Ashori Monoceros had not returned to New Alderaan as
a happy camper. It seemed like Yekaterina Hanson was
finally off of her back...but for how long? She
decided to *selflessly* volunteer herself for a
Delaya clean up crew and return back to the planet.
The Imperial garrison had been destroyed in its
entirety when Ash left. Now she returned, promptly
going to the site where she knew she'd find Papius
if he had indeed survived the assault from Major
Passik and all of her damn pilots.
The woman's face was covered by a black hood. She
had hung up her Rebel uniform to take an
unauthorized trip to the garrison. Those who she
traveled with trusted her. She had no need to cover
her rear like she had to around the likes of Xergo
and Hanson. Her boots carefully kicked over the
rubble covering the way to the bunker. She felt
angry. Damn the Rebels for causing all of this! What
if they had killed him? Seriously injured him? She
used a specific code to open up the doors leading
down into the bunker. With a final look behind her
shoulder, she crept in. For now, Ash was truly
*alone*. The distance between herself and the Rebels
was necessary. She was quickly growing bored of
being associated with them.
The Imperial garrison on Delaya was like an iceberg.
What was seen on the surface paled in comparison to
what existed below the surface. In the bunker almost
all of the Imperial personnel had survived the
attack unmaligned, along with AT-STs and TIE
Strikers. It was clear from this level of
organization and construction that the Empire
intended to stay on Delaya a long time. A *very*
long time. Governor Papius Arundel was reviewing
casualty figures and repair estimates in his
subterranean office, already planning the rebuilding
and expansion of the garrison. Because they were
attacked by Rebel starfighters he was also planning
to requisition naval support to protect the
spacelanes. If anything, the attack had caused the
Empire to entrench on Delaya rather than retreat. He
would not be dispatched that easily.
It was good to see that the Rebels hadn't done a
quarter of as much damage as they thought they did.
The boisterous celebrations on New Alderaan had
grated at Ash's nerves. She pushed her hood down as
she moved through the corridors beneath the
garrison. This was where she belonged. Her comrades
were beginning to realize that. She only wished she
could gather some new information for Papius. There
was nothing to report since the attack on Delaya...the
one she had failed to warn him about. The red haired
woman was eventually led to his makeshift office by
The irritation was present on her face as she walked
into the office and stood before him. "Governor,"
she said. She didn't launch into an explanation as
to why she didn't warn him. She took the
responsibility while feeling relieved that neither
of them had sustained injury in the battle. "I
apologize for not contacting you." The next time she
stabbed Kat, it would be through the heart.
As Papius tilted his head up at the interruption and
saw Ash a rash of anger fueled his body, causing him
to slam his fist down on the desk. "Why didn't you
tell me they were planning something?!" he asked
her, snarling, and practically foaming at the mouth.
He rose from his desk, and circled around it until
he was standing in front of her. He grabbed her by
the shoulders, shaking her violently, all the while
glaring into her eyes. "Whose side are you on
anyway?" he asked her, viciously, before releasing
her from his grasp. "I ought to have you thrown back
in a cell until the end of days," he informed her,
before moving back towards the desk.
She had known this was coming, yet she couldn't stop
her anger from boiling over. She stared at him with
her vividly green eyes, allowing him to shake her
and threaten her before she said a word. She stomped
towards his desk. "Did you forget that I'm posing as
a Rebel?! I have to keep them believing my act." Ash
stopped right in front of his desk. "You *know* what
side I'm on. In order to continue providing you with
information, I need Rebels off of my ass! One of
those damn Rebel women followed me around from the
moment I found out the plan until the moment I
returned after it was over. I *tried* to contact
you!" She said, pulling her comm from her pocket.
She slammed it down on his desk. In her call
history, he'd see the times she had tried to
initiate a call then had to cancel it immediately
all due to the Hanson woman. "If you're going to
start doubting my alliance to the Empire, then maybe
you should throw me in a cell! How can you trust my
information when you don't trust *me*?!"
"What is good is you posing as a Rebel if it doesn't
get me the intelligence needed to prevent a disaster
like this?" Papius shot back straight away, his face
flushed red with anger, and the veins in his temple
throbbing. "Tried? Tried?! Tried?!" he repeated,
until he brought his hand down so forcefully that it
smashed her comm. "If you don't succeed, there's no
credit for an effort," he continued, before turning
his back on her. He was breathing deeply, panting
like a beast of burden, as he attempted to steady
himself. "Alright. Alright. Alright," he said,
before moving to sit back down at his desk.
"Commander Xergo happily reunited with her family?"
he asked, as he moved back to reviewing his datapads.
He was determined to continue his assault against
her, wherever she was.
They were both feeding off of each other in the most
destructive of ways. Ashori had been frustrated by
the presence of Yekaterina Hanson. Failure was
something she hated, and it was the flame to her
gasoline at this very moment. Her body felt hot all
over. She was nearly breathing fire as he smashed
her comm, sending tiny pieces flying all over the
ground. She looked like she was ready to explode
when he began trying to deflate the situation.
Reluctantly, Ash sat down in one of the seats at the
front of his desk. She crossed a leg over another.
"I wouldn't say happily. Whatever you did to her
messed with her head. As of when I left this
morning, she was still on New Alderaan with the
bastard." Ash reported with a sigh. The color in her
cheeks started to fade back to normal. "Jelena
Rodney is attempting to become a leader within the
settlement. It's ... pathetic."
"Where is their daughter?" Papius asked, in the most
sinister way possible. His live feed from Callista's
nerf had been abruptly terminated, causing him to
wonder what her situation was. "Good. Good. Leave
her be. Let her have a little happiness. Let her
think it's over. Let her think she's safe. Then, and
only then, will we make our next move," he said, as
he looked towards her. The anger in him had stirred
a passion for him, and as he rose again, something
else had risen. He moved towards her with the
swiftness of a predator seeing her more a possession
than a person. Without giving her a second thought
he flung her cloak from her body before moving
towards more intimate articles. As he undressed her,
his hands moved aggressively over her body, pawing
at her and groping incessantly. His face lowered,
biting at her lips, before shoving his tongue into
her mouth, practically down her throat.
The young woman sensed that he knew something about
Commander Xergo's daughter that she didn't. "Not
back home yet. Where did the bastard hide her?" She
asked curiously. Had he schemed something new up
already? She was going to watch Xergo and wait for
the right moment to attack. It would come again, as
would the time for killing those with Rodney blood.
The way he approached her was like predatory animal.
It caused her blood pressure to rise once more. She
was not able to be on Delaya with him as much as
she'd like to...and so, she was going to make this
worth the wait. He quickly disposed of her clothing.
Each layer fell to the ground until her familiar,
pale body was exposed. His aggression served to
awaken her lust and bring it to the surface. She
groaned, her own needy hands reaching for his tunic.
She rapidly began undressing him from the waist up.
Her tongue attacked his ferociously. Her teeth
lightly nibbled on his tongue, releasing it only to
yank off his tunic and move right onto his trousers.
"I hate being there." Ashori growled, prying herself
away from his grasp. She fell to her knees in front
of him. His trousers, and anything underneath then,
came crashing downwards with her. She looked up at
him and gave him an innocent smile that was
incredibly contradictory to what she did next.
"If you hate it there you should use that as
motivation to succeed at your mission," Papius
suggested, but before he could say another word she
was on her knees in front of him.