Shadowpee: Upon the explosion of the second Death Star, Iden is distraught and finds herself stumbling through the dark and wet undergrowth of Endor in a haze of anger and sadness.
She unwittingly found herself stranded from Gideon and Del and in realisation at her loss of bearing, she activates her transponder in an effort to rendezvous.
Unfortunately, in her haste to relay her location; her senses dulled by her emotionally turbulent state, she is quickly taken hostage by two Rebel scouts who'd snuck up on her, rifles raised. She had no choice but to comply. They'd been ordered to corral any remaining Imperial forces back to the nearby Rebel base. Once there, the captured would have their rank (and by extension, their hand in Imperial affairs) assessed and weighed and if found guilty of War Crimes, taken to Rebel High Command, to await trial for their transgressions.
Upon recognising the insignia emblazoned on her shoulder however, the two Rebels surmised her as an Imperial soldier of high ranking and determine her to be a high-value asset. She was quickly bound and forced to her knees while one of the soldiers muttered into his communicator, presumably describing her appearance. A man in a gruff voice answered the squawk and muttered a little too unintelligibly for Iden's ears to make out; her ears were still ringing from the explosion.
Iden stared at her captors, searching their faces for a clue, any sign that might afford her an edge in her current predicament. The stoic faces belied little else than contempt for her and-- she knew that look. That glint in his eye. No. They couldn't. She'd seen it before, when Seyn was captur-- she scrubbed the image from her mind. Too painful, she couldn't let them see her tears.
"We know what you are, Inferno Scum", the man whispered hoarsely at her. "The General wants us to bring you in... but after what you and your Empire's done, we're thinking we deserve payback, retribution, as it were." He nodded at his comrade, at which Iden felt him tense up behind her as he fastened her restraints tighter still. "Let's remove that uniform of yours, see what we're dealing with."
"N-no, get your filthy hands off of me, Rebel Scum!", Iden spat. She knew she was defenseless, in no position to give commands, let alone at her sworn enemy but she did anyway. She had to. It's all she could do, to show them her resolve. That they wouldn't break her. Whatever they had planned, she served the Empire and she held her nerve. They were scum. Truly.
"My, we'd have our work cut out for us if we didn't get the drop on you. Look at that ass!", they gaudily bantered. She felt her captor squeeze her buttock and slap it, stinging.
Iden's rationale kicked into gear as she pleads for their mercy but it falls on ears deafened by the clarity of War; she was their prize, their bounty, their... outlet.
"Rebel High Command wasn't clear on the specifics, and no one would think twice about a roughed-up Imperial.", he chortled, his eyes adopting a carnality she often saw during her days as a fresh recruit. He reached for his communicator again and pressed the button on the side.
"There was a struggle, General Solo, Sir.", he breathed hungrily into the mouthpiece, his voice slick. "She put up a fight but we managed to capture her." Iden's heart started thumping erratically, the blood coursing, threatening to burst her eardrums. The voice crackled, still too difficult to make out. "No, Sir, she's still alive."
She managed to strain the voice from the thick, humid air and heard the Rebel General speak; "What's wrong with her?", her efforts to calm herself working somewhat, still not enough. Knees weak, the bottom of her stomach fell away as she saw the lips of the soldier part and gleefully declare, his eyes locked on hers.
"She's bruised, Sir. Bruised and badly injured. And she looks like she'd been assaulted before we found her-- ahem-- like several people had their way with her, Sir. No, Sir, we did not see the perpetrators. At once, Sir. Yes, Sir." He clicked off the communicator.
"We're to take her to back to base, at once.", he smiled, cruelty splitting his face. "But I just covered our backs, Bolkan."
Iden spoke, her voice dry despite the sticky air. "A-assaulted? They won't believe you, s-scum. You're the only ones out here and I-I'll tell them the truth."
At this, she realised she'd touched a nerve. He knelt in front of her, his breath sour, a colder edge now present in his voice. "Tell the General what you like-- Woman." He punctuated that last word by spitting into her eye. "And about us being the only ones out here?!", he laughed drily, "You should have done your homework, Imperial. I hear Ewok hordes are plenty nasty."
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She unwittingly found herself stranded from Gideon and Del and in realisation at her loss of bearing, she activates her transponder in an effort to rendezvous.
Unfortunately, in her haste to relay her location; her senses dulled by her emotionally turbulent state, she is quickly taken hostage by two Rebel scouts who'd snuck up on her, rifles raised. She had no choice but to comply. They'd been ordered to corral any remaining Imperial forces back to the nearby Rebel base. Once there, the captured would have their rank (and by extension, their hand in Imperial affairs) assessed and weighed and if found guilty of War Crimes, taken to Rebel High Command, to await trial for their transgressions.
Upon recognising the insignia emblazoned on her shoulder however, the two Rebels surmised her as an Imperial soldier of high ranking and determine her to be a high-value asset. She was quickly bound and forced to her knees while one of the soldiers muttered into his communicator, presumably describing her appearance. A man in a gruff voice answered the squawk and muttered a little too unintelligibly for Iden's ears to make out; her ears were still ringing from the explosion.
Iden stared at her captors, searching their faces for a clue, any sign that might afford her an edge in her current predicament. The stoic faces belied little else than contempt for her and-- she knew that look. That glint in his eye. No. They couldn't. She'd seen it before, when Seyn was captur-- she scrubbed the image from her mind. Too painful, she couldn't let them see her tears.
"We know what you are, Inferno Scum", the man whispered hoarsely at her. "The General wants us to bring you in... but after what you and your Empire's done, we're thinking we deserve payback, retribution, as it were." He nodded at his comrade, at which Iden felt him tense up behind her as he fastened her restraints tighter still. "Let's remove that uniform of yours, see what we're dealing with."
"N-no, get your filthy hands off of me, Rebel Scum!", Iden spat. She knew she was defenseless, in no position to give commands, let alone at her sworn enemy but she did anyway. She had to. It's all she could do, to show them her resolve. That they wouldn't break her. Whatever they had planned, she served the Empire and she held her nerve. They were scum. Truly.
"My, we'd have our work cut out for us if we didn't get the drop on you. Look at that ass!", they gaudily bantered. She felt her captor squeeze her buttock and slap it, stinging.
Iden's rationale kicked into gear as she pleads for their mercy but it falls on ears deafened by the clarity of War; she was their prize, their bounty, their... outlet.
"Rebel High Command wasn't clear on the specifics, and no one would think twice about a roughed-up Imperial.", he chortled, his eyes adopting a carnality she often saw during her days as a fresh recruit. He reached for his communicator again and pressed the button on the side.
"There was a struggle, General Solo, Sir.", he breathed hungrily into the mouthpiece, his voice slick. "She put up a fight but we managed to capture her." Iden's heart started thumping erratically, the blood coursing, threatening to burst her eardrums. The voice crackled, still too difficult to make out. "No, Sir, she's still alive."
She managed to strain the voice from the thick, humid air and heard the Rebel General speak; "What's wrong with her?", her efforts to calm herself working somewhat, still not enough. Knees weak, the bottom of her stomach fell away as she saw the lips of the soldier part and gleefully declare, his eyes locked on hers.
"She's bruised, Sir. Bruised and badly injured. And she looks like she'd been assaulted before we found her-- ahem-- like several people had their way with her, Sir. No, Sir, we did not see the perpetrators. At once, Sir. Yes, Sir." He clicked off the communicator.
"We're to take her to back to base, at once.", he smiled, cruelty splitting his face. "But I just covered our backs, Bolkan."
Iden spoke, her voice dry despite the sticky air. "A-assaulted? They won't believe you, s-scum. You're the only ones out here and I-I'll tell them the truth."
At this, she realised she'd touched a nerve. He knelt in front of her, his breath sour, a colder edge now present in his voice. "Tell the General what you like-- Woman." He punctuated that last word by spitting into her eye. "And about us being the only ones out here?!", he laughed drily, "You should have done your homework, Imperial. I hear Ewok hordes are plenty nasty."
And with that, he began unbuckling his belt...
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