthy of clothes.”

He tore Felicia’s tank top off from the front. Then, he forcefully ripped her bra off, releasing her bouncing tits. He pulled her shorts and panties to the floor and pushed her into the unconscious twi’lek to retrieve the clothes.

Finally, the man said, “I hope you and your twi’lek friend enjoy the rest of your day, you blonde slut.” and left with her clothes.

Felicia scoffed at the men and covered her breasts with one of her arms.

Then, she shook Catlula and said, panicked, “Please wake up, Catlula.”

The scene had attracted some attention, and Felicia’s naked body attracted the attention of most men in the room. Many looked at her plump ass, which seemed especially beautiful as she squatted over her friend. Some were even lucky enough to see her exposed breasts before she covered them. Most of these Imperial were disgusted by what happened but enjoyed what they saw. They appreciated their comfortable status as bystanders.

The twi’lek weakly opened her eyes and looked at her friend, saying, “What did they do to you?”

The blonde looked around at the crowd and looked back at her friend, saying, “I’ll tell you when we get back to our room.”

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Felicia and Catlula hastily walked through the halls of the base leading to their room. The twi’lek rubbed the area between her lekku and head, where her head hit the floor. She looked at her friend, whose head and naked body faced forward. The blonde’s face expressed extreme anger and bitterness while her movements preached her determination to reach safety.
As the girls walked, male Imperials amused themselves by staring at Felicia’s exposed body. Her tits bounced with each hurried motion, and her plump ass cheeks rubbed together as her thighs moved. The sex-deprived men stood, tempted by the fruit as it passed them before they could act. Felicia only focused on what stood ahead of her, expecting attention. Catlula pitied her friend but knew she could not fix her problems.
Eventually, the girls entered their room, and Catlula locked the door to sever them from the mess.
Catlula said as she felt her head, “I think we are safe.”
Felicia walked toward the closet and angrily replied as her plump ass cheeks rubbed against each other, “Good. If only that could be the case everywhere in this fucking base. It is almost like my body has a sign that says, ‘Do as you may with me’. Sometimes, I feel like the only solution is to take matters into my hands.”
Catlula’s face presented her confusion, and she asked, “What do you mean by that?”
The blonde looked back at the twi’lek as she rummaged through her underwear drawer and answered, “I want to go after the source of our issues, The Empire.”
The statement shocked the twi’lek, and she replied, “That seems a bit drastic, doesn’t it?”
Felicia grabbed a bra and panties but dropped them after Catlula spoke. Then, she lashed out at the twi’lek, yelling, “I am not being ‘drastic’! The Empire allowed this to happen to me! Besides, what grounds do you have to stand on in discrediting my trauma.”
The girl’s anger angered the twi’lek, and Catlula yelled, “Two senior officers raped me earlier today!”
Once Catlula spouted out those words, she knew the box could not close. Felicia stood shocked, mouth agape, and tears welled up in the twi’lek’s eyes.
The blonde asked, “When?”
Catlula answered, trying to stay strong, “I visited one of the prisoners in our holding facility, and they attacked me, raping me against the bars.”
Felicia bent over, picked up her underwear, and replied, concerned, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I could have helped you.”
Catlula shook her head as she walked to her bed and sat down. Then, she said, “What could you have done to help me? I had already suffered by that point.”
The blonde covered her pussy with her panties and replied, “I could have helped you get revenge on the officers who did this to you. We must take a stand against the Empire for what they allowed to happen to us.”
The twi’lek replied with her chin in her hand, “I have more potential in the orderly Empire than I have in going against it. I would be nothing without it.”
Felicia put her bra on and sat on her bed. Then, she said, “I see where you are coming from, but what is the point of potential when everything you are is controlled by those around you?”
Catlula thought about the question for about a minute before saying, “No matter how much they control us, we will still have our minds.”
Suddenly, the girls heard a knock on the door and a man yelling, “General Ackerson is dead! Captain Catlula, you must appear at a meeting in the war room immediately!”
The news shocked the twi’lek, whose heart sunk and eyes watered in mourning. Then, Catlula rushed to the closet as tears streamed down her face.
Felicia saw the sorrow in her friend’s face and said, “I’m sorry for your loss.”
Catlula hastily dressed in her uniform and replied, “Thank you, Felicia. I’ll tell you about the meeting when I get back.” Then, she left the room.
The twi’lek thought about Ackerson’s death as she walked through the halls: “He cannot be dead. He wouldn’t leave me here like this. He was supposed to be my guide through this harsh world. What will happen to me now?”
When Catlula reached the war room, she opened the door and saw many human male Imperial officers sitting at a large circular table. Then, she saw one of the Imperials, who raped her in the front of the room. Catlula scoffed upon seeing the man and sat at an open spot at the table.
The man at the front of the room said, “Welcome. My name is General Wencor. I will be in charge of the base after the assassination of General Ackerson.”
The twi’lek thought, “They would never give this man this power if they knew how much of a monster he was.”
Wencor looked at Catlula and stated, “Ackerson’s funeral will happen a week from now. We will respect his memory throughout my rule over this base. He was a great man, and I hope to be half the man he was.”
Catlula thought, “Says the man who raped his adopted daughter.”
The new general finished the meeting by saying, “I hope I can serve this base as its new leader, but I also expect respect from all of you. You are all excused to return to your regular duties.”
Everyone stood up from their seats, and Catlula thought as she followed the crowd, “That rapist will never get any respect from me.”
She walked back to her room, bitter about the decisions of the meeting. Then, she opened the door to see Felicia, still in her underwear.
Catlula walked into the room and sat on her bed, and the blonde asked, “What did you learn from the meeting?”
The twi’lek replied, “The man who raped me is in charge of the base.”
Before Felicia could respond, the girls heard a knock at the door again. Catlula answered the door and saw a death trooper. The pitch-black armor intimidated the women.
The soldier firmly said, “The general wants to see Felicia.”
The blonde nervously replied, “I need to get dressed first.”
The death trooper looked at Felicia and said, “I do not care. He wants to see you now.”
The blonde replied, “Fine.”, walked to the death trooper, and left to room.
Felicia’s skimpily-clad appearance caught the attention of many passersby, but the presence of the death trooper stopped them from doing anything.
When the blonde reached the general’s room, Wencor’s eyes filled with lust. Felicia ignored the man’s expression and sat across from him at his desk.
The man said, “I did not expect you to come to me like this, but it is a welcome surprise.”
Felicia sighed and asked with hostility, “What do you want?”
Wencor laughed at the girl’s anger and replied, “Not much, darling.”
Then, he swiftly brandished his blaster pistol, pointed it at the blonde’s head, and pulled the trigger.

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Catlula sat on her bed, alone in her room. She mourned the death of General Ackerson, tearing up as memories flooded her mind. The twi’lek remembered her youth when the man helped her become the woman she would be. She reminisced on her interactions with him and every moment they lost due to his death.
Then, that sorrow turned to fear when she thought, “He was the only person who loved and cared about me in The Empire. What will happen to me now that he is dead? Will they send me back to Tatooine? Will they imprison and execute me? I am nothing more than a relic of a past administration, and it is only a matter of time before they purge me.”
The twi’lek hung her lekku over her shoulder and held the appendage in her hands, thinking, “I guess it’s me against the world now.”
Suddenly, Catlula heard a loud banging on her door and anxiously thought, “That doesn’t sound like Felicia. Did something happen to her? Is something going to happen to me?... I guess I should answer the door as they will just answer with or without my consent.”
The twi’lek stood up from her bed, brushed her lekku off her shoulder, and walked to the door. Then, she opened it and saw the death trooper who took Felicia away.
The soldier’s metallic black armor did not portray emotion, leaving Catlula trembling from the mystery.
The death trooper looked at the twi’lek with his concealed eyes and assertively said, “I need you to come with me.”
Catlula noticed the difference in the man’s voice and weakly asked, “Where are you taking me?”
The armored man sternly replied, “I am not at mercy to share that with you.”
That statement stunned the twi’lek as she thought with an outwardly blank expression, “I am going to die. This moment is going to be the end of me.”
Then, the girl choked out the response, “Yes, sir.”
The death trooper worried that Catlula would flee, grabbed her arm and said, “OK, come with me.”
The soldier’s firm actions confirmed the twi’lek’s concerns, but she knew she could not fight him and allowed him to lead her through the halls.
Catlula closed her eyes as the man took her to the destination to distract herself from her terrifying situation. She wanted to savor the last moments she would have as a thinking being before she would turn to nothing.
Eventually, the soldier opened a door and said, “Here you are.”
The twi’lek opened her eyes and questioned if she would have preferred her fears to have manifested. She looked into the room and saw General Wencor lying in the only bed with a white shirt on. The man’s short brown hair and facial features did not vary much from most others in the Empire. The bed’s frame exerted a black hue with a wooden texture, and the back displayed an intricate carving of Wencor in his uniform. The blankets held a purple color to symbolize the general’s immense prestige. Stains covered the carpeted beige floor and blue walls of the room, leaving the twi’lek fearful of their origin. Then, she scanned the walls and saw many framed pictures of the man who resided in the chamber. Suddenly, the twi’lek bore witness to a heartbreaking sight. She saw Felicia’s decapitated head hanging from the wall by a long spike that penetrated through the bullet hole in her forehead.
Her face bore the expression she held at the moment of death, eyes wide open with her mouth closed by the barrier of her rosy red lips. Felicia’s blonde hair lifelessly drooped behind her head and against the wall. At its base, Catlula could see red flesh hanging at the severing point and the top of her vertebrae. Below the decapitated head, her tits hung. The severed boobs held a spherical frame, like a ball. The pointy red nipples pointed forward, and light reflected off the white skin, making it shine. Hooks kept the breasts in their position. Seeing Felicia in this manner upset the twi’lek.
Tears rolled down Catlula’s face, and she yelled at Wencor, “You monster! How could you do such a thing to her?!”
General Wencor laughed at the girl’s anger and replied, “Why are you concerned about her? I saw your conversation earlier today, and she spoke against The Empire and held some treacherous views. Her beauty was the only good thing she brought to The Empire; now, that is the only thing she has.”
The twi’lek yelled back, “She was much more than that!”
The General laughed and replied. “I’m sure she was an angel, but she did not prove herself militarily competent enough for me to excuse treasonous thought. Besides, I wanted you here.”
Wencor’s last sentence turned Catlula’s anger into fear as she asked, “What do you mean by that?”
The General quickly looked at the death trooper and ordered, “Continue with the plan, soldier.”
The trooper replied, “Yes, sir.” and left the room.
Then, Wencor said to the twi’lek, “We are sharing a room and bed now.”
This information disgusted Catlula, and she angrily replied, “I am not sharing a room with a man who raped me.”
The General replied with faux sympathy, “I apologize, but if you disobey me, I will falsify evidence of collusion with The Rebel Alliance and sell you back to the Hutts. Besides, I can physically overpower you and force you to do anything I want. Also, if you attempt to kill me, I am armed and will kill you first. Are you going to obey me now?”
Then, he brandished his blaster pistol from under the bedsheets.
The threat surprised the twi’lek, and she changed her attitude with the nervous reply, “Yes, sir.”
Wencor laid his weapon back on the bed and coldly said, “Good girl. Now, take off your clothes. You are no longer allowed to wear any clothes in this room.”
This request angered Catlula, and she said, “That is unacceptable. You can’t…”
The twi’lek stopped talking when the general brandished his gun again.
Then, he said, “Imagine how much power you will have as my slave. You will get many privileges in return for satisfying my desires. You could act as my sniper and get opportunities to prove yourself as a legend. No one will know what you are doing here. Even if they do, you will have the skill to overshadow that. Besides, this is an option between living as my slave, living as a slug’s slave dancing for an audience, or ending up like your friend on the wall.”
Catlula nervously looked at her dismembered friend, teared up as she thought for a few seconds, and grabbed the base of her tank top. The twi’lek pulled the top over her head and threw it to the floor. The general saw the sneak peek of the girl’s chest smashed into a metallic bra, and his excitement showed through a bulge in the blanket. Catlula looked at the bump and momentarily questioned her actions before putting her hands behind her back and unclipping the bra. After the floodgates opened, The twi’lek’s tits violently bounced freely. Once they settled, her purple nipples pointed outward from her chest, and the bra lay on the floor.
Wencor looked at the girl’s boobs and commented, “Damn, those are some of the best tits I have ever seen.”
Catlula refused to respond to his comment and pulled her shorts and panties down in one action, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy. Then, she stepped out of them once they dropped to the floor. Finally, the girl took her shoes and socks off.
Wencor admired the twi’lek’s frame and commented, “I can’t wait to get inside that. Just remove your headpiece and join me in bed.”
Catlula pulled her last piece of clothing through her lekku and threw it to the floor. Then, she crawled into bed with the general.
Once the twi’lek entered his reach, Wencor grabbed her busty tits from behind.
He whispered in Catlula’s ear, “They feel as good as I thought.”
Then, the general forcefully rolled her over to face him and positioned himself on top of her. Wencor pulled his lower appendage from his pants and inserted it into Catlula’s entrance.
As the man pushed himself into the twi’lek, Catlula quickly regretted her actions and attempted to shove him off her, but she could not overcome him. The man responded by grabbing her throat and choking her as he reached her pleasure spot. As the twi’lek felt the ecstasy run through her body, she began uncontrollably moaning. Wencor lessened his grip on her throat as the force became unnecessary. Then, he violently thrust himself through Catlula’s pussy, causing the two to shake under the sheets. After many more minutes of penetrating the woman, Wencor unloaded his load in the twi’lek womb and rolled off her, quickly falling asleep.
Catlula deeply breathed as she lay on the bed, sweating from head to two with the man’s liquids filling her pussy.
She looked at the ceiling, tearing up and thinking, “What has become of me?”

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When Catlula woke up, she felt something deep in her pussy that felt like a finger. Then, she saw General Wencor next to her, already awake.

The man said, “Last night was fun, but I want to do it again.”

The twi’lek sleepily replied, “Can you please get your finger out of me and leave me alone? It would benefit the Empire more if we did our jobs.”

The general grabbed the girl’s arm, laughing, and said, “You are funny, darling.”

Then, he climbed on the naked twi’lek, unveiled his bulge from his pants, and pierced her vagina.

The twi’lek repeatedly said, “Please stop. Please stop. Please stop.” louder and louder as Wencor shoved himself deeper and deeper until she started moaning when he pushed far enough.

The general thrust in and out of the girl and shook her as he said, “I bet you like that, you slut.”.

Catlula could only reply in pained moans.

Eventually, the man unloaded into the girl’s womb and rolled off her. Both of them lay on the bed in puddles of sweat.

Catlula thought as she lay on her back against the wet mattress, “I never want to do that again.”

Wencor stood up and firmly ordered, “Get out of bed and kneel before me.”

The twi’lek sighed at the order and weakly stood up, drenched in sweat. Then, she stumbled toward the general. Finally, Catlula fell to her knees before his exposed penis.

The man grabbed his blaster pistol and put it to the girl’s head, authoritatively saying, “Suck it. If you try anything funny, I will shoot you.”

Catlula reluctantly put her mouth on the phallic object and sucked on it, thinking, “Am I nothing more than a human fleshlight?”

Then, Wencor thrust the appendage further into the girl’s mouth, causing her to gag. The twi’lek attempted to move her head back, but the general pushed her back into position.

Catlula gagged on the man’s dick as the disgusting, warm cum rolled down her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she went through this agony.

Suddenly, Wencor pulled out of her mouth and pushed her naked body to the floor.

He said, “I love you, girl. Now, shower so you don’t smell like this later.”

Catlula stumbled to her feet, feeling the man’s slime cover her mouth, and slowly walked to the restroom, bitter about what she had become.

She entered the tiled, white room and closed and locked the door behind her, so Wencor would not enter. Then, Catlula weakly limped into the shower cubical and activated the head. The attacking water forced the disgusting sweat to retreat, and she felt relieved. It flowed down her body, and droplets fell from the end of her lekku. The water sparkled in the light emanating from the ceiling.

Suddenly, Catlula felt disgusted and thought, “How did I allow him to violate me? How can I be this weak? In my attempt at freedom, I found myself in slavery. I doubt Jabba would treat me better, but that doesn’t change how I see my heart smashed against a wall. Once I am able, I will end this tyranny over my body. He thinks he has control of me, but I will reveal that confidence to be an illusion.”

The twi’lek grabbed the soap and rubbed it on her curvy, blue body. Bubbles ran down her smooth back to her voluptuous cheeks and thighs. When she bent over to clean her legs, water dripped from the tips of her nipples as they faced down, but her tits bounced into position when she stood back up.

When she deactivated the shower, her skin sparkled with cleanliness. As she walked out of the shower, her boobs shook, and water dripped off them. Then, she grabbed a towel from the rack and dried her body with it. The twi’lek started with her head and moved down her lekku like she was pushing something out of them. Then, she squished her breasts against the towel and even separated them to clean what was between them. Next, she dried her smooth midriff and moved down to the bomb site, which she kept cleanly shaven. Then, she rubbed the towel on the cheeks of her ass so they shined like glass. Finally, she bent over and dried her skinny legs. Her cheeks opened while she cleaned herself, but luckily, no one could opportunize her vulnerability.

When the twi’lek finished cleaning herself, she hung the soggy towel on the rack and left the safety of the restroom. Once Catlula unlocked and opened the bathroom door, Wencor looked at the beautiful twi’lek and amused his eyes with her sex appeal.

The rutian twi’lek looked at the closet and saw someone had already transported her items and put them in a large pile, and she asked as she leaned against the doorway with a confused expression, “How did my stuff get here?”

The general responded, “I got the death trooper from yesterday to move everything here last night while we were asleep.”

Catlula stood back on her feet and said, “OK” Then, she solemnly looked at the display of her dead friend on the wall of the room. Head and breast still gave a ghastly image to the twi’lek of what she could become.

Wencor noticed his slave looking at Felicia’s dismembered self and walked to it. Then, he grabbed the decapitated head by its golden blonde hair and threw it in his trash can. Finally, he grabbed each breast and dropped them in the bin likewise.

The high-ranking officer returned to where he was and smugly commented, “There is no need to keep that likeless decoration when I have a living one.”

Catlula looked at the bin and thought, “She rests in the same conditions she lived in, treated like trash. My only wish is that I don’t forget her.”

Then, she walked to the pile of her clothes and bent over to grab a bra and panties. Wencor observed the girl’s cheeks separate, revealing the opening of her anus. Then, he took the opportunity to shove his hand in there.

The twi’lek’s eyes opened wide as the man violated her, and she burst back up in shock and pulled his hand out, firmly saying, “Get off me.”

Catlula turned around to face her commander and stepped into her panties. Then, she moved them up to cover her anus and vagina.

Wencor backed up a few steps and said, “You didn’t seem too mad that time.”

The twi’lek scowled at the man and stated, “If I had the opportunity to, I would have you castrated and hung in front of the base.”

Wencor smirked and replied jokingly replied, “Sure you would, darling. Sure you would.”
Catlula directed her focus back to getting dressed. She grabbed one of her trusty metal bras and cupped her boobs, squeezing them together as she clipped the top behind her back.

The general commented, “Love the outfit.”

Catlula momentarily looked at him before quickly squatting to grab a pair of tight shorts and a tank top. She put her legs through the holes of the shorts and moved them up until they hugged the curves of her ass and thighs. Then, she put the tank top over her head and her arms through the appropriate holes to cover more of her body. Next, she put her socks and boots over her feet. Finally, she grabbed her headpiece and moved it up her lekku until it hugged the border between her lekku and her head.

Once the twi’lek clothed herself, Wencor said, “Let’s go to the shooting range, so I can see what you can do as a sniper.”

Catlula replied, “Yes, sir.” and grabbed her rifle.

The two officers walked down the halls of the base until they reached the massive shooting range. Then, they found an open station and claimed it. The general made the targets move two miles away and made them move from left to right.

Then, he ordered, “Shoot.”

Catlula nodded and set her aim to face the 20 targets. Then, she looked through her gun’s scope and focused on the moving specks she needed to hit. Finally, the twi’lek put her crosshairs on the dots and shot. After 20 shots, she hit 17 of the targets.

Catlula looked at her commander and asked, “How did I do?” thinking her skills would impress him.

Wencor gave the girl an emotionless look and replied, “It is a good start, but I want you consistently hitting all these targets. We will attack a rebel base in a month, and I want you to come here and practice every day for the entire day until the battle.”

The twi’lek replied, “Yes, sir.” and returned to shooting.

Then, the general left and returned to his office.

That evening, Catlula finished eating at the luncheon and walked to her room. When she opened the door, she saw no one.

The twi’lek looked around and thought, “Finally, I get to be alone.”

Catlula stripped naked, remembering her commander’s rule, and grabbed her book on military strategy. Then, she lay in bed and read her book.

As minutes transformed into hours, Catlula thought, “It is weird that Wencor isn’t back yet, but this silence is amazing.”

Eventually, after three hours, Wencor stumbled into the room, holding a half-full glass bottle. The twi’lek saw his deep intoxication through his mannerisms, and fear quickly flooded her mind. She closed her book and set it on her nightstand.
Suddenly, the general grabbed Catlula’s arm and ripped her out of the bed with the blankets. Then, he violently shoved her naked body against the wall and made out with her. These drastic actions surprised the twi’lek, so she struggled against the man’s strength and yelled, “Please, stop!”

The girl’s resistance irritated Wencor, so his intoxicated lust turned into rage. Suddenly, The general backed away from the twi’lek and broke his bottle against her head. The hit knocked her out, and the glass left a massive gash on her head as she fell on broken glass. As she landed, more glass contacted her naked skin. She lay unconscious in a puddle of blood and alcohol.

As the general looked at the bloody girl, he quickly realized his mistake and grabbed bandages from a first-aid kit. Then, he wrapped it around her head to cover the wound.
Suddenly, his stress made him nauseous, and he vomited on the floor and passed out.

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General Wencor woke up, hungover on the floor. His mind could not string together a coherent thought, and his memories were blank. Then, he turned his head and saw the naked twi’lek next to him, and his recollection of yesterday’s events flooded back.

The general slowly stood up from his uncomfortable position and looked at the blue twi’lek, thinking, “Shit. I should get someone to deal with this.”.
He pulled his holoprojector from his pocket, calling the medics to his room.

When the medical troops entered the room, their eyes met the purpose of their deployment. They saw a naked twi’lek unconscious on the floor. A mixture of blood and alcohol covered the girl’s beautiful blue skin, dampening and staining the carpeting. Her naked ass pointed up toward the ceiling as the head lay on its side with bandages around the roots of her lekku.

The sight shocked the medics, not expecting a sight so foul to manifest in their leader’s room, and one of them asked General Wencor, “What happened?”

The general emotionlessly responded, “When she came out of the shower last night, she forgot her clothes and tried to quickly grab them from the closet. Unfortunately, she bumped her body against a cabinet and a bottle of alcohol fell on her head, knocking her out.”
The medics saw though this story, but unwilling to argue with the leader of the base, they put the unconscious twi’lek’s naked body on a stretcher and escorted her out of the room.

Catlula found herself nude in a white, misty land. It seemed like everything around her, even the ground she stood on, were made of some strange cloud-like substance.

She thought, “I knew that idiot would kill me. If only I could have fulfilled my duty in the Empire. The galaxy will miss out on my skills.”

Then, Felicia appeared before her, dressed in a long white dress. The dress emitted a light that reflected in the fog around her, and her beautiful blonde hair flowed her, carried by a light wind.

Catlula asked her lost friend, “Is this heaven?”

Felicia responded, “No, my friend. We are in your head. You will wake up when the time comes.”

The twi’lek acknowledged the reality the blonde made clear to her and asked, “Then, is this a dream?”

“No, more like a vision.”, Felicia answered.

This answer shocked the twi’lek, and she said aghast, “I never expected to see or hear from you again. What did you come back to me for?”

Felicia opened a mass of thick fog in front of her and the twi’lek, revealing a vibrant city on a rocky surface. Catlula could see speeders traversing through the streets, people walking to their destination, and a busy spaceport with ships arriving and departing from. It seemed like an ideal form of community, and everyone seemed to enjoy their life in the city. Then, the movement in the port suddenly stopped, and dark colored Imperial ships arrived next to the commercial ships. Stormtroopers left those ships and landed on the rocky surface, running in all directions. Most people in the streets ran away from the soldiers while some fought the invaders. Then, a blue twi’lek soldier, Catlula, emerged from the transport with a sniper rifle to lead her troops. She met her troops on the front line and started killing what could be assumed to be rebel militia with impressive efficiency.

The sight left Felicia with a sorrowful expression while Catlula stood excited by what she could do.

Then, the blonde looked at her twi’lek friend and asked with a disheartened expression, “Is this what you want? Can’t you see the bloodshed you are creating?”

Catlula replied as she looked at the carnage, “I may have joined the Empire out of desperation, but I stayed in it to make a name for myself. It seems I succeeded.”

The twi’lek’s comment shocked Felicia and she said with a hint of fear, “Did I ever know you, Catlula? How could you allow yourself to cause so much misery to so many people?”

Catlula simply replied, “Its seems you never had the experience. That is the difference between us.”

Tears filled Felicia’s mournful eyes, and she said with a hint of anger in her voice, “I’m glad I died before I could see you show your colors. You disgust me!”

Then, everything went black before she found herself in a Bacta tank. The warm liquid suffocatingly hugged every inch of her body. A nozzle covered her mouth to ensure that she the liquid did not enter her mouth and so she could still breathe. Then, she looked down and saw that she was naked. Her tits floated up to the level of her neck, and her purple nipples pointed to the upper section of the medic bay walls. The twi’lek lekku also floated to touch the lid of the tank. The viscous Bacta touched the entrance of her vagina and made Catlula uncomfortable in the tank.

The twi’lek’s exit from unconsciousness alerted the medical troops, who quickly approached the tank. One of the troops climbed up a ladder on the side of the tank and opened the lid. The twi’lek moved through the viscous fluid until she could grab the rim of the capsule. Then, she lifted her head above the Bacta and removed the breathing agent from her mouth. The medic helped her out of the tank, but as they went down the ladder, the twi’lek noticed the helper’s hand grabbing one of her boobs.

This action angered the twi’lek, and she moved the offending hand from her blue tit as she firmly said, “Don’t touch me.”

Then, she saw a frightening sight in the corner of her eye, General Wencor.

The Imperial general said as he laid his eye upon his beautiful victim, “Thank you medics for helping her recover. It means the most to me.”

Catlula rolled her eyes as she climbed down the ladder, but once she landed on the medical bay’s hard, tiled floor, Wencor’s arm grappled the woman’s large, free boobs and held her close to his body. The twi’lek did not dare to protest and let the man overpower her as she felt his warm breath land on the back of her head.

The medics looked at Wencor and Catlula, shocked by their leader’s actions, but none of them cared enough to do anything about it.

The man smiled as he grabbed and squeezed her breast and said, “I love her so much. I could never imagine what I would do without her.”

The troopers stayed silent and looked at each other, afraid that speeching would get them in trouble.

Wencor laughed at how uncomfortable he made his medics and said, “Let’s get back to the room.”, leaving those in the medical bay speechless.

As Wencor groped Catlula as they walked through the hall, the twi’lek held her head down and blushed in shame. The sight shocked those who saw it, but few were particularly surprised by the action. Everyone could see Catlula’s beauty and knew what would happen if Wencor’s lustful self gained possession of her.
Once the two entered the room, the general turned Catlula around to face him and forced her against the wall by her shoulders.

General Wencor said, “My beauty, I love how you pretend to hate me while you submit to me at every opportunity. Even a prostitute would struggle against me if I groped their naked body in public. I bet I could do anything to you, and I would hear nothing more than a dissatisfied grumble.”

Catlula helplessly looked at her master and thought, “In know he is right, but is my lack of resistance for survive or because of fear? I know I can’t do anything to him, so I doubt that will change.”

Then, Catlula spouted out to Wencor’s face, “You don’t own me! You can’t control me!”
The general maliciously smirked in response and shoved two of his fingers up the twi’lek vagina. When she felt the man penetrate her, she closed her eyes and moaned unable to resist that sensual feeling.

As Wencor fingered the twi’lek, he said, “I own you, whore.”

Then, he pulled his finger from the woman’s privates and moved in to her large breast saying, “In Coruscant, I saw many beautiful twi’lek women on the streets, in bars, in whatever public places there are on that planet, and what I like most about twi’lek women is how they dress. They usually dress in beautiful revealing outfits, little more than a bra and panties. The busty ones showed off their cleavage, and the ones with big asses let them hang. Whenever I saw these beautiful women in revealing outfits, I could not resist my urges, and I would grab the outfit and would rip it off of them. Sometimes, the outfit had two parts, and sometimes, she wore underwear. Though, none of that mannered as they would all end up naked. It was always so fun to see their plump tits bounce out of their restraints and to see their bare ass and vagina. When they saw I had done this to them, they would not pursue the issue as they could see I was an Imperial officer. Sometimes, they would plead for mercy, as if I were intimidating to them. Though usually, they just looked down at themselves and ran away, hopelessly trying to cover their boobs and crotch from the wanting eyes around them.”

Catlula replied with visible disgust, “Who could you subject those girls to go through that embarrassment and abuse you power like that.”

Wencor replied, “because my power is mine to wield,”

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Catlula woke up from her sleep with her skin covered by nothing more than a blanket. She laid on her front with her breasts squished against the bed’s foam mattress. One of her lekku hung off the side of the bed, while the other was under General Wencor’s body. The weight on the appendage annoyed the twi’lek and proved to be very uncomfortable, but at this point, she had learned to get used to these annoyances.

Catlula uncovered her body from under the covers and exposed her naked body to the open air. As the twi’lek left the bed, her breasts bounced with every movement she made.

The movement of Catlula’s lekku under General Wencor’s body irritated him, so he woke up and groggily asked, “You’re waking up?”

Catlula quickly turned around, her lekku swinging behind her and responded, “I was going to practice my target shooting before the battle.”

Wencor tiredly said, “Fine, just come to the hanger in 2 hours, so we can go to Jevrin.”

The twi’lek shook her head and replied, “Yes, sir.”, turning around with her lekku continuing to sway behind her.

Catlula walked to her closet and grabbed her metal bra and panties. Then, she moved the panties up her legs until it covered her vagina and the crack of her plump ass and covered her large breasts with her bra, squeezing them against her chest as she clipped it on her back.

Suddenly, General Wencor snuck up behind Catlula and grabbed her shoulders, causing her to give a surprised yelp.

Wencor said, “I could not resist you as I saw how your body looks in that tight bikini. I love how that bra pushes your breasts and smooths out your body.”

The general’s advances made Catlula uncomfortable, and she responded, “Please stop touching me as much. I’ll have sex with you after the battle.”

Wencor said, “Fine” and slapped her mostly bare ass as he walked back to his bed, causing the girl to yelp again.

The twi’lek bitterly looked at the general on the bed as she grabbed her shorts, and as she put it on, she thought, “Can Wencor just leave me alone? I though letting him fuck me as much as I do would shut him up. I guess some people will never be satisfied.”

Catlula dressed in her tank top on and put her lekku through her headwear. Finally, she grabbed her sniper rifle and quickly left the room without looking at Wencor again.

When the twi’lek entered the shooting range, she set her gear up and lined her rifle up at one of the stations. Then, she started shooting at the targets she set at two miles away.

Suddenly, the twi’lek heard a condescending voice from beside her saying, “Two mile range? Not bad for the general’s fleshlight.”

Catlula halted her shooting and looked for the origin of the voice to see Eskol.

Eskol smugly continued, “When I knew you at the academy, I did not know you would develop into such a whore. Though, it is not surprising since you are a twi’lek.”

Catlula bitterly replied, “Shut up, Eskol. I never had a choice.”

Eskol laughed and replied, “If that is true, that would be the funniest part of it. I admit that you are a very skilled soldier, but your appearance will always overshadow that. You were born into slavery, and now, your life has gone full circle and have gotten what you deserve.”

Catlula sighed at the mockery and returned to shooting targets. The twi’lek’s silence to Eskol’s words annoyed him, so he grabbed her lekku and harshly yanked it.

The pull ruined the girl’s shot, her first missed shot of the day, so she quickly put the gun down, turning around to face the man who pulled her appendage.

Catlula furiously said, “Why do you have to be such an asshole, Eskol? I swear, if you continue to mess with me, I will stab you with my rifle’s bayonet.”

Eskol laughed and said, “You’ve been tortured as a loyal soldier. I could only imagine how you would be treated after you stab one of our own.”

Catlula blankly stared at the officer and subtly shook as she thought about what the man said, thinking about how to deal with this situation.

Eskol boldly stated, “I could strip a whore like you naked right here, and there would be nothing you could do in response.”

Catlula stood silent, trembling in fear, debating whether she should initiate fight or flight. Eskol smiled at the twi’lek lack of response to his statements and walked toward the cornered girl. As the man walked closer, the sniper panicked, and once the male officer was close enough to grab her, the girl tried to flee.

As Catlula started her escape, Eskol firmly grabbed the twi’lek lekku, giving her instant whiplash and forcing her to drop her rifle. The force flung her head up, and her feet fell out from under her, painfully landing her on her ass.

Eskol reeled the girl in and firmly groped her tits with his arms as an awful headache rang through her head. He felt the cloth covered steel of her bra that covered her beautiful curves.
Catlula panicked and struggled against the man’s restraint as she cried and screamed, “Let go of me! Get away from me! I don’t want you!” All of this was made worse by the headache.

Eskol lifted the girl’s tank top above her metal bra and fondled the border of her squished boobs and yelled in reply, “Shut up, bitch!”

As the two yelled at each other, everyone in the range started noticing the abuse. A crowd started to surround the twi’lek and the man, some wondering if they should get involved to help the woman or celebrating the pain being done to a “lesser being”.

Catlula tried to look at the crowd through the pain and stopped screaming, feeling embarrassed by the scene she was stuck in. The headache still rang through the back of her head, and Eskol also looked at the crowd, smiling.

He loudly asked the crowd, “Any of you want to see this whore’s tits?”

Around a fourth of the crowd cheered, a fourth stayed quiet, while half the crowd dispersed. Catlula teared up as she feared the worst.

Suddenly as Eskol put his hand on the clip of the twi’lek’s bra, an aged military commander named Colonel Tunshalf walked up to the pair and said, “Please stop this immaturity, Eskol. Disturbing these training grounds for the sake of your lust is disorderly, and everyone encouraging this behavior should be ashamed. Let go of the girl.”

Eskol sighed, disappointed that he could not expose the beautiful twi’lek’s body and harshly threw her to the floor. Catlula painfully landed on her knee and elbow and scraped both on the cold, metal floor.

Tunshalf told the young man, “One day, you will learn to concentrate your urges on defending this glorious Empire. Your mind may be focused on the material now, but I have faith that you will grow into a great soldier. Just, please start working on your vices.”

The twi’lek quickly stood back up after the push, blood dripping from the wounds on her arm and leg, gratefully saying, “Thank you, sir.”

Tunshalf leered at Catlula as he walked away and said, “If your kind were never allowed here we would have to deal with much less problems.”

These senior officer’s words left Catlula silent as the man walked away.

The crowd, who had hoped to see the girl’s hidden attributes, dispersed, and Eskol said to the twi’lek, “You are a lucky little bitch, Catlula. Pick your rifle back up from the floor and leave before I enact revenge for that embarrassment.”

The twi’lek nodded her head as she silently and hastily grabbed her rifle and equipment before she quickly darted out of the shooting range.

Catlula ran to her room and entered it covered head to toe in sweat.

Wencor looked at her and asked, “Back so early?”

The twi’lek replied as she caught her breath, “I had to leave the range early, Wencor.”

The general looked at the girl’s wounds, but he did not ask about them, instead saying, “Remove your clothes and join me in bed. We still have over an hour before we have to leave, and I wish to enjoy you in the remaining time we have.”

Catlula mournfully nodded her head as she removed her sweaty tank top and headwear. Then, she rolled her drenched shorts and panties down her legs in one movement. Finally, she unclipped her bra and let her tits bounce the steel clothing off her body and onto the floor in a loud “clank”.

The twi’lek walked toward the bed, with her blue skin shining in the room’s light. Then, she tucked herself into the bed as she let her commander have his way with her, all while the clock on the wall clicked further and further into the future.

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The blankets shook as General Wencor displayed his power over Catlula. Ecstasy flowed through the twi’lek’s body, forcing her to moan her commander’s name. Catlula once dispised how she had to pleasure Wencor, but at that moment, she tolerated it. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to moan as the man thrust himself in her. The general reveled in the act, so much so that he forgot to keep track of time. He deeply focused on the sex and making out with the beautiful girl he had power over. Suddenly, the memory of the rebel base crossed his mind, and he checked his watch.

After he checked it, he panicked and pushed Catlula away from him and off their bed, bringing the blankets and sheets with her. Then, Wencor pulled his pants up and got up from the bed.

Catlula angrily asked, “You could have been more civil about that.” as the blankets wrapped her naked body from head to toe.

The general looked at the mess and harshly ordered, “Get up, twi’lek. We have a rebel base to attack.”

Catlula sighed as she unwrapped her naked body from the blankets and muttered, “Why does he have to be such an asshole?” as she finished standing up.

General Wencor dressed in his fancy officer uniform as Catlula walked to the closet and put her panties and bra on. Then, she put her full-body armor on, finishing with her helmet and jetpack.

The general watched the twi’lek dress herself and commented once she had finished, “Looking good, Catlula.”

Catlula merely responded with a nod as she grabbed her sniper rifle.

Then, she said, “Let’s go” as she walked out of the room, and Wencor followed suit.

Once the two Imperials met the other officers in their attack group, Wencor told the leader of the snipers, “Catlula will be directly under my command when we attack the base Ussi.”

No expression could be seen behind his metallic mask, but Catlula could swear she heard some light laughter.

Then, the leader said, “OK, you really can’t go without that twi’lek can you?”

A frustrated look grew on Wencor’s face, and he angrily replied, “Don’t speak to me like that if you want to keep your position.”

The sniper leader turned around and walked toward the shuttle dismissively saying, “Yes, sir.”

Wencor turned around to face Catlula and bitterly said, “Let’s get on the shuttle.”

The twi’lek simply nodded, and the two walked aboard the Imperial transport. They sat next to each other in the row of seats. Once everyone was aboard and the ship launched from the hangar, silence swept over the entire shuttle as everyone’s thoughts consumed their mind.

Catlula looked down at a 45 degree angle and thought, “This is my chance to prove my worth to the Empire. I have the tools to dominate the battlefield and the skills to use them to their full potential. This is one of the bigger rebel bases we have discovered, but we are the Empire, the most powerful military force in the galaxy. I don’t trust Wencor, but even he could not ruin this mission.”

After a few minutes, the shuttle landed on the surface of Ussi. Those in the ship left their seats and walked down a ramp to the rocky surface of Ussi. Once the twi’lek stepped foot on the dusty planet, she looked around and saw the many different shuttles carrying Stormtroopers. She also looked at the rebel base, a metal stain on the beautiful, brown mountainous terrain of Ussi. The rebels built the building on the side of a large cliff, hoping to stay undetected, a hope that would fade over the next few hours.

General Wencor approached the armored twi’lek and said, “Go ahead of us to scout the base and take out any of their guards. Report back to us any weak points in the base.”

Catlula responded, “Yes, sir.” and launched off the rocky ground with her jet pack.

As she flew, she looked for a spot to observe the base from when suddenly, she heard two bolts wizz past her body. The twi’lek quickly focused her attention on the base, set the jetpack to hover, and grabbed her sniper rifle. Then, she looked through the scope of her rifle and found the two snipers on the base, shooting them both with deadly accuracy. The repulse of the rifle pushed the girl back a foot with each shot, and the rebel snipers felt to the floor, dead.

Catlula landed behind a rock formation near the base and looked at the infested building. There, she saw that the base was nothing more than a steel block on the side of a cliff. There was a makeshift hangar beside the building, but there were not many defenses that would particularly hamper their offensive. The twi’lek also saw a large metal door at the front of the base, which would be easy the breach. Then, she saw rebels rushing to the base’s windows and trenches in front of the base, anticipating an attack.

Catlula contacted General Wencor through a communication device in her helmet and said, “There is a large metal door at the front of the base you can attack through. There is also a hanger at the side of the base they could escape through. The rebels also seem aware of our presence and are manning a set of trenches in front of that door. There also seems to be only one entrance into the base, so this is going to be a tough battle.”

Wencor responded, “OK, we have the troops. We can take it. Just try to take out as many rebels as you can, and we will meet you there.”

Catlula responded, “Yes, sir.” and shut her transmitter down.

After the report, she thought, “I’m leaving this base with the rebel leader’s head.” as she launched off the ground again.

She got in position to overlook the trenches and set her pack to hover, launching grenades on the rebels before they knew what hit them. Once the enemy troops started shooting at her, she quickly landed next to the metal walls of the base and quickly shot a few more rebels before she launched off again with volleys of bolts fired at her. One of the shots hit her in the leg, which caused a burning pain, but she still powered on. The twi’lek flew up and up until she landed on the roof.

Catlula winced as her leg hit the steel roof, but she limped toward an air vent. Once the twi’lek grew close enough, she threw a grenade at the vent, giving her an entrance into the base. Then, she jumped down into the vent, using her jetpack to smooth out the landing. After the infiltration, she found herself in an empty hallway.

Suddenly, General Wencor contacted her, asking in a frustrated tone, “Where are you, Catlula?”

The twi’lek answered, “I infiltrated the base through the roof. I’ll meet you when your troops enter the base.”

The general reluctantly responded, “Fine, do whatever you want. I don’t care.”

Catlula replied, “Yes, sir.” and limped down the hallway, searching for the leader’s officer. Eventually, she found a room with text of the door that said, “Base Commander”. As soon as she read it, she threw a grenade at the door and destroyed it. Then, she entered the room at shot the rebel leader, killing him instantly.

Catlula looked at the leader of the rats, his body slumped over on his desk with his face destroyed by the blast. She knew the glory this kill could give her, so she grabbed the dead body by the armpits and used her jetpack to carry the man’s weight as she hovered through the hallway and back through the hole in the roof. When she reached the edge of the roof, she saw Wencor’s forces struggling against the rebel forces. The twi’lek dropped the body, landing on the rocky surface in front of the base, and landed herself on the roof, overlooking the battle.

The Stormtroopers were gunned down as they approached the trenches. Although Wencor’s forced looked like they would win after enough time, this battle would cause a lot of casualties and give the rebels a chance to escape. Catlula was determined not to let that happen.

The twi’lek jumped off the base’s roof and used the jetpack to slowly stop her from falling, and she hovered when she felt comfortable with the range. Then, she launched grenades into the trenches and shot at rebels from behind. This confused the enemy forces and allowed Wencor’s Stormtroopers to break the stalemate and storm the trenches. As the battle broke down for the rebels, one of the rebel troops shot Catlula in the shoulder before a Stormtrooper shot him in the head. The bolt caused pain the spread through her nerves, and the twi’lek landed on the surface as pain sprung from both her leg and shoulder.

Catlula limped to the base’s wall and sat against it to take the pressure off her injured leg. Then, the twi’lek took her helmet off as the heat became too much to bear. Also, she took her lekku out of their place in her armor, allowing them to hang free.

After the battle ended with an Imperial victory, Catlula stood back up, carrying her helmet and rifle as she limped toward the rest of Wencor’s forces. Pain rang through her body, but all she could think about was the great victory. After she crossed the trenches, General Wencor met her and said, “Good job, Catlula. I did not know you could do that.”

Catlula replied, “Next time, we should bring some walkers.”

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Catlula and Wencor arrived back in their room. The twi’lek wore her black armor and jetpack as she followed her commander back into the bedroom. The pains in her leg and shoulder lessened since the time they were acquired, but they still lingered as a reminder of the battle she returned from.

General Wencor removed his uniform shirt and harshly ordered, “Strip.”

Catlula nodded and sighed, removing her helmet. She took her armor off her body and stored it back in her closet, exposing much of her skin, save for what was covered by her bra and panties. Then, the twi’lek popped her bra off her large boobs and pulled her panties down her legs, putting both in her closet. She also moved her headwear down her lekku and returned it to her closet. Then, she turned around and saw Wencor sitting on the bed, naked.

The man pointed to his genitals and said, “Come sit.”

Catlula gulped with dread filling her mind, but she still obeyed her commander and approached him. Then, she began to sit on Wencor until he grabbed her hips and forced her ass to land on his erect penis.

The twi’lek silently took the pain as the commander forced his dick up her butt. Once the position satisfied the general, he groped and fondled her plump breasts.

Wencor said, “When I saw you killing those rebels, I could not wait to do this to you. You are so sexy when you fight.”

Catlula replied, “I would not have had to bail you out if you prepared better for that battle.”

The girl’s statement excited an anger with Wencor, and he fiercely squeezed her tits, saying, “Do you think you could have done better?”

Catlula winced as the man’s fingers dug into her skin and replied, “Yes.”

Wencor laughed at the girl and pulled her off his dick, saying, “Back up against the wall, and I will show you the strength it takes to run an army.”

Catlula did as the man told her, and Wencor grabbed her neck, forcing his genitals into hers.

The general choked the twi’lek as she moaned and said, “You think a weak tail-head like you could become a leader. You are a silly girl.”

Then, the man unloaded into the twi’lek’s womb and threw her to the ground.

Wencor said, “Put your clothes on and practice your shooting at the range you little slut. There will be a military meeting in an hour.”

The twi’lek hastily rushed her closet and dressed herself in her metal bra, panties, and headwear. Then, she put her tank top and shorts on, grabbed her rifle, and quickly walked out of the room.

After about a minute of walking, she reached the base’s large shooting range and set her equipment up at one of the stations. Then, she started shooting targets from two miles away with deadly accuracy.

She imagined the targets to be her commander and thought as she fired on the effigies, “I will show Wencor that I am not a ‘weak tail-head’. I will show him who I am and who I will be, an Imperial warrior. Who is he to tear me down when he has clearly proven his incompetence. His troops could barely beat a mildly defended rebel base. I could only imagine the disaster he would face if he attempted to attack a cell with actual funding. Everyone would have to be blind to not notice the man’s weakness. He spends too much time indulging in pleasures to act as a competent commander. This army will decay with him leading it, and if nothing changes, the Empire will face humiliation on his behalf. The writing is on the wall, but I doubt he is focused enough to notice it.”

As the twi’lek focused down range, she sensed a man approach her. Then, she paused her fire and nervously turned her head, seeing Colonel Cantsol.

The officer stood before Catlula in his professional uniform and said, “Captain, your performance as an infiltrator and a sniper surprised me in the recent battle. I never expected that you would ever show yourself to be that brilliant.”

The twi’lek replied, “Thank you, sir.”

Cantsol continued, “After the battle, I saw many compare you to the great Thrawn, but I know that you have your own skills that easily show that you are different than the Chiss. I heard that you graduated at the top of your class, and I can see why. You are a very special twi’lek and could very quickly become something great.”

Catlula nodded her head and responded, “I would have been nothing without Ackerson.”

Cantsol replied, “I’m sure you learned much under him. He was a great man and an even better commander. He spent decades in the service of the Empire since the Empire’s inception. I hope to be half the man he was, and I am sure you will prove yourself to be his heir.”

Catlula inquired, “His heir?”

Cantsol answered, “Yes, you will be the spiritual successor to his greatness. I am sure he gave some of his wisdom to you in your childhood years at the old base in Tatooine. I know that he would hope for you to continue his legacy”

Catlula responded, “Yes, sir.”

Cantsol said, “Good, I hope to see you at the meeting, captain.”

Catlula replied, “Thanks, I hope to see you at the meeting as well, colonel”
Then, she returned to shooting targets as Cantsol left.

Seven minutes before the meeting was scheduled, Catlula packed her equipment up and returned to her room to dress in her uniform. As she walked, she thought about the complementary words Colonel Cantsol said to her. She hoped to prove the man right and live up to his expectations.

Suddenly, she opened the door and saw her commander in bed with a light purple twi’lek. They were in each others arms and were clearly naked. The sight left Catlula frozen in shock.

When the commander saw the twi’lek, he commented, “Oh, shit!” and pushed the girl off of him.

The light purple twi’lek looked embarrassed and covered her tits with the blanket.
Catlula asked, “Who is this woman?”

Wencor replied, “Just a slave I bought today.”

Catlula panicked in her mind and thought, “Why would Wencor replace me? What could this mean?”

The twi’lek walked to the closet and tried to stay calm, saying, “Well, we need to go to the meeting now.”

Wencor replied, “OK, I’ll meet you there.”

Catlula nodded and put her uniform on, quickly leaving the room as if something we trying to kill her. Then, she rushed to the war room and sat at one of the open seats at the round table. Catlula could hear the officers discusse the recent battle and the success of the assault. She could even hear some of the other Imperial talking about her. She also looked around the room and saw Colonel Cantsol, who sat a few seats away from her.

After a few minutes, General Wencor entered the room and quickly fixed his gaze at Catlula.

Then he pointed at the twi’lek and ordered to the stormtrooper guards in the room, “Restrain that woman.”

Before Catlula could do anything in response, two stormtroopers pulled her up and cuffed her hands behind her back.

The twi’lek pleaded, “Why are you doing this?!”

Wencor answered, “I have seen that you have become too much of a threat to me and the Empire.” He focused on the stormtroopers and ordered, “Take the girl to the dungeon, strip her, and restrain her by the neck in a mass prison of our prisoners of war. Tell them to do as they want with her. She will be their gift.”

One of the armored guards replied, “Yes, sir.”, and the two soldiers escorted Catlula out of the room as she pleaded, “I am innocent! I have done nothing wrong!”

The base commander took a seat at the head of the table and said to the shocked crowd, “Anyone wish to say anything?”

Colonel Cantsol cautiously said, “Why did you imprison one of our best soldiers?”

Wencor laughed at the man’s inquiry and said, “She was getting too powerful, and we could not let someone like her get too much power. Who know who a twi’lek like her is working for. Surely it isn’t the Empire.”

No one believed that Catlula was working for a foreign organization, but they were afraid of what would happen if they questioned their commander’s words.

Wencor continued, “Any further questions?”

Cantsol replied, “No, sir.”

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The stormtroopers carried the twi’lek away as she pleaded for her release.

“Let go of me, I don’t deserve this.” she said, with tears flowing down her face, but the soldiers continued marching her forward.

Eventually, they reached the prison. Catlula’s eyes widened as she saw the amount of men in one cell, the cell she would reside in.

The twi’lek thought, “There have to be at least 100 people in that cell. How did we fit them all there.”

Suddenly, one of the stormtroopers ripped her uniform dress off, revealing her tight metal bikini and panties. Then, they grabbed her headwear and threw it to the floor, the loss of which felt like losing her place as an Imperial Her identity had been stripped from her.

The sight of the beautiful half-naked twi’lek caught the attention of many of the men in the cell, many of whom had not seen a woman in years. They stared at her caged boobs as Catlula held a bitter expression on her face. Then, her eyes widened as one of the stormtroopers unclipped her bra.

The twi’lek’s large tits bounced the bra off her body, and the prisoners cheered as they heard the metal “clank” as it hit the floor. Then, the stormtrooper grabbed the back of her panties and ripped it off her body. The prisoners cheered again as they saw the twi’lek’s cleanly shaved pussy out in the open. Catlula blushed with humiliation, knowing what kind of torture was in store for her. She could see the bulges in their pants and knew who they were meant for.

One of the stormtroopers opened the cell door. Catlula could hear every creaking sound from the rusted iron as she began to lose hope.
Then, the soldiers threw the twi’lek into the cell and said, “Do as you wish with her short of killing.”

Then, the armored men left. Many of the prisoners knew who Catlula was and wanted to get revenge on the Empire through her.

One of the men picked the twi’lek up from the floor, pulled his pants down and sodomized her as his hands covered her tits. Then, another man pulled his pants down and stuck his rod into the girl’s vagina. More prisoners grabbed her lekku with enough force that she thought they would rip them off, and more took every opportunity to feel her smooth blue skin.

Catlula’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt the pain of being sodomized and uncontrollably moaned as she felt to forced pleasure of the vaginal penetration run through her veins. After a while, she felt numb as the men thrust their junk inside her. Then, the men exploded their load inside the twi’lek and threw her to the floor, cum dripping out of her pussy and ass.

Then, another prisoner put the girl’s face in front of his dick and forced the member in her mouth as she kneeled. Another came up behind her and sodomized her with a rusty steel bar. The twi’lek teared up as she felt the object violated her body, many of the tears landing on the man’s erect penis. Many other men in the cell took the opportunity to stick their hands in her clit, grab her tits, and pull her lekku.

Eventually, the man unloaded in the twi’lek’s mouth with the whiteness of the cum covering the inside of her mouth. Then, the other man pulled the rusty pole from her ass and beat her to the ground with it. Another man approached the girl and started urinating on her as the other man beat her. He made sure to aim for the head, so the twi’lek closed her eyes as the disgusting liquid hit her face.

Once the man had finished, he said, “This is what you get Imperial scum.”

Catlula looked up at the man with a weak and pitiful expression but did not say a word. Then, a prisoner a grabbed the girl and forced her naked body against the cold steel bars of the cell. He forced his dick in her already violated pussy and harshly thrust inside her. The man kissed her on the lips as he pushed his victim against the cold steel of the bars. Once he had unloaded, he threw the girl back to the ground.

In this small moment of clarity, the twi’lek looked up at the clock and saw that only 20 minutes had passed.

The twi’lek thought, “This is going to suck.” as another few prisoners grabbed her and had their way with her.

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Colonel Cantsol felt pity for the twi’lek who he saw get damned to torture in the prison. He could not live with himself if he didn’t help the girl, so the officer walked into General Wencor’s office to see him drinking. When Cantsol saw this scene, he felt disgusted by the man’s indulgence in vices and neglect of his responsibilities.

The general saw the colonel enter his room and said, “I have only started my drinking session, so I can still talk to you. What is it, colonel?”

Cantsol takes a seat across from Wencor and said, “I believe that you made a mistake in sending Catlula to the prisons. She is one of our most important assets.”
Wencor laughed at the suggestion, slamming his bottle against his desk and saying, “That tail-head? She was extremely disposable. Besides, she criticized my leadership and preparation for the battle. She may be beautiful, but she was not worth keeping.”
Cantsol suggested, “Can’t you give her a second chance in battle? She is a really skilled woman.”

Wencor continued laughing and said, “If she is as skilled as you say, let’s send her to take out a Hutt terrorist base with nothing but a sniper rifle and no clothes but a bra and loincloth. Then, we can see if you are right about her.”

Cantsol knew he would not get anything more out of this meeting and said, “Fine, I’ll take that deal.”

Wencor’s expression suddenly became serious, and he said, “Really? I was just going to sell her to the Hutts anyways. Just keep her down there for four more days, and then, I will send her to Bispofa.”

Cantsol said, “Good.” satisfied by what he negotiated and left the office, closing the door behind him.

Wencor said to himself after he took another gulp of his drink, “I can’t wait to see that bitch after what those savages do with her.”

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Four days later, Catlula was still getting boned by one of the prisoners. The wetness of cum, sweat, urine, and some blood covered her smooth blue skin. Bruises brought a purple color to her skin, and each one of them held a memory of pain. The twi’lek’s tired green eyes pleaded for death as her will to speak had left long ago. Everyone in the cell had had their way with her at least once, some had her as many as ten times. Hunger filled her mind and hurt her stomach. The men’s fluids had been the only liquid she had consumed in the cell. Every night she had someone on top of her and inside her, never having a moment of peace. The twi’lek felt weak and hopeless, not seeing a way out of this torture.

Suddenly, Catlula saw Wencor and two stormtroopers approach the bars of the cell. The general smiled when he saw the twi’lek getting shagged by the prisoner, as he thrust himself in and out of the twi’lek’s genitals. Catlula looked at her commander with a weak and tired expression. She looked like a living corpse.

Wencor ordered to he soldiers, “Get the tail-head out of that cell and bring her to me.”
The stormtroopers nodded and proceeded to open the cage door. One of the soldiers threw the prisoner off Catlula and pulled the twi’lek up from the floor. Then, they walked her weak self back to the general. She could not support her body on her legs, so the troops had to hold her up and support her by her armpits.

Wencor observed the twi’lek and saw that she was covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. Catlula’s vagina and ass dripped with cum from very recent assaults, and her head hung in exhaustion. The general held the girl’s chin up and forced her mouth open to see cum in there as well.

Wencor told his troops, “She does not look good in this condition, and she reeks of an awful odor. Put her in a bacta tank for an hour.”

The stormtroopers nodded and carried the twi’lek away to the medical bay. When General Wencor entered the bay a few minutes later, he saw the naked twi’lek sedated under the thick bacta liquid with a breathing device in her mouth. Her breasts floated in the liquid, and her clit was exposed for all to see. The general sat and watch the twi’lek for the rest of the hour until she had healed.

Eventually, the medics took Catlula out of the tank and removed the breathing device waking her up. She was still exhausted, but her body had healed.

After the twi’lek reached the ground, Wencor said, “Dress her in her bra and a loincloth, then give her her gun, and send her on a shuttle to Bispofa.”

The medics said, “Yes, sir.”, and one of them left the bay to grab the clothing.

When the medic returned, he held the bra she had wore before she was stripped, loincloth from a captured twi’lek slave, and her sniper rifle. After the man gave Catlula the clothing, she looked at Wencor, who stood with his arms crossed, and put the slutty clothes on. The loincloth fit well, but she hated how it covered little of her body. Then, she grabbed the rifle. The twi’lek felt the urge to shoot the general, but she decided against it, choosing to live.

Then, the medics escorted Catlula to the shuttle. Her legs were no longer as sore, but she was tired enough that she had to walk slowly through the halls.

When the Imperials reached the hangar, they threw the twi’lek into the ship and closed the door. After a few minutes, the shuttle launched off into the sky, taking Catlula with it.

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Catlula felt the g-force of the ship as it launched from the Imperial hangar. The shuttle shook as it flew, and the twi’lek hung onto one of the seats as her lekku flowed backward into the open air. The confusing events of the day passed through her mind through the flight as she arrived at her destination. She thought about how Wencor rushed her through preparing for a battle after he had her mass raped. After a few minutes, the transport landed on the rocky planet of Bispofa, and the ramp door opened.

Once the shuttle stopped moving, Catlula secured her bearing and assessed the situation she found herself in. The twi’lek looked down at her body and saw that she was dressed in nothing more than the strapless metal bra that she usually wore under her uniform and a silk loincloth used to mock her origin as a slave. The officer scoffed at her dress and resented Wencor for making her wear it.

Catlula picked her sniper rifle up from the floor and walked to the front of the shuttle, asking the pilot, “Do you have a radio for me to contact the base on Nanth’ri when the mission is complete?”

The pilot threw the twi’lek a small transmitter and said, “You can use this one, but I doubt you will need it in the afterlife, darling.”

The twi’lek rolled her eyes and walked down the ramp, clipping the radio to her metal bra. Once the twi’lek’s bare feet touched the dusty, rocky ground of Bispofa, the ramp door quickly closed behind her, and the Imperial transport left with haste.

Catlula watched as her ship left the planet’s atmosphere before she focused her attention on the terrorist base. As she did, the twi’lek saw a complex of buildings with a large wall surrounding it. She also observed a large shield generator, which would not be much of a problem for her as it only defended against blaster fire. There were no troops outside of the walls, but she knew that inside was flooded with them. There were also some soldiers patrolling the top of the walls. Catlula looked for weaknesses in the base and saw a large entrance at the front with a steel door.

The twi’lek deeply breathed in and out as she ran to a large rock to snipe those patrolling the external defenses. Then, she hid her body behind the structure and aimed her crosshairs on one of the terrorists, knocking him out. When his fellow soldier saw the man die in front of them, it shocked the troops, and as more kept falling to the unknown shooter, they started panicking. She kept shooting these troops, one by one, until she could not see anyone shooting at her anymore.

Suddenly out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a supply truck heading toward the base. There was an active mine on this planet that worked with this terrorist cell and constantly sent materials to their base. Catlula saw this vehicle as her chance to infiltrate the building.

The twi’lek dashed toward the metal door as it opened. Once it had revealed enough of the base, Catlula saw six terrorists prepared to take the supplies in from the truck. The men were not prepared to deal with an armed individual, so Catlula quickly shot all of them as she ran through the entrance. Then, she shot the driver of the truck through the wind shield, killing him instantly.

Once she entered the interior she hid herself behind an old supply crate, she breathed heavily with anxiety as she scouted out the base. The twi’lek saw a few buildings within these walls. One of the buildings had a sign that said “Barracks”, and another said “Command Center”. Though, one caught her eye, “Armory.”. Catlula knew that she needed more equipment to destroy this base, so she rushed to the building as no one was in the region to focus on her. The door had a metal door on it like the base did, but the twi’lek shot the registration panel to open the door. She ran into the room and used the lack of weight on her body to stealthily hide behind a box of weapons and shoot anyone she saw in the building. Anytime someone spotted her, they shot at her and gave away their position, dying for their mistake.

Once Catlula saw that the coast was clear, she left her cover and walked around the warehouse of terrorist weaponry. Some of what the twi’lek saw surprised her, like a piece of mandalorian armor, some of the highest end blasters in the galaxy, and thermal grenades everywhere.

The twi’lek thought as she investigated the building, “It is unfortunate that these incredible devices are in the hands of such barbarians.”

Suddenly, she saw two things that impressed her, a rocket attachment she could put on her blaster rifle and a grenade belt full of the thermal detonators. Once Catlula laid her eyes on the equipment, her eyes widened, as she knew that these would be the tools she would use to destroy this base.

The twi’lek put the rocket attachment on her rifle and the grenade belt on her almost bare hips over her loincloth. Then, she walked out of the base.

Catlula looked toward the opening of the base walls, where a few terrorists were investigating the strange deaths at the supply pickup. The twi’lek quickly focused on the troops and launched a rocket at them, blowing them up into pieces. Then, the half-naked girl focused on the building labeled as the “Command Center” and did not wait a second before she blasted the door off the building.

Catlula ran into the building with her blaster ready to shoot anyone in her way. She saw a room full of officers discussing the recent breach into the base before she threw a thermal detonator into the room and killed everyone in the room, leaving masses of flesh, stains of blood, and blast marks throughout the room. Catlula continued walking through the halls of the base and walked up the stairs to reach the 4th and top level. Eventually, she entered the top level and walked through the hall, throwing a grenade into each office she saw someone in until she saw a door that said, “Base Commander”. The twi’lek threw a grenade into this room as well, but after the blast, she opened the door and saw the commander’s dead corpse lying back in his chair. Blast marks charred the walls and table, and blood stained the man’s chair and the walls behind him as the skin on his face had been blown off. He wore a professional uniform, which was now covered in blood and torn up.

Catlula smirked at the bloody corpse of the terrorist commander as she said, “Goodbye, commander. I have some more business to take care off.”, closing the door to the destroyed office.

The twi’lek walked down the stairs to the 3rd level, walking from office to office shooting those inside. The mass murder excited the twi’lek who still held bitterness in her heart from her previous assaults. She walked from victim to victim, the screams sounded like music to the woman’s ear as she felt like she was getting back at a greater power that had harmed her in the past. Once everyone on the 3rd floor had died, she walked down to the 2nd floor and did the same on that level.

Catlula felt invincible. She felt the judge jury and executioner of these rotten terrorists who aligned themselves with pure evil. She felt more powerful than the force.

Once the last officer had died, Catlula walked down the stairs again toward the building’s exit. As she walked through the first floor again, she saw the room full of dead officers and smiled at what she had done. Then, she walkout out of the building.

She entered the barracks, blowing off the doors of the terrorist residence, and shot her rockets into the building killing everyone inside. She looked around and saw that blood had stained every corner of this room. The blankets, walls, and blood had a red and hue with some black marking from the blasts. Catlula smiled as she saw her mission completed and unclipped the grenade belt from her body, throwing it to the floor. Then, she took the rocket shooter off her rifle, so her commanders would not delegitimize her victory.

Catlula walked out of the desolate base as she contacted her base through the radio on her strapless metal bra.

Once they received the transmission, the twi’lek heard General Wencor respond, “Who is it that is contacting us?”

The young officer proudly replied with a smile as she walked, “It is Catlula. I destroyed the rebel base you asked me to attack.”

The news surprised the general as he said, “Yes, ma’am. We will be sending a shuttle to your location tomorrow.”

The statement turned the twi’lek’s joy into fury, “Tomorrow!? What am I supposed to do until them.”

Wencor nervously replied, “Just wait. We are having technical difficulties.”

Catlula groaned as she said, “Fine.”.

Then, Wencor hung up on the half-naked twi’lek.

Catlula walked to the rock formation she shot the troops on the wall from. Then, she sat against it with her mostly naked ass landing on the dusty floor, and her back leaning against the rocky structure. The sun beat down on her beautiful blue body as the light reflected off of her sweat.

As minuted turned into hours, the young officer grew thirsty. She did not expect her commander to abandon her on this mostly desolate planet. Though, the twi’lek tried her best to ignore her fatigue, and she kept telling herself that they would be here eventually.

Two hours after the destruction of the base, Catlula still sat against the dusty rock formation with sweat covering her half-naked body when she saw a shadow turn the corner of the rock. The twi’lek initially thought that the shadow originated from a group of Imperials, but when she turned her head, she quickly became fearful.

The shadow came from a group of casually dressed smugglers lead by a man with long straight hair wearing a torn robe.

One of the smugglers grabbed the girl’s gun, and the robed man asked, “Who are you, twi’lek?”

Catlula gulped in fear and said, “I am just a simple slave girl who escaped from my master and ended up here.”

The robed man laughed at the girl’s answer, grabbed her arm, and lifted her up from the floor, saying, “I have seen many slave girls in my time, and I have never seen one quite as fit as you. Most of the time, they are malnourished, but you seem to have the means to take care of yourself. Now, what are you doing with that high-end blaster?”
Catlula responded as the man pulled her closer to him, “Why does it matter what I am doing with it?”

The long-haired man replied, “Well, I see that there is a destroyed base here. I wanted to know if you knew anything about it.”

Catlula sighed, but before she could say anything, the smuggler holding her blaster said, “This blaster rifle has an Imperial ID that matches that of a young twi’lek soldier named Catlula.”

The robed man turned to the girl he restrained in his arms and asked, “Are you Catlula?”
The twi’lek gulped before she replied, “Yes, sir.”

The long-haired man laughed as he said, “Then, she is the most beautiful Imperial I have ever seem. Take this sniper into our ship. She will be a useful addition to our base.”

The other smugglers replied, “Yes, sir.”, put restraints on the twi’lek’s wrists, and carried her off to their ship with the robed man following behind.

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When the men brought Catlula to their ship, robed man open the door, and they entered. After the smugglers brought the twi’lek up the ramp, she looked around the interior of the shuttle and saw rust and garbage everywhere. The ship looked broken, but the working engines proved that it was not. Papers and food were scattered everywhere, as if the inhabitants did not care for cleanliness. Blasters and grenades hung on the ship’s walls as open bags of ammunition scattered the floor. Catlula could tell these men cared about nothing more than fighting. The disgusting, rancid smell of rotting food and sweat made Catlula wince as she had never dealt with conditions like this in years.

When one of the men noticed the girl’s expression, he mocked her, “It seems like the Imperial sniper can’t deal with a simple odor. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

Catlula scoffed at this comment, but everyone else laughed at the mockery. Though, the twi’lek did not try to argue as she feared the consequences of making her thoughts known.

The robed man walked to the front of the vessel and sat in the pilot’s seat, and the men threw Catlula into the storage area of the ship, with her restraints on. Then, they closed the door, cutting off all the light to the room.

The twi’lek quickly stood up from the disgusting, greasy floor, but her hands were still bound behind her back. She felt an unidentifiable slime all over her body and shuddered at the thought of what substance could be on her body. Suddenly, the ship launched off the rocky ground of Bispofa, and the g-force knocked Catlula over back onto the disgusting floor.
She slid across the greasy floor toward the rear. Eventually, she hit the back of the ship with a thud and felt the forces push her against the metal walls. The thud shocked the twi’lek as she could not feel anything. She hit the barrier with the back of her head, so the impact caused an awful concussion. It hurt to open her eyes and ruined her sense of direction. When she returned to some level of cognitive function, she felt pain all over her body and feared what she would see when the light came back.

After over 20 minutes of flight, the ship landed, and the forces stopped pushing Catlula. Then, the men opened the luggage compartment of the ship, and Catlula’s body became visible. Her silk loincloth had been stained with a tan colored substance and ripped from friction with the floor. Scrapes covered her arms and legs, and she looked disoriented after her impact with the wall. A tan colored liquid also covered the twi’lek’s blue skin.

The robed man looked at the girl and said to his men, “Grab her out of there and stand her up in front of me.”

The smugglers rolled Catlula out of the back of the ship, and she harshly landed on the concrete beneath her. Then, they picked her up from the floor and stood her up in front of the robed man. Catlula stood with a tired posture in front of the leader dreading what would happen to her.

The robed man smiled as he looked at the abused beauty and ripped her bra and loincloth off her body, leaving her naked. Her large breasts bounced out of the bra as her nipples pointed at the man. He cleanly shaved pussy and bare butt laid open for anyone to see or access. Though, Catlula barely cared for her nudity as it became uniform for her. She just look forward with tired eyes.

The man cupped the girl’s large breasts with his hand and said, “You really do have a beautiful figure.”

Then, he forced two of his fingers into Catlula’s vagina and held her body to himself. The twi’lek’s eyes opened wide as she felt the man violate her body. As he reached deeper, she moaned at the forced pleasure, which caused the other men to laugh.

Then, the man pulled his fingers out and said to his men, “Follow me and bring her inside.”

Catlula teared up at the humiliation, but she had no choice but to follow the men into the base. The building was an abandoned house with a hangar attached to it. The landscape displayed a flat desert planet with a few other buildings around the complex. Once the men brought Catlula inside, she saw more men scattered around the small base. Most of them seemed to be drinking and stumbling around in their degeneracy. Then, they escorted her to the corner of the room, where she saw a naked purple twi’lek, the same twi’lek she met at the terrorist base and the Imperial base. Catlula recognized her, but she did not recognize Catlula.

The robed man said, “We have a new toy now, so we don’t need this whore anymore. Cut her up.”

The men nodded, and the woman panicked about the punishment. Though before the twi’lek could do anything, the smugglers held the twi’lek on her back by her arms and legs. Then, one of the men grabbed a long, sharp sword. The purple twi’lek screamed in terror as she saw the weapon. Her screams worried Catlula as she looked at the poor woman lying on the floor in front of her.

Suddenly, the man holding the sword slashed her hands off, which activated a blood-curdling scream as blood flushed out of her severed wrists. Then, he severed her arms at the elbows and shoulders and her legs at the ankles, knees, and hip as blood flowed out of the cuts. Finally, the man decapitated the screaming woman, shutting her up.

Catlula looked at the bloody pool of body parts in shock, mentally freaking out about what would happen to her. The man used his blade to cut the dead girl’s breasts and reproductive out, throwing the bloody body parts around the base. Then, he cut out more of her organs and threw them around. Catlula remembered her conversations with the girl and stood in silent mourning for her.

As the smugglers partied in the death of an innocent woman, the robed man said to the men holding Catlula, “Follow me and bring the girl with you. I have something special in plan for her.”

The men and Catlula walked toward a door and entered a small room. The twi’lek saw a chain attached to a restraint hanging from the ceiling and a low to the ground chain stretching from wall to wall with two restraints in it. The men brought Catlula to the set of chains and removed the restraints from her hands. Then, they positioned her hands above her head, clipping her into the overhead restraint and her legs into the lower hanging restraints. Catlula could not move as she hung in place. She was forced to sit in an uncomfortable bent over position as she stayed in that hell. Suddenly, the robed man flipped a switch, and a pipe came out of the wall behind Catlula and entered deep her ass, rapidly thrusting and pushing her body back and forth. Her large breasts bounced back and forth as he eyes rolled to the back of her head in pain. Then, a fleshy, tentacle-like object came out of the floor below the twi’lek and entered very deep into her pussy and wiggled around in her womb. Catlula uncontrollably moaned as the object went through her pleasure spot and continued to moan as it moved around and thrusted deep inside her. Afterward, another fleshy, tentacle-like object came out of the ceiling and entered her mouth and went deep into her throat, forcing her to gag and thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her body went forward and backwards as two fleshy tentacles infiltrated her mouth and pussy. The second the torture started, Catlula wanted it to stop.

The robed man held the twi’lek’s chin and said, “Since you are wrapped up here, I can tell you who I am. I’m a Jedi Knight Kurtnic. I served in the Republic and learned in the ways of the Jedi order. Though one day, I saw how much more there was in the galaxy than the strict order I was part of, so I left the order, stole a transport, and became a smuggler. I created a band on smugglers in the outer rim after impressing people with my use of the force and took this abandoned house here and made it my base. When the Empire rose, they were a threat to my smuggling ways, so I vowed to bring them down. You were a good catch for me, but I will never be satisfied until that oppressive government is destroyed. You deserve everything you will get here.”

Kurtnic walked away from the girl and used the force to press a button, which caused a viscous green liquid to come out of the pipe and the tentacle in her vagina, which was an aphrodisiac. The liquid also intermittently blasted into her mouth, forcing her to swallow the gooey liquid. Then, the liquid dripped out of her pussy and ass onto the the objects that penetrated them. Catlula mindlessly let out muffled moans as tears rolled down her cheeks.
The former Jedi smiled at what he had done to Catlula and turned the lights off as he left the twi’lek alone in her torture.

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Eventually, Catlula’s mind returned to some level of function once she got used to her constant orgasms. She still felt the objects penetrating her mouth, genitals, and ass, but the feelings no longer suffocated her mind.

Catlula thought, “How is one of these Jedi still alive? I thought the inquisitor killed all of them. Will the Empire remember me, or do they think I am dead? Am I even worthy of being an Imperial anymore? I lost control of my body. I allowed myself to get raped, but I am stuck in eternal violation. Also, I have this stinging feeling that I want more of it, that it is pleasurable. I try to hold in my moans, but I can’t stop them from coming out. This liquid must be causing me to feel this way, but I can do nothing to stop it. I hate it, but I also love it. I feel like I am being nothing more than a disgusting whore.”

Then, she let out a loud moan, unable to hold back the pleasure she felt. The aphrodisiac liquid squirted out of her pussy and ass through the small crevices between the infiltrating objects and her skin. Catlula felt the fluid flood her womb, mouth, and rectum and worried that it would eventually be fatal for her. She felt the liquid weigh her reproductive organs down.

Suddenly, the door opened, and she could see light for the first time in what felt like forever. Then, she saw Kurtnic walk in with a rope with two loops.

The former Jedi said, holding up the rope, “I have this new accessory for you.”

Catlula looked at the rope, nervous about what it could be, but that fear was quickly overcome by her sudden desire for the man. The only thing that stopped her from begging for him to fuck her was the tentacle in her throat.

Kurtnic focused on the twi’lek’s voluptuous tits, with their nipples hanging down, and walked up to the girl. He kneeled, putting the loops around her breasts and tying them tight. Catlula’s boobs gained a purple hue, and the Imperial sniper felt uncomfortable with the tightness and the lack of blood circulation. Her breasts now looked like large balloons attached to her chest, and the centers of mass were closer to her nipples. Tears rolled down Catlula’s face as he put the rope around her tits, but her mind still flooded with lust and desire.

Once Kurtnic finished the bondage, he said, “That’s not coming off.” Then, he stood back up and cupped his hand on one of her bound breasts, saying, “Also, don’t worry about the liquid. If it fills you, it has enough nutrients to satisfy your digestive system and will stimulate your heart and lungs when it reaches your upper body. You will feel uncomfortable and malnourished, but you will not die as long as you are here,” Next, he pulled a syringe out of his pocket and said, “And I am sure you will find your situation worse when you come back.”

The smuggler stabbed the syringe into her shoulder and pushed the contents into her veins. Catlula quickly felt lightheaded as the chemicals flowed throughout her body until they knocked her out, and everything went black. Kurtnic saw the girl’s head drop as she went unconscious and smiled. Then, he left the room and closed the door behind him, leaving the girl’s body in complete darkness.

When Catlula opened her eyes, she looked around and saw a flat white landscape with an empty light-blue sky. Then, she looked down and saw her uniform provide her safety. She no longer felt the pain and desire of the rape machine or the tightness of the bondage rope. She finally felt like herself again.

Suddenly, she saw a dark silhouette of a man with white angelic wings. The figure shot dark bolts at her, but the twi’lek quickly avoided them and found a rifle on the floor. Catlula hastily grabbed the blaster and shot the flying silhouette, killing it and knocking it to the ground. Once she heard the thud, she felt a similar pair of wings grow on her body that quickly sent her into flight.

The twi’lek kept the rifle in her hands as the wings carried her. As she flew further into the sky, she saw what seemed to be a black speck above her. As she got higher, she saw that it was a platform. Catlula felt determined to reach that platform and see what was up there.

When the girl reached the top and landed on the platform, she saw all the gold and riches she could ever wish for. She walked around and bathed in the glorious landscape around her. The riches also had a rich, pleasant aroma that she grew fond of. She laid down on a pile of gold coins and let the wealth cover her body as she sunk in.

Catlula thought, “I could be here forever. I never want this to end. I have never felt better than I feel right now. This is everything I could have ever wanted.”

As the twi’lek continued to bask in the glory around her, she felt the wealth fade away, and an ugly odor slowly replaced the pleasant aroma. Catlula quickly stood up from her position and flew off again with her angelic wings.

Eventually, she found refuge in a barren brown platform with some wealth and glory but not nearly as much as the former platform did. Catlula was not happy with the downgrade, but she sighed in relief that she was safe.

Suddenly, she saw a black color cover the landscape around her and felt the odor penetrate her nostrils again. Before Catlula could think about flying off, the darkness reached her feet and moved up her legs. Catlula screamed as the hue covered her body. Then, everything went black.

When Catlula woke up again, she saw that she was naked in an ominous orange room. Blood seemed to stain the walls, causing the twi’lek to shake in fear. She also saw a mirror next to her, so she could see her pathetic, naked self. Then, she looked forward and saw disgusting versions of many people from her past. She saw General Ackerson wearing his officer uniform. His skin had a rotting green hue to it as some flaked off, showing some of his skull and bones. Then, she saw Felucia with a bra and panties on. Her skin had its peach color and flowing blonde hair, but her eyes were a bloodshot red, and a quarter of her face was missing, revealing some of her skull. Finally, she saw the purple twi’lek slave girl. She wore no clothes and had her curvaceous purple body exposed. She had large gashes on her wrists, elbows, shoulders, ankles, knees, hips, and neck.

The three souls rapidly rushed at Catlula as she looked at the mirror beside her, afraid of what was coming for her. Then, the three fatalities jumped on the blue-skinned girl, and she quickly decayed as they touched her. She saw her skin fade and revealed her muscles as her skinless breasts rolled off her chest onto the ground. Next, her head fell off her neck, and she saw her face decay in the mirror, leaving only her skull behind. Finally, everything went black.

When Catlula woke up, she was surrounded by darkness again as she felt tentacles penetrate her mouth and vagina again with a pipe in her ass. The twi’lek felt the fluid flood more of her intestines and bladder as some of the viscous green liquid leaked out of her and onto the tentacles, pipe, or floor. Pleasure controlled her mind again to the point that she could not think clearly. Her thoughts shifted from a desire for the pipe and tentacles to go deeper and thrust harder to a desire for this torture to end. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she moaned.

She no longer felt like a soldier. She felt felt like a whore.

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Colonel Cantsol sat in his office when a thought crossed his mind. He had heard from General Wencor that Catlula had died during her solo mission, but he could not provide further details. He believed that there was more to the story but still thought that she was dead.

Suddenly, he thought, “Wait, why don’t we have any plans to attack that rebel base anymore?”

He looked at the status of the rebel base on Bispofa, and it said, “neutralized.”

The Imperial officer found this weird and thought, “Did Catlula succeed in her mission? Then, why didn’t we bring her back?”

He checked Catlula’s tracking chip, which is inside every Imperial’s skull, and saw that she was alive. Then, he looked at the tracker’s location and saw she was on the planet of Trieth. The planet was an underpopulated, rocky planet on the outer rim. He assumed that an outside group, like the Hutts or some smugglers, had captured Catlula and brought her there.

Colonel Cantsol stood up from his desk and left his office to meet with General Wencor. He hastily rushed through the hallway until he reached the door of his commander’s office.

Then, he knocked on it and waited for a reply until he heard Wencor say, “Come in.”

The Imperial opened the door and entered, seeing his commander working at his desk.

He sat across from the general and said, “I saw that Catlula was still alive.”

The general smirked, thinking about his time with the twi’lek, “You had to be curious about it, didn’t you?”

The colonel said, “We had a deal we would bring her back if she won the battle. You said you would give her a second chance.”

Wencor replied, “Why does it matter if I go against a promise I made to subordinate? I am the commander, and you cannot tell me what to do.”

Cantsol responded, “She destroyed an entire rebel base, and you just want to forget about her?”

Wencor answered, “She is not important enough to risk having.”

The colonel asked, “Why? Why is she not worth having?”

Wencor sat in silence, thinking about how to respond. He did not want to tell him about his affair with the twi’lek or how he punished her for mere criticism. The general also did not wish to inform him of how Catlula’s skill made him insecure about his position.

Although Wencor did not say anything, Cantsol could see through his facade. He knew of the affair and how he treated Catlula from rumors. The colonel also saw fear in his eyes.

Colonel Cantsol asked, “Is there anything you are hiding?”

General Wencor looked at the officer in shock and said, “No, colonel. I will authorize you to send an attack force to her location in four months.

The time frame confused Cantsol, so he asked, “Why do you want me to wait that long?”

Wencor firmly replied, “It is either four months from now or never.”

The colonel realized Wencor would not fold anymore and said, “Fine, I will send my divisions to attack in four months.”

The general nodded and responded, “OK, you can leave.”

Cantsol replied, “Yes, sir.” and left the commander’s office.

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Catlula moaned as she felt the tentacles and pipe thrust into her vagina, butt, and mouth. The aphrodisiac fluid had filled her body from top to bottom and controlled her mind. She could not think independently without thinking about how much she wanted the objects to go deeper and quicker. The gooey, green liquid leaked and occasionally squirted out of the open areas left of her vagina, mouth, and ass. Since there was more room for the liquid to leak out of her mouth, the twi’lek mouth sat agape as the viscous liquid flushed onto the floor. The green liquid came out of her mouth like a waterfall of green drool that flowed down her bottom lip and chin. Catlula’s breast bondage rope hugged her tits, making them feel uncomfortable. The restraints removed any power she held over her body and trapped her mind in a prison of lust and her own body. Whenever Catlula’s mind broke through the torture, she felt like she had died and gone to hell. She lost track of how long the machine trapped her but knew it had to be months. The Imperial lost hope long ago and prepared herself to spend the rest of her life as a prisoner in her body.

Suddenly, Catlula heard the sound of blaster shots and screaming outside her cramped room. Between the twi’lek’s thoughts of lust, she felt hope that the Empire had not forgotten her. Then, she saw a light for the first time in what felt like forever as a stormtrooper opened the door.

The twi’lek's situation shocked the stormtrooper, so he closed the door again to report his finding to his superiors. After a few minutes, Catlula saw the door open again as Colonel Cantsol walked through.

The sight of the twi’lek also shocked the officer, but he turned the light on to the room to assess the situation. He observed many areas where the tentacles and pipe penetrated her as a green liquid flowed and dripped down. Cantsol saw the liquid flow of her mouth as her face showed no emotion. The girl stayed still as a corpse, but her muffled moaning made the officer aware of her life.

He also noticed the bondage rope on her breasts, so he approached the girl and pulled out his knife. The Imperial cut the boob rope off the twi’lek, and the tits expanded back to normal. The girl’s breasts felt sore after the extreme change of blood circulation in her boobs.
Then, Cantsol looked at the wall and saw another switch, so he flipped it off. The tentacles and pipe slowly retracted from her mouth, vagina, and butt as more of the green slime flowed out of her. Then once the foreign objects left her body, the fluid violently poured out of her clit. Her vagina looked like a wide open hole as the slime drained out of the twi’lek.
The release of the liquid felt relieving for the girl as she felt the desire leave her mind, but the sight horrified the colonel. He did not know about the liquid and pitied Catlula for what she had gone through.

When the last bit of fluid dripped out of the twi'lek's body, her vagina started to close as Catlula returned to absolute control over her body.

The naked twi’lek weakly looked at the commander with dry tears on her face, coughed, and quietly asked, “Can you get me out of these restraints, sir?”

Colonel Cantsol quickly replied, “Yes, ma’am.” and attended to the girl.

He cut the foot restraints, allowing Catlula’s feet to reach the floor. Then, he removed the hand restraints and caught her by the armpits before she hit the floor.

As the colonel held her up and allowed the twi’lek to use his body as support, Catlula said, “Thank you for saving me, sir.”

Cantsol replied, “No problem, captain. I want to talk to you when we return to the ship.”

The man’s statement intrigued the Imperial sniper, but she nodded in response. Then, Cantsol supported Catlula’s body as they walked out of the room. The side of the girl’s naked breast hugged the side of the man’s stomach, but neither of them cared because of the uniqueness of the situation.

Catlula looked around at the destroyed base and saw many of the smuggler’s guts splayed across the floor. Then, she saw Kurtnic’s head displayed on a spike.

Catlula smiled at the sight of her torturers' demise and weakly said to Cantsol, “Thank you for killing them.”

Colonel Cantsol replied, “You’re welcome. We could not let barbarians like them keep their lives.”

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Catlula walked with the support of Colonel Cantsol onto his ship. She rubbed her naked breasts with her open hand because of how uncomfortable they felt from the rope. The twi’lek looked back at the base as the high-ranking officer up the ship’s ramp and turned away with tears in her eyes. She draped her hand over the man’s shoulders. The green aphrodisiac still dripped from her destroyed pussy and ass onto the floor. Her left breast rubbed against Cantsol’s uniform as they walked. The twi’lek officer felt ashamed for her nudity as she feared that the colonel would forget about her merit as a person. She did not want to touch the man but knew she would get nowhere without him.

Catlula thought, “Will he treat me like everyone else does, as an attractive woman who wants to be a whore. When I rub my breasts, does he find it attractive? I sure hope he doesn’t. Will I have to keep my nudity in his eyesight? I can’t take this anymore. Why do I care so much?”

Once the two officers entered the shuttle, Cantsol sat the twi’lek down on one of the seats. After the man let go of her, she laid her head back in relief and exhaustion. Catlula took many deep breaths as her chest expanded and contracted. Sweat covered her blue body, which glistened off her body in the light of the shuttle.

The colonel saw the girl’s plump breasts and large buttocks as incredibly attractive but tried to look away to respect her dignity. Cantsol walked toward a cabinet next to the ship’s wall and grabbed clothes. Catlula looked at the man and saw him holding one of her metal bras, panties, Imperial headwear, boots, socks, and a dress-like Imperial uniform. The twi’lek’s face displayed a smile as she saw the man walking toward her with clothes.
Colonel Cantsol threw the clothes on the girl and said, “Get dressed, Captain.”
Catlula replied, “Thank you, sir.”

She put her legs through the holes of her panties and pulled them up her body until they covered her vagina and butt crack. Then, the twi’lek covered her breasts with her tight metal bra and clipped it behind her back. Her breasts could not breathe, her back felt like it would snap, and some of her cleavage could occasionally spill outside of her bra, but at least no one could see her bare tits anymore. Next, she put her uniform dress on and zipped it up by the front to cover most of her body. She put her lekku through the holes of her headdress and landed it on her head so the Imperial symbol could sit on her head. She put her belt around her stomach and put her socks and boots on her feet to look presentable. Catlula’s breasts jutted out of her uniform due to the belt, but not as much as they would have if she wore a bigger bra.

Cantsol sat beside the twi’lek and said, “You are a lovely woman, Catlula.”

Catlula looked at the colonel beside her and said, tired, “I’m not interested in humans. I am only interested in twi’leks.”

Cantsol looked at the girl, disappointed, and asked, “Why?”

The twi’lek answered in an exhausted tone, “When I have kids, I want them to be twi’leks like myself.”

Cantsol nodded and replied, “I guess that makes sense.”

Then, they sat in silence for a few minutes until Colonel Cantsol said, “You know General Wencor?”

Upon hearing the mention of her commander, she remembered the abuse at his hands and replied, “What about him?”

Cantsol replied, “I heard that you shared a room.”

Catlula responded with sorrow, “Yes, we do.”

The colonel asked, “How does he treat you?”

Catlula answered with her voice cracking, “Horribly.”

Cantsol pushed, “Be more specific.”

Catlula waited for a second, debating how to say what she would say.

Then, she said in an anxious tone, “He never allowed me to wear clothes when we were in the room together. Every night, he would violate my body in many awful and disgusting ways. He would touch and hurt every part of my body when he wanted to and forced me to call him master. He would also violently attack me in a drunken state and treat me like an object.”

The twi’lek teared up near the end of her confession, and Cantsol put his hand on her back.

The man said, “Don’t worry, we can remove him.” Then, the colonel pulled out a vial of arsenic and continued, “All we need to do is put this in his drink, and he will be gone.”

Catlula looked up at the vial of poison and replied, “Who will replace him?”

Cantsol answered, “I am second-in-command, but I do not want the burden of being the base commander.”

A flood of flashbacks hit the twi’lek as she thought about what the colonel said and replied, “I could take that position. As the adopted daughter of General Ackerson, I believe I could succeed in that position.”

The colonel nodded, looked at the girl, and responded, “If you want the opportunity, I will give it to you. I will give you the position at the succession meeting.”

Eventually, the shuttle landed in the base’s hangar, and Cantsol handed the vial to the twi’lek, saying, “Pour this in his drink when you get the opportunity to.”

Catlula grabbed the poison and put it in her pocket, saying, “Yes, sir.”

Then, the two officers left the ship and walked into the base. The twi’lek ventured toward the room she shared with Wencor. When she reached the door, she opened it and saw her naked commander with the light purple naked twi’lek she saw before her imprisonment.
General Wencor initially looked shocked, but when he saw Catlula’s face, lust filled his mind, and he said, “We were just about to have sex, but we have room for one more.”

The twi’lek asked, “What if I don’t want to join?”

Wencor replied with anger, “Get in here, or I will get my troops to send you to the prisons again.”

Catlula thought about how she got raped by the entire prison and sighed as she walked in. She removed her belt and unzipped her uniform dress as Wencor licked his lips. Then, she took her headdress off and unclipped her bra, letting her voluptuous breasts pop out. Finally, she removed her boots and socks as she rolled down her panties to get completely naked.
The General looked at Catlula’s body and remembered his time with it, and the girl lay down beside her commander.

The two twi’lek girls lay on each side of the general. Wencor smiled at his position as he hugged the two girls against his body with their breasts touching him. Catlula’s breasts were much larger than the other twi’lek’s tits, but the light-purple girl’s boobs still felt pleasurable against the man’s body. Then, the general focused on his subordinate and penetrated the twi’lek officer’s vagina. Then, he pushed in and forced her to moan in pleasure.

Wencor told the other girl, “Get behind me and cover my back.”

The light-purple twi’lek did as the man asked and hugged his back, putting her vagina against his butt.

The man felt like he was in heaven with the two girls, as Catlula felt like she was in hell. Wencor fondled the blue-skinned twi’lek’s large breasts with one hand as his other went behind him to finger the light-purple twi’lek. The girls moaned in pleasure as Wencor made the most of this moment.

Eventually, the general unloaded inside the blue twi’lek as the fluid mixed with the other liquids in her body.

Wencor stood up from the bed and grabbed his clothes, saying, “I’m going to the bar.”

Catlula knew this would be her chance to take power over the base. Once the general left, Catlula walked to her pile of clothes. The light-purple twi’lek looked ashamed of what Wencor did to her and that another woman saw her like that.

As Catlula dressed herself, she asked the girl in twi’leki, “Where are you from?”

The girl replied in the same language, “Ryloth.”

Catlula said again in twi’leki, “I’ll send you back there once I finish with the general.”

The girl smiled and replied in that language, “Thank you, ma’am.”

Catlula smiled and nodded as she finished putting her clothes back on. Then, she walked out of the room and to the bar.

Once the twi’lek reached the bar, she saw Wencor with a glass bottle of alcohol in his hand.

Catlula walked toward the man, and the general said, “I did not expect to see you here.”

The twi’lek asked, “Are you surprised to see me back here?”

Wencor responded, “I knew you would find your way back here after you contacted me.
Cantsol brought you back here, right?”

Catlula responded, “Yes, he did.”

Wencor set his drink on a table and stated, “Since you are here. Why don’t you kiss me.”

Catlula knew this would be her opportunity to end her oppression, so she said, “If you wish.”

Wencor hugged Catlula against his body and attached his lips to hers. Then, Catlula grabbed the vial from her pocket without the man noticing and poured it into his half-full drink.

When the two unattached themselves from each other, Wencor said, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I’ll meet you back in the room once I finish here.”

Catlula said, “Thank you, sir.” as she walked away from him.

The man thought of the twi’lek’s body as she took a drink from his bottle, but it tasted different this time. Then, he felt his body grow weak, and he vomited all over the floor. Finally, he collapsed to the floor and fell unconscious, dying of the poison in his body.

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At the succession meeting, the high-ranking officers of the base met to hear what Colonel Cantsol would say about the course of action after Wencor died.

Colonel Cantsol said, “I am here to appoint Captain Catlula as this base’s commander.”, handing Wencor’s general rank insignia to the twi’lek.

Catlula smiled as she received her rank, but some felt uneasy about the decision.

One of the officers said, “How could an 18-year-old girl lead us?”

Catlula replied, “Do you remember what I did at the last battle? I assumed that would prove my merit.”

The officers grumbled in unease but did not say anything else. Catlula looked around the room and knew she would have to work hard to convince them she was the right person for her post.

Then, the twi’lek said, “Return to your positions.”

The men nodded as they left the meeting room. Then, Catlula exited the room and walked into Wencor’s old officer, sitting at the desk. She sat for a few moments, reveling in the prestige of her office before getting to work.