The assault -NSFW- Raven/Draivin

[DraivinAiNeghavi]

"Launch Tie fighters…" sirens were blaring over the bridge. A slow whoop calling all personnel to their stations in battle. Commander Finn D'Aela sounded calm. His voice projecting confidence. He could see a few of his bridge crew were anxious. With a mild nostalgia he thought about the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer Judicator where he had been lieutenant. This action wouldn't have made them even flinch. He looked out from the bridge over the bow of the Imperial raider he commanded. The Night Caller was 150 meters in length. He had a crew of 100 Imperials. A small number of pilots were added for the three Tie Interceptors that were crammed in the small bay. 30 stormtroopers topped off the vessel that was trusted to project Imperial strength near the outposts of Imperial territory.

He could see the interceptors speeding away. Starting their slow curve towards the freighter that had just appeared from hyper space. He would only have a small window of time. Already the freighter seemed to turn on its tail, he was sure hyperspace calculations were already being made to jump out of the system. "Full speed ensign.." he spoke to the man at the conn. "Weapons…" he could sense the bridge officer who was responsible for the turbo laser batteries, rocket launchers and ion cannon straighten behind him. "Full barrage, fire at will, as soon as their shields are down, disable them… I don't want a debris field." The last remark brought a gentle nervous laughter here and there on the bridge. They knew their commander was joking. A bad joke perhaps, but in the thick of an action, anything could make a person laugh.

He could already see the turbo lasers opening up. They were speeding towards the freighter which was still a click away. But already the shields were lighting up in the dim of space. Blue fire from the ion canon added to the storm, he could see rockets speeding away. The Ties were far away by now. Only viable because of the green laser shots they were peppering the freighter with. "Unidentified vessel, this is captain D'Aela of the Imperial navy. Lower your shields, power down your engines and surrender your vessel for inspection…" that was the second time he was hailing the ship. The first time the vessel had immediately starting turning to get to a vector to leave the system.

He could see the crystalline flare ups of the shield being hit. The small freighter no match for the punishment it was receiving now. The man who was the pinnacle of power on the bridge straightening up. He would not have to instruct his subordinates. They knew what to do. Even though they were more twitchy than in the glory days of the Empire. They also knew to keep the ship in one piece. It would bring in a good reward in credits, the cargo might be valuable too. Here, on the fringes of what once was a thriving realm, one needed to take care of oneself. They had found that out by now.

Suddenly the blue of the ion cannons replaced the green fully. "Aft shields down, sir!" A grin was on his face. "Tell the first shuttle to launch, I'll ride the second shuttle. I'll go to the hangar right now." Twenty stormtroopers on the first shuttle to quench any resistance. Ten on the second to protect their commander. "Lieutenant, you have the bridge." He directed to his second in command. The brisk pace to the turbo lift betrayed his own excitement. Soon enough he was standing between the two pilots of the shuttle. Watching the freighter grow larger in his sight. The shuttles he had commandeered from some local government. It meant he could send in his small contingent of stormtroopers to inspect any vessel.

He straightened his uniform. The freighter seemed bulky. Slow. It had a small hanger bay below the bridge in the front. Already their other shuttle was pulling out, creating space for his arrival. The bay probably not large enough for two of the imperial shuttles. As the shuttle was gliding into the hangar, he looked at the mess that was on the hangar deck. Not a pristine ship. He wondered what she would be carrying. Already he could see the stormtroopers had made prisoners. Females in scant clothing. Handcuffed behind their back and under the aim of two of his troopers.

As the shuttle settled down on the deck, he made his way to the back and the ramp. The ten troopers swarming out of the shuttle around him. Taking up defensive positions as he walked down the ramp. Blaster shots were heard, but not the constant intense firepower that was exchanged when in a gun fight. There seemed to be little resistance. To the side of the hanger there were a few bodies. Mostly of men, dressed in a sort of blue uniform. Clean kills they seemed to be. A shuttle of the freighter was powered up a little further to the side. Of course already swept clean by his troopers. Had they tried to escape? And take these women with them?

The impeccable Imperial walked up to the group. Taking in the faces as he stood in front of them.

 

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Lyri Belzann huffed out a breath of air to blow a wayward strand of her purple-pink air out of her face. She was sitting calmly off to the side of the shuttle that she had minutes ago been hauled into by the cuffs on her wrists. She glanced to the side at the fallen bodies of the men that had tried to get away with their 'cargo'. Lyri let a sneer cross her face for only a moment. As if a Kafarel could be merely 'cargo'. If she ever got her hands on that Hutt that thought it would be a good idea to sell her for a meager profit.....well, Zeltrons were known for pleasure but that didn't mean she couldn't dip into the more aggressive emotions. She was just supposed to be entertainment and perhaps help mediate tense meetings. She was NOT some trinket to be traded or sold into slavery. She would make sure to have him blacklisted with every Kafarel group as soon as she was able to.

At least these ruffians had left her with her own clothes. She glanced down at her dress to make sure it hadn't ripped when they had man-handled her into the hanger. Her full-length dress was perfect and her favorite shade of deep purple, almost black. It had slits in both sides of her legs so she was able to sit comfortably where the stormtroopers had ordered her to sit with the other prisoners. The deep cut over the top of her cleavage allowed the thick, silver colored collar with a red light on it to be easily visible. A dead giveaway that she was a prisoner long before the freighter was overtaken.

She allowed herself a moment to preen under the gazes of the troopers around the deck. Even with their helmets covering their faces, she could still sense the appraisal and bit of lust that spiked when she was glanced at. Then she was back to pouting, once again reminded that while she could feel others emotions the collar kept her from broadcasting any of her own or the pheromones her kind were widely known for. While she was grateful that none of the imbeciles that were her jailers had tried to 'sample the goods', she was still feeling very pent up and out of sorts. It felt like ages since she had felt any sort of pleasure, whether from physical intimacy or just from being comfortable.

Her attention was immediately caught as the second shuttle set down and the ramp lowered. A few more men poured out, obviously of a higher rank than the other troopers due to having uniforms rather than the standard stormtrooper armor. But it was the last man out that really got her attention. Lyri could tell just by the air about him and the look on his face as he gazed over the whole hanger that this man was definitely in charge. She couldn't help but lick her lips, 'Oh how delicious he looks.' She couldn't help but muse to herself. She could only hope that her situation was about to look up.

 

[DraivinAiNeghavi]

The sergeant stepped up to him and briskly came to attention. She could see, from her first row seat, how the man in black straightened up as well. The slightly crackling voice of the stormtrooper was too far away to be heard, the communicator in the man's helmet giving his voice a sort of tin sound. "Slaver sir, we're clearing up the last resistance. The bridge will be secured in a minute, for your visit." Finn gave a curt nod. "Proceed sergeant." Before the man in white turned on his heel and walked away from his commanding officer. The man in black was tall. A muscled physique that projected power, stamina, charisma. He was standing there with his hands behind his back. Waiting patiently. As if he couldn't be bothered.

A few more shots could be heard. He already knew, if the men ferrying these slaves surrendered, they were probably shot on sight. He had no real care for prisoners; he wasn't an imperial star destroyer with 30.000 crew on board that could keep them. His small sector fleet had his raider as the most powerful vessel. And after two years on the edge of the galaxy, he had commandeered three Corellian Corvettes and a few smaller vessels to patrol his sector. The last destroyer he had seen came by in a slow patrol cycle last year. With a buffoon of a captain who thought flying around without doing any shooting or inspections would make the rebels cower in fear.

He took the moment to look around. Four troopers were guarding a small group of women. Pretty women. Probably prime merchandise. He saw a few blondes, human, whom probably went for the highest prices. But then his eyes settled on something else. Alien. Pink hair. Just as she licked her lips and looked his way. The light pink hue of her skin color. Exquisite. He knew her species well. The man didn't seem to flinch a muscle as he looked at her. But seeing her tongue, one of the most powerful muscles in the human body, twirl across her full plush lips. Well. Immediately he could imagine trying to dig his rampant cock deeper into that mouth. Trying to force every damn fucking inch of that fat dick down her throat as he took his pleasure.

Momentarily the whole operation was forgotten. He was used to pretty women being interested in him. But he always had a secret longing for that which he couldn't have. The pristine imperials didn't fuck around with aliens. Even those of a more feral type, oozing lust from every pore. For a split second he was reminded of a Twi'Lek dancer, somewhere in the lowest levels of the Imperial home world. On Coruscant he had a taste that he couldn't have for the first time. She had been an addictive fuck. While he was careful not to let any emotion show in his features, his eyes lingered on her a little longer. Going from keeping her gaze caught, to lower. Seeing how her hourglass figure stood out in that dress. Oh fuck. Those full round breasts. Perfection. He could feel his body respond.

But he was still a long distance away. The sergeant that had walked off, the orange flap on his shoulder signaling his rank, had returned. There was a short exchange. The bridge was clear, they were scanning for crew members who might still be trying to hide. "Ferry in a skeleton crew sergeant. Clear off this filth…" the man gestured at the corpses. "This one will bring in a pretty penny at auction." The stormtrooper replied. "We're not keeping her sir?" The commander shook his head slightly. "No real weaponry, lousy shields. She'd take ages to transfer, no. We can do with the cash. Make sure our troops are still paid and our meals provided for." It had gone to that. Scavenging. Though Belderone, the planetary system he was tasked with protecting, did pay him enough taxes for his forces and to create a pile of credits for himself, every way of making money should be exploited. The last payment he had received from imperial center came with the same destroyer he had seen over a year ago.

"The slaves sir?" The commanding officer looked as if he had not thought about it. He turned to look in her general direction. "I imagine these are the ones left?" The stormtrooper again nodded. "Yeah, they killed off any that they couldn't take… probably brought the prettiest ones to take with them." The commander looked more determined. "Beasts." As he eyed the women. "Get them back in their pen. We will sell them at auction." In three sentences he had passed judgment on her past owners. But in those same lines had sealed their fate as if they were mere cattle. It was a dog eat dog world. Or universe. He spoke up, off handedly, as if it was an afterthought. "I want the pink haired one kept aside though. I will interrogate her myself." The stormtrooper did not respond, but he could sense the conflicting emotions. Surprise. Awe (the commander was known to squeeze information from the dryest stone). Shock. Lust. Jealousy? "I'll ride back with her in a moment." Yeah. Ride. He was sure her ass looked any bit as good as her face, those tits and those legs.

He marched off though. To the doors at the end of the hangar opening up. The stormtroopers guarding the women were joined by four others. Most women were dragged to their feet. This time she could see a hand here and there; smacking an ass. Squeezing a tit. Groping. As they huddled the other women together and marched them after the commander who had disappeared. She was hauled to her feet as well. Forcefully cuffed behind her back. But there was no groping of her skin. The commander had claimed her. So that meant she was off limits.

A few minutes waiting and he returned. He was looking out the large bay door, seeing the other shuttle coming back at them, ferrying his skeleton crew that would deliver this slow coach to Belderone. Spoils of war. His boots clicked on the durasteel as he approached her. Stopping right in front of her. Again, that look, as she was held between two troopers. They had left her standing there with a bit of personal space, but when he approached, they had taken her upper arms. Making sure she couldn't attack their commanding officer. "At ease…" he cast a quick glance at the troopers. Then looked at her. "Name?" As soon as he would have said it, or if she would say nothing, he would continue in that warm vibrato of his. "You are now a prisoner of the Galactic Imperial Empire. I will take you back to my vessel for interrogation. Any information you provide to catch the group smuggling contraband will grant you leniency in punishment." Contraband? He was talking about human cargo. And punishment? As if she had any choice in the matter. He needed to make a showing though, he knew. For his own troops and discipline.

 

[DraivinAiNeghavi]

She watched as an obviously high ranked man walked up to the imposing man. She was too far away to hear anything of what they said or even get a hint of any emotions surrounding them. But she did notice with the commanding officer glanced over at her and the other women, and the subtle once over he gave her specifically. Interesting. No emotion showed on his face but she did manage to catch a bit of heat entering his eyes. Interesting. She let her eyes roam over him again. From what she could see he cut a very imposing figure. Muscular despite the obvious high ranking. Lyri's eyes moved from the broad shoulder, that she would love to see her legs hooked over, down his body to pause again just a bit below his waist. She licked her lips again as she let her mind wander over whether he had a thick cock to match the rest of him under that immaculate uniform.

Lyri's attention was grabbed again as the other officer walked off and give a signal to the troopers standing over her and the other women. They were joined with more troopers and all hauled to their feet. Her eyes narrowed as she caught a few of the troopers coping a feel here and there of the other women as their hands were cuffed. The troopers started to march them off out of the hanger. But surprisingly she was made to stand in place, bracketed by the remaining two troopers. She looked at each of them. Their helmets gave nothing away of their features but she detected a sense of waiting from both of them.

Her curiosity was peeked and she looked around again, noticing as another shuttle docked in the hanger and what looked more like crew than troopers spilled out. Motion in the corner of her eye had her turning her head again to see the commanding officer had returned and was moving their way. The troopers took hold of her arms as he came to a stop right in front of them. She glanced at them out of the corner of her eyes and mused at their actions, as if she had anywhere to go or any way to attack. As the imposing man spoke to the troopers he caught all of her attention again. She thought he had a very nice voice even with that disinterested, commanding tone as he spoke to the troopers. She stood up straight as he changed his attention to her and asked her name. "Lyri Belzann." She answered in the same tone he spoke to her. As he then proclaimed her a prisoner of the Empire she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. The Kafarel groups were loyal to the Empire so she was momentarily confused. That is until she finally got a taste of the emotions he had hiding under the surface of his cold facade. Oh. Well didn't that feel just....delicious. She couldn't help but relax her face into an almost hungry smile before quickly blanking her face. It was obvious to her now what game was being played now so she would play along. "As you say, Sir." She bowed her head respectfully towards him as his station warranted and followed along amicably as she was led towards a shuttle

 

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Oh she looked… hungry. As he approached her. That dress showing off her hourglass figure. The deep cleavage drawing attention to the perfect heavy curve of her chest. He could imagine smacking those large titties. Sucking. Squeezing. Tugging on her nipples. That chest would look fucking enticing drenched in her spit and his seed too. Her skin seemed soft, like damn velvet. A slight hue of color. Her hair pretty and pink. Her lips full. Would she swallow around his raging cock when he'd plunder her mouth?

He declared her a prisoner. She raised her eyebrows. He could see the confusion. Which made him wonder; was she raised in slavery? She didn't seem like the standard broken female, having been a slave for so long, trained to only obey and follow and never to ask questions. She seemed intelligent, aware of her surroundings. That was a pleasant surprise. It might make the task of truly conquering her harder, but she might not act as a standard doormat. Confusion though, why? Because he had raided the vessel and took everything he wanted? Perhaps taking this vessel was just a sign of arrangements going sour. Or the smugglers were sold out by someone in their own group. He knew of course, having been tipped off about the arrival, laying in weight just at their entry point.

Lyri. Her voice sounded. Sultry. Warm. Dripping with desire. Oh fuck. No matter the collar that blocked off her pheromones (though he didn't register or know that) her appearance was enough to make any man notice her. The man in front of her was already overflowing with emotions of need, despite his careful emotionless facade. It was the forbidden nature of what he was about to do. But she sensed it somehow. Instead of backing off, he could see the glint in her eyes, the smile showing off her pretty pearly white teeth. She seemed to change her demeanor completely. A knowing look on her face. This one was dangerous. As you say, sir. That last word. The lingering on it. Acknowledging his power. His alpha status. He swallowed as he lost his cool for a split second.

She followed him onto the shuttle. As they were in the back of the Lambda class, he looked at the two men bracketing her. "You've patted her down?" The man to her right immediately froze. She could feel it. "No sir." As the words left his helmet, the officer gave a curt nod. She could sense the man to her right moving to step forward. "No. I'll do it myself." The man said. He stepped to her front. His hands came up. Gentle as they slid along her cheeks into her hair. Fingers wide to comb through. Was there a slight strain to make her feel his dominance? Down her neck. Over her collarbones. Hands flat, along her shoulders. Over her arms. Down and down. Wrists. Taking both her hands in his. The touch was fleeting and gentle. A mild squeeze in her hands. Then back up. Along the sides of her heavy rack. The hands seemed to slow slightly as he pressed her breasts together. The first time he didn't look at her face either but at her bulging cleavage.

Was there a tremble of his right hand? He had nearly taken his hand of the soft fabric of her dress to smack her. Along the underside of the globes. Slight pressure from below. A flick of thumbs over her nipples. Further along. Over her sides. Over her hips. Hands turning back up over her hips to her lover back. Following the curve of a very thick and lovely ass. Another tremble? His hand did pick up a little this time to land on her ass again. Nearly a spank. Along her legs. He was now kneeling in front of her. Looking up. The outside of them. Now skin on skin once more. All the way to her high heels. Then the left hand slid back up to her hip. The right hand to to the inside of her right leg. Up. But this time, it wasn't his whole palm touching. His fingers dragged along the skin. Over her knee. Inside her thigh. Was there an index finger pressured against her thong clad cunt? That hand went to her hip. The left went up her left leg the same way. Slower. More purpose. This time there was pressure on her. Teasing her outer folds. Digging against her. Knuckle pressuring her clit through the flimsy fabric. Watching her.

Slowly he stood as he petted the inside of her leg. "No weapons." He looked at both troopers. "You will both stay aboard the vessel with the rest of the platoons. Help clear the ship." A curt "Yes sir" was all he got.

The door to the cockpit was closed. Operational security. The cargo hold had a bench along the full length to each side. To seat the troops. The stormtroopers turned and headed off. The ramp soon sounding as it closed.