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Diana was once again doing an erotic dance for Bolba. The other slave was gone, sent off to clean the platter and bowls after they had eaten. After a few moments, Bolba decided that since it was quiet and most likely nobody would be disturbing for a while, he would move into his private chamber. < Stop. > he ordered Diana. Diana obeyed, and noticed him reaching around for a button on the back of his mobile throne. She knew all too well what this meant.

Suddenly, the back wall opened up and the platform housing Bolba and his slave girls moved back into it, going into a smaller, but still large room, the wall closing back up after the platform stopped. < Continue. > he said, and Diana resumed her dancing. As she did, Bolba reached over to the other girl and started to fondle her. While she wasn't meant for only pleasure like Diana was, she was still used for it at times, just not as often since the more menial tasks still needed to be done, and Bolba never made Diana exert herself much, unless she would end up too tired to give him the pleasure he demands. Luckily for her he was smart enough to take that into account.

The other girl was a Twi'lek, and a blue one at that. She had on an identical metal bikini, though she wasn't quite as shapely as Diana, but attractive enough to Bolba for him to want her in all the same ways. The Hutt ordered her to take her clothes off. Diana could only watch while dancing, but she knew where it was going. Bolba would ask her to join in soon enough. The Twi'lek slave obeyed her master, and was soon in the same position Diana was earlier when Bolba made her get intimate with him. It's one thing to know you're being violated by a Hutt, but to actually witness it happening to someone else and see just what was happening to yourself not long ago... Diana did her best to prevent herself from expressing disgust.

Duke, now roaming about the grand hall since his boss doesn't need him for protection at the moment, walked over to the thugs working at the terminal. " How's it going, boys? " he asked. " One of our agents in the streets is holed up in a church, along with several other civillians. His last report was that the Imperial forces seem to be gunning down anything that doesn't surrender. Another agent reports a shop being blasted, but he quickly ran off before being discovered by an oncoming patrol, or so he claims. Might've been running from a wild animal approaching, we don't know. He hasn't reported back to give details on the shop. For all we know, he may have seen one of our own do some crazy kamikaze move with a thermal detonator. " one of the thugs said. " I dunno why we're bothering to keep tabs on some of them, to be honest, but keep up the work all the same. " " Yes, Sir. " the thug replied.

As usual, Diana was right with what was about to happen. Bolba made the Twi'lek move over. Diana undressed, knowing full well just from the Hutt's expression what he wanted. Once again, she gave herself to him. The difference this time, is that Bolba was in the mood for 2. This was one of the rarer moments of Diana's life, but suprisingly, more enjoyable than when she was alone. Bolba would sometimes have them ' perform ' with each other as he watched. As odd as Diana thought it was, she didn't mind it as much.

It was at least better than when Bolba would make them wrestle each other. When Bolba made them do that, the winner got a break, and didn't have to do anything, while the other was Bolba's pleasure for a while. Unfortunately, Diana always lost. The Twi'lek was stronger, and always pinned her down. Still, they held no grudge against each other. They both knew how it was for the other, and when they were left alone together, such as when Bolba went to sleep, they would talk quietly. Odd place to find a friend, but you take what you can get.

Reporting back to his tempoary command post, the Lieutenant sat down at the console next to his comm officer. "Done with the download yet?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Pull up the map."

The sargeant pulled a few keys. Moments later, a full holoproj map of the city appeared. Benton smiled. "Now, bring out the map of of New Karna."

The man nodded, and soon this map was replaced with the map of the much larger capital of Seya-Qu II. Today was getting better and better.

He had the holoproj maps downloaded into his group's comm system, then went ahead and contacted the Colonel's comm officer.

"This is Lieutenant Benton Ford, out of the Recon Unit at Port Loka. We've downloaded full holoproj maps New Karna and Port Loka that were kept in the restricted files at the Port Authority. I'm uploading them now for future reference."

Turning off his channel, Ford watched as the maps were instantly sent over to command for distribution.

Lieutenant Stryker popped his head out of the dorsal hatch of the Chariot, "Sir, we're getting a data upload from the recon company, apparently they managed to secure some accurate local maps for us, they're in holo to boot."

Colonel Akaga actually smiled, "Excellent, tie in the gold force tracker and start disseminating the maps down the chain of command." He dropped through the top hatch as his XO followed him inside. In the darkened room the holoprojector flared to life to produce the holographic map, now marked by gold and red icons indicating allied and hostile units and personnel.

Smiling Colonel Akaga noticed that the Spaceport appeared to be completely secure, and he pulled down an comm microphone from above and flicked it to the regimental command frequency, "Command to Support Elements, the nest is empty, come on down!"

Now the supporting elements of the regiment would land at the spaceport and deploy into the city, as well as settle into the now empty PDF barracks and facilities, if they were still standing. With that done Akaga nodded to Lieutenant Stryker, "Signal 4th Battalion, renew the advance into the city."

As Major Tyrr paced around the city with two guards, he heard footsteps coming up far behind him. He turned to see one of his men escorting a trooper with a broken nose.
"Major Tyrr, this soldier foolishly misfired at an establishment, almost injuring his own compatriots. Including Colonel Akaga." The escort explained.

"Really?" Asked the Major, sarcastically. "However could that be true?"

"It was nothing more than an accident." The ex-sargeant replied. When he said this, the other two troopers accompanying Major Tyrr started shaking their heads and sighing. They served with Mason for a while, and knew what was coming next.

"Accident?" The Major asked, grabbing the soldier by the throat. "Boy, do you know how much I hate, I detest, accidents? An accident is an imaginary scapegoat that the weak and the dim use to cast blame on something other than themselves. You are not to use the word 'accident' in my sight or earshot ever again. That's an order! Understood?"

"Y-yes..sir." The trooper said remorsefully.

"Good." The Major nodded. "Now, head to the medic to get your nose fixed. You'll find a trooper with a stab wound in his neck. Introduce yourself and make friends, 'cause you'll be assisting him."

"Yes, sir." The trooper said, departing. The Major leered at him for a moment, and turned to continue his pacing. His two guards were among his most trusted men. One was a fairly big and strong guy who was given the nickname "AT-BT", which stood for All Terrain Breathing Tank. The other was a lean gunner that went by the nickname "Slim Triggers". The Major preferred them because they hardly ever failed, and when they did, they were quick to correct their mistake.
"Slim." Major Tyrr said. "I want you to take a messenger group to Colonel Akaga. Tell him we are awaiting further orders."

"Aye, sir." The trooper said, leaving to assemble a group.

"See?" Said AT-BT, patting Mason on the shoulder. "You've still got some trustworthy men."

"You read my mind, boy." Said Major Tyrr as he turned around. "You damn good read my mind."

The original three stormtroopers lay dead, for as soon as they had each taken a hit from Rates powerful DL then rolling out of the way of the rubble. Now they where running through a building. "You know you could have said something instead of just firing, right? What have I taught you, firing on stormtroopers is bad, especially in this sort of situation. Your lucky they only identified you." He quickly said before smashing through a window and into an alley, taking a quick look before making his way back into the direction of the starport and into the deepest and darkest alleys of the city, not the best place, but the safest at this point and time.

Manning his post at the chapel door, Charr pondered the events unfolding around him as the noises of passing Imperial equipment could be heard overhead and by.
The Government must have snubbed the Empire. It was the only reason he could think of that would elicit this kind of response from them.
He never knew the Heads of State to rank high in ntelligence.
Now the people were paying for it.
Like usual.

The Rodian peeked his head out the window for a moment, then moved away from it. Nothing to see outside anyway.
The Imps had probably already beaten the tar out of the PDF. They'd march around, acting tough and scary for a while. Then they'd apoint an Imperial magistrate, drop a token force of meatcans, and go invade someplace really worthwhile.

Then things could get back to normal. Infact, buisness might pick up.
Soldiers got bored. Especially coreworlder officers.
Play the part of the knowledgable local, sell them discount hunting supplies and point them in the direction of the nearest local beastie worth mounting on the wall, and Charr could stand to make a mint off them.

Hmm...Charr N'barr's Safaris...Might work pretty well. If it impresses 'em, they might even comm home about it. Tourism could be what finally puts Seya-Qu on the map.

The idea could very well remove the sting of invasion from his neighbors attitudes.
It was a new age after all. The Imps werent the greedy, corrupt senators of the Republic, interested only in the core and themselves.
A little Imperial intervention could turn out to be the best thing to happen to Seya-Qu since the standardization of Slugthrower calibers.

(And now the man that dashes Charr's hopes arrives, enter Compforce)

The Sentinel-class Shuttle AR-97 landed at the New Karnan Spaceport with a bump. Outside a single squad of stormtroopers could be seen clearing areas for Imperial Equipment bundles and vehicles. They were hard at work. Now it was the turn of the shuttle's passengers to be hard at work.

As the ramp hissed open a group of around thirty men and women wearing the distinctive white and black armored uniform of the Compforce Assault core descended the ramp carrying shiny new blaster rifles. Behind them ten more personnel exited the shuttle wearing the distinct gold and grey uniform of the Observor Core. They were lead by a man wearing the badge of Major, his name Styr Nord.

As his boots clattered on the floor the Political Observor assigned to the 509th Army Regiment turned to his fellow Compforce personnel, "One more world to make over into the image of the New Order... Let's get to work."

* * *

Colonel Akaga was pissed. He stood at the base of a mass of smoking craters some fifty meters wide, that up until a few hours before had been the Planetary Defense Force's barracks and operational base for New Karna. He'd told the gunner's on high that destroying the facilities wasn't advisable and now there was this.

Behind him Lt Col Adder stepped to the side of one of the crater rims, "What do we do now?"

"We improvise," Colonel Akaga answered as he headed back to the command speeder.

Lt Stryker glanced up at him as he stepped inside, "The spy in our midst just landed."

"Nord," Akaga answered with a sigh, "I'd have expected him to jack around on the Star Destroyer for a day or two at least."

Jasmir Adder grinned, "Compfarce."

"You got that right," Akaga answered as he glanced at the holographic map and sighed, "Head to the spaceport, and lets see if Styr Nord has turned the world against us yet."

Rate continued through alley, and alley, like a maze of brick and stone he wanted to put at least a kilo between them and the stormies before stopping."Can't let you do that buddy, that was my fault to, and we've got to stay together." He said while pulling out his datapad and bringing up some maps he had been supplied with by the city and others he picked up myself."Not far now."He murmured and turned a corner and etched himself down along the wall till he could look out onto the main street. Not an Imperial insight, in fact it seemed as if some wouldn't even let there jobs down even in an invasion, thats the Red District for yah anywhere though. Turning back to Groz he shook his head."Where would you go anyway? You don't know this planet any better than me, were going by accounts of other spacers like ourselves." As he took a good look at the wookie he noticed the blaster burn on his arm."That hurt much?" He asked with a grin.