Star Destroyer Judicator
The room was cooling ever so subtly as the soft skin of the woman’s arm slid across the silk sheets sending darts of pleasure up and down her body.
There was nothing like a working air circulators. Extremely well working air circulators.
A smile came to her lips as a moan of pleasure escaped, her legs moving slowly across the feathery bed.
If life could have been frozen in that moment forever, the woman would have gladly sacrificed everything to do so.
Her body (bare under the thin, silk sheets) turned over once more. Her arm suddenly falling over the rather lengthy feather pillow that lay by her side and, unconsciously, her grip tightened… her hand drawing into a tightly clenched fist and then releasing.
The temperature in the room and gone up a few degrees and a beads of perspiration suddenly began to form across her forehead. Her suddenly frowned and her legs under the silk sheets moved with slight agitation.
The warmer the room became, the more her blonde hair became wet with sweat, the more her agitation became.
She mumbled something softy still clutching the pillow.
“yes..”
The soft artificial lighting in the room flickered once…
then twice..
The air circulators went offline.
The woman gasped and aggressively turned over... her voice releasing..
“Achin..!”
And that was when she hit the floor with a “THUD” masked by the rather thin carpeting overlaying the durasteel.
The sudden weightlessness of falling made the woman scream out before she hit.
Scipio’s eyes took a while to adjust to the darkened conditions of her room and as she rose she rubbed her sore buttocks silently cursing the shipyard that built the damed ship she rode in.
Her hand went to a nearby communications terminal to contact Engineering and in the background she heard the computer’s voice.
“REVERSION COMPLETE!”
The Engineer’s face appeared in the terminal and his eyes expressed amusement as Scipio clutched the silk sheets around her body.
“Chief. I thought you said the problem was fixed?”
The man scratched the back of his head. “I thought it was.”
“How can I get well with my room’s environmental controls going all crazy.” Scipio would have raised a hand in empathic gesture if she wasn’t sure she’d expose more than she should.
“Hold on… I am sending someone over.”
“Thank you Chief.” And the screen went dark.
And then the silk sheet did fall. The slender woman walked over to a full length mirror and stared at herself for a minute, pinching portions of skin around her stomach.
“I’ve got to lose weight.” She murmured clearly unhappy with her figure.
Suddenly, the lights became brighter as the warship’s post hyperspace reversion protocols were going on throughout the decks.
It seemed to be a defect in the system that seemed to affect only her room. Or if it affected anyone else’s they had seen fit not to complain as much or as loudly as her.
Every reversion the lights would dim and the air circulators would cut off making the room’s temperature rise steadily.
Usually the post reversion duties did something where the lights would come back on but the air circulators would need to be reset from the computer control panel in the room.
“Damn fine time for the crew to see you like this, Scipio.” She muttered again as she looked at the dark circles around her eyes and her rather exhausted appearance. She had been coping with a rough fever for the past few days making her all but unbearable to be around until Achinta forced her to remain in her bed.
She poured some water into a glass, downed some medicinal pills and swallowed.
Feeling the matt her hair had become, she decided to slip into the shower. The room was becoming just too hot for her tastes. The water seemed much more cold than usual but when one had a fever, it typically did.
The door to her room slid open and a tech slipped in to adjust the air circulators so by the time she had stepped out into the room the cool air made the soft hairs on her body rise and goosebumps to form on her arms.
Whatever a goose was.
She had heard once that it was a small yet irritating predator of fish that resided on some obscure planet.
It was only after she had changed did her mind catch up and realize that she had walked out into the room without first checking if the tech had left.
Her mind smirked in as much mischief as her illness would allow as the “what if” scenario played out in her mind.
Her crimson and black uniform, colors of the clan she lay claim too, was a stark contrast to the dull gray corridors of the warship.
As a Caprician attaché to the Greater Commonwealth, she was a person of rather high rank though it sat uncomfortably on her shoulders at the moment.
Her expertise lay in intelligence gathering and espionage. Consular Affairs as the term was given by the leaders of her world. And now she was a Minister of State of sorts for the Commonwealth. Affairs that affected the fates of not one world but several.
The secondary command and communications center located in the heart of the ship was where she entered, passing two guards. Like the Command Bridge, it too was manned and monitoring the situation.
The Major in charge during her absence turned and handed her a datapad.
He whispered out of earshot of the rest of the crew, “Are you feeling well Commander?”
“It was getting hard to stay in bed.” she returned softly, smiling slightly to acknowledge his concern.
“What did I miss? We were supposed to halt some darkside aggressors weren’t we? Invading some planet? Why are there Jutraalian markings on those vessels?” She squinted to stare at the technical readouts coming over a nearby terminal.
“Ahh.. You were sick so was not at the briefing. It appears that the invaders were Jutraalian and they are attacking. From what we’ve been able to gather, the planet has been declared terrorists by Fearsons and now they are attacked. No evidence provided! No negotiations! Just attack and kill!”
Scipio shook her head. The reports on this Emperor Fearsons were contradictory indeed.
Wasn’t he a Shadow Jedi? Did he protect people?
Even now, removed from the last invasion of her homeworld, Scipio held a certain reverence for the Order of the Jedi. Even splintered as it was, the name “Jedi” held esteem, a place of honor, and a thought of security.
Except for the people of Aargua. No wonder the Jedi have such a hard time regaining their status.
She sighed and looked at a terminal showing the commands coming from Achinta Vega on the bridge. Their shields were raised.
“Warning shots fired. This could get ugly fast.”
The warning shots from the
Reliant were seen from their monitors. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, Scipio ordered the hanger bays cleared and their forcefields turned off. Vacuum took hold.
“Cut the umbilicals, Lieutenant. Let them adjust to the vacuum. Give the fighters a chance to move quickly if needed. Adjust gun ports in these areas,” She pointed to a schematic of their ship, “to give the fighters a protected exit vector along our underside axis. Relay recommendations to our… division.”
“And then?”
She looked back at the Jutraalian fleet.
“Then we wait..” she said, her hand going to her forehead.
Dammit! I am burning up!
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