DAALA: SERVICING THE RANKS (2/4)

by The Great Shaggy (Hudson203@hotmail.com)

Rating: NC-17

Warning: contains explicit slash

Disclaimer: LFL owns Star Wars. No money is being made out of this. It's all just for fun, it's not official and no infringement is intended.

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“Mon Calamari Cruiser is coming around for another pass, Ma’am,” the sensor technician cried out.
Daala nodded her head. “Dearly noted,” she replied back cool and calmly. She then glanced down at the helmsman. “Steady on course. All turbolaser batteries fire on my mark. Prepare to fire a spread of proton torpedoes once the cruiser is within ten kilometers.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the weapons station’s officer acknowledged.
Even though the Rebels’ Mon Calamari Star Cruisers were nothing more than converted exploration crafts, Daala knew they could still be a formidable foe, even for one of the Empire’s massive Imperial-class Star Destroyers. The Rebel cruiser boasted an extra layer of shielding, something her Star Destroyer didn’t, yet she knew that the cruiser had far less turbolaser batteries it could bring to bear on a head-on pass.
This was something she was counting on to play in her favor.
When the two behemoths had closed the gap between them to the intended distance, blue streaks of light suddenly appeared from the very tip of the Star Destroyer and raced off towards the lumbering giant before them. The cruiser’s shields burst in flashes of blue static, first the primary layer and then the secondary. Brilliant flashes of yellow and red marked where the torpedoes had overloaded the section of shielding and were able to penetrate against the hull.
“All forward batteries target that area and commence firing at will,” commanded Daala.
Green flashes of light appeared as the gunners opened fired on the overloaded section. The nose of the Rebel cruiser seemed to be washed in yellow, orange, and red colors as the hull gave way and collapsed in brilliant explosions.
“Hard to port! All port batteries commence firing!”
Daala was forced to walk along the observation deck to keep the stricken cruiser in sight as her ship turned to bring more firepower to bear on the Rebel cruiser. Within minutes, the great ship was nothing but a stricken, burning hulk of debris floating aimlessly in the void of space. A smile crept across Daala’s face as she savored the kill of a capital ship without the cost of a single life on her side.
A shallow, yet firmly clapping sound behind her caused her whirl about to face the security foyer that led to the bridge. Standing just on top of the stairs was an aging officer, his hair a silver-gray and a face racked with wrinkles, which also sported a few scars from the years of service to the Empire. His firm applause echoing throughout the bridge simulator.
“Captain Merrejk,” said Daala, a hint of surprise creeping into her voice as she saluted the superior officer.
Returning the rendered honor, Merrejk nodded his head in an approving gesture. “At ease, Ensign. I must say that was a perfectly executed 'feint and slash' maneuver you’d performed there. I’m glad to see that you’re studying Imperial Fleet tactics.”
“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t know you would be in here at all,” Daala stated, making her way across the bridge toward Merrejk as the holographic bridge crew disappeared into thin air.
Merrejk let a small smile creep onto his face. “Oh, Commander Thuran informed me that you’ve been using the simulator.”
Stopping before the Captain, Daala stood at parade rest. “I had permission from him to use the bridge simulator, sir.”
An eyebrow rose slightly on the old man’s face. “Interesting. He didn’t inform me of that, just another thing I have to bring up with him later.” He then crossed his arms and stared directly at the young woman before him. “But what disturbs me more is why a junior ranking officer, especially one who has less than a year of active service in, would be using an advanced simulator that was designated in training future Destroyer captains, not for personal amusement, Ensign?
“It wasn’t for personal amusement, sir,” replied Daala.
“Really?”
Daala took a deep breath. “I was just perfecting my ability to command a Destroyer bridge crew during vital moments in a capital ship-to-ship combat, sir.”
Merrejk let out a laugh at Daala’s comments. “You still hoping to be the Empire’s first female Admiral, Ensign Daala?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied coldly.
Recognizing the icy tone in her voice, Merrejk ceased his laughter and glared at the woman. “I don’t like that tone of voice, Ensign Daala. You will refrain from using the Academy’s advanced simulators for your own personal training. Do I make myself clear, Ensign?”
Daala nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Coming to attention, Daala saluted Merrejk once more and started towards the simulator’s doors.
“Ensign?” the Captain called out.
Stopping, Daala turned about. “Sir?”
“It was a flawlessly executed battle plan you ordered,” Merrejk commented and then nodded his head. “Well done, Ensign.”
Daala smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

Stepping into the dimly lit chamber, Daala marched with a brisk pace across the chamber, her boot heels echoing loudly with each strike against the highly polished marble floor. She came to a halt before a table with three, high-ranking officers sitting behind it. Her hand snapped up to her brow in a rigid motion.
The officer sitting in center of the table returned the salute and gestured towards the lonesome chair that faced the three of them. “Please, sit down, Ensign,” he said.
“Thank you, sir,” thanked Daala.
After the woman was seated, the center officer picked up a datapad. “For the record, can you please state your rank, full name, and home planet?”
“Ensign Fiora Daala of the planet Slatioone, sir,” replied Daala.
The officer nodded his head. “Thank you, Ensign. As you know, this board is being carried out to evaluate your past year of duty and recommend you for promotion to Lieutenant JG if it’s warranted. Do you understand this, Ensign Daala?”
She nodded her head. “Yes, sir, I do.”
Nodding his head to the officer on his right, the center said. “You can proceed.”
For the next two hours, the three officers grilled Daala on basically everything that she learned at the Imperial Naval Academy. This went on to her past history and asking questions on how she felt serving the Empire in the Imperial Fleet, and a few political questions that had Daala wondering what they were trying to prove. However, towards the latter part, the questioning got a bit more personal.
“Tell me, Ensign, have you had sex in the past year?”
Daala blinked. “Excuse me, sir?”
“Have you had sex in the past year, Ensign?” the officer asked again.
“I don’t see what that has to do with this board, sir?” replied Daala.
“Ensign Daala, it isn’t your part to ask if the related questioning has to do with this board,” the officer said coldly. “You’ll either answer my question with a yes or no answer. Have you had sex in the past year, Ensign Daala?”
Staring coldly at the officer, Daala nodded her head. “Yes.”
“With whom?”
“I'd rather not say, sir.”
“Are you a lesbian?”
Daala’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Sir, are you accusing me of being a lesbian just because I will not name my sexual partners with the officers of this board?”
“Just answer the question, Ensign.”
“No, sir,” she snapped back.
The officer raised an eyebrow. “No, sir, what?”
“No, sir, I am not a lesbian, nor have I had sex with a another female, even if I could find another here on Carida.”
There was a brief moment of pause between the questioning which seemed to hang in the air, already filled with enough tension. It was during this moment that Daala was starting to wonder if this was a promotion board at all, or just an information-related one that could affect her career in the Imperial Navy.
Picking up a datapad, the officer handed it to the center officer. “Ensign Daala, have you ever used Academy’s simulation trainers without expressed permission from the CO of TRADOC?”
“No, sir. I did use the Destroyer bridge simulator a few times, but I had the permission of Commander Thuran, sir,” Daala answered truthfully.
The officer raised an eyebrow. “Really? According to a statement filed by Commander Thuran, he stated that you never approached him to use the simulators whatsoever.”
Daala shook her head. “No, I did get it from him, sir. Captain Merrejk discussed this matter with him already.”
“Yes, it seems so, Ensign,” the officer continued. “Interesting enough, Captain Merrejk also stated that Commander Thuran informed him that he never gave you permission to use the simulators and that Captain Merrejk caught you using it for personal amusement.”
“That’s a lie!” Daala blared out.
“Are you accusing two high ranking officers of this Academy in filing false statements to this board, Ensign Daala?”
Gritting her teeth, Daala knew that arguing any further wasn’t going to help her case anymore than it already had. She looked back up at the questioning stares of the three officers and said nothing.
“I thought as much,” the questioning officer finally said and nodded towards the center officer.
“Ensign Fiora Daala, this boards finds that you’re incapable of taking on the responsibilities of that found in a higher rank. Therefore, the board deems that you are to be passed up for promotion until the next hearing six standard months from now and that your request for transfer to Fleet status is revoked. Do you have anything you wish to say, Ensign?”
Sighing in defeat, Daala shook her head negatively.
“Ensign Daala, you’re dismissed.”
With her shoulders sagging in defeat, Daala saluted the officers of the board, spun around on her heels and marched off towards the door. Nearing the exit, the door opened and Gentelles marched passed her, a smirk on his face at seeing her defeated expression.
Leaving the Brigade Headquarters, Daala walked across the base to her single quarters. After entering, she proceeded to smash anything she could get her hands on. As her fury left her, it gave way to sorrow and pain as she collapsed onto her bed and buried her head in her pillow.

“Ensign Daala?” a voiced cried out to be heard over the human groans and clanging of metal plates.
Closing her eyes and sighing, Daala let out one last jab to vent her frustration at being interrupted during her morning workout before turning around to meet whoever had called out her name. Standing slightly behind her was a young Lieutenant aide that she recognized as belonging to that of Captain Merrejk.
Breathing heavily from her workout, Daala ran a hand through her matted down hair. “What can I do for you today, sir?” she asked.
The young officer coughed slightly as he tried to avert his stare from Daala’s sweat-soaked shirt where her hardened nipples were jetting out like the mandibles on a Corellian YT-1300 light freighter. “Sorry for interrupting you, Ensign, but Captain Merrejk would like to speak to you in his office immediately.”
Grabbing her towel, Daala started to dry her hair as she replied back to the Lieutenant. “Do you know what it’s about, sir?”
“I, um, am not at liberty to say at this moment, Ensign.” He motioned with his hand. “Shall we?”
Letting out a snort of disbelief, Daala glanced down at her outfit she wore. “Um, sir, I’m not dressed properly to meet with Captain Merrejk at this moment.”
“He stated he wanted to see you immediately once I found you, Ensign,” the young officer said and motioned with his hand again.
Shaking her head in disgust, Daala walked past the young officer, who let out a long, soft whissle as he eyed Daala’s firm ass as she passed him. The young Lieutenant wasn’t the only one looking, either. As Daala walked towards the exit, it seemed all activity in the weight room ceased and all eyes where focused on the red-haired woman as she left.
It didn’t take her long to reach Merrejk’s office in the landspeeder the Lieutenant had driven to the gym. It had been four weeks since she was turned down for promotion and Daala had gone out of her way to avoid the Captain. Not for fear of reprisal from him, but from the fear of her killing him instead. Once inside, the young officer showed her into her superior's office and closed the door behind her.
Glancing up from a report, Merrejk waved to the chair in front of his desk. “Please, have a seat, Ensign. I’ll be right with you.”
Sitting down, Daala glared at the older man sitting in front of her. Both Gentelles and Larm had recently been promoted at the same board she appeared at and she hadn’t. In fact, both of them had blasphemies on their records from the past year, yet they were still promoted above Daala, who had a flawless service record. The only thing she could boil it down to was that Captain Merrejk was prejudiced and didn’t want to see her getting promoted over male officers. Her old Senior Drill Sergeant popped into her mind at this thought.
Setting down the report, Merrejk locked his fingers together and looked up at the beautiful officer sitting before him. “Let’s break the ice here right now, Ensign. You hate me for what I did to you at the board.“
“More like loathe, sir,” she corrected.
If her comment angered Merrejk, it didn’t show. “You must understand my motives and reasons as well, but now is hardly the time to discuss it.”
“I have all the time in the galaxy for that now, thanks to you, sir,” Daala retorted.
The Captain’s eyes narrowed. “Ensign, I know you hate me just as much as I do you. If I had my way, you’d be taken off this important assignment, however the Academy’s Commandant has tied my hands behind my back on this one.” Picking up the datapad he held, he tossed it towards Daala, who caught it with ease. “There will be a public relations tour of the Academy schedule for the remainder of this week, Ensign. You’ve been assigned to act as escort and guide to an important member of the Imperial senate who will be taking part in the tour.”
Daala snorted and shook her head. “Sir, respectfully, but get a squad of stomtroopers to pamper this senator around for the next couple days.”
“Believe me, Ensign, if I could replace you, I would, but I can’t.”
“Why is that, sir?”
Merrejk smiled. “You’re on a need to know basis and you don’t need to know!” He then quickly added. “Just not at this second, but you will find out tomorrow. Dismissed, Ensign.”
She didn’t move for a second, prompting Merrejk to raise an eyebrow.
“Is there something you want to say to me, Ensign Daala?” he asked.
Sighing, she shook her head. “No, sir. What time do I need to be at the landing pad?”
“Twelve hundred hours, Ensign.”
Nodding her head, she got up and walked out of the office. As she walked down the hallway, her thoughts trailed back to Senior Drill Sergeant Thul and how she ‘handled’ that problem. But that was entirely different from this current situation. She was trained to fly a TIE fighter or serve aboard a starship, not act as an escort for some power hungry senator. She wondered if she could get out of this assignment if she went and slept with the Commandant too.
That’s a stupid idea, she thought herself. Pushing that last thought out of her head, another one came to light. If this visiting senator was important enough, she might be able to pursuade him into recommending her for a promotion.
Daala let out a little chuckle. If she couldn’t get promoted the military way, she might as well try sleeping with someone that had the power to pursuade her superiors. A smile crossed her face; tomorrow was going to be very interesting.

The nest day, Daala stood out on the landing pad watching as the shuttle carrying the senator came around on its final approach. She pulled out all the stops to try and seduce the senator; her uniform was fitted tightly on her body, showing off her womanly curves nicely. Her hair was pulled back and braided, and she even sported a bit of cosmetic makeup. She knew her efforts weren’t in vain for the landing techs, standing off to the side, kept staring at her, some even rearranging their pants to hide the bulges that were forming.
Daala knew, at that moment, she could probably seduce a Hutt.
The shuttle came down uneventfully and the ramp lowered with its usual hiss of steam. Marching forward, Daala stopped a few feet from the edge of the ramp and gazed up to get her first good look at the senator. When she did, her heart nearly sank as fast as a ship getting pulled into a black hole around Kessel.
Even as the senator started to descend the boarding ramp, there was no mistaking who it was for she had seen that face on countless holovids shown on the nightly HoloNews of the proceedings within the Imperial Senate. The most recognizable face of the entire Imperial Senate belonging to no other than the young Princess Leia Organa of the Royal House of Alderaan.
If Daala was surprised to see Senator Organa, the Princess was even more shocked to find a woman officer waiting to greet her at the ramp. “This is an unexpected surprise,” she quickly stated. “I’m Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan and member of the Imperial Senate. And whom might you be?”
Daala had to quickly compose herself so she wouldn’t sound stupid addressing the senator. “Ensign Fiora Daala, your Highness.”
Leia smiled and held out her hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Ensign Daala.”
Taking her head in a firm shake, Daala was surprised to find that the young Princess, no more than 17 or 18 years of age, had a bit of strength in her grip. She would normally take a senator as a power hungry official who never bothered to exercise properly to maintain a physical balance, however, it seemed that Princess Leia Organa had once again surprised her.
“I have a speeder standing by to take you to your quarters, your Highness,” Daala said and waved her hand in that general direction. “Shall we?”
Nodding her head, Leia allowed Daala to escort her across the landing pad toward the waiting landspeeder. Driving away from the spaceport, Daala drove around the Academy, giving the Princess a quick tour of the installation, all of which she took in with awe and deep thought. For a few moments, Daala wondered if the Princess was surprised by what she saw, or if she was just trying to remember every detail.
Once they were finished circling the installation, Daala drove Leia to a spacious dwelling nestled in a high security area of the base. Getting out of the speeder, Daala opened the door to the dwelling and allowed the Princess to enter first.
“These will be your quarters for your stay here with us at the Academy,” Daala announced. “Compliments from the Commandant, your Highness.”
Leia nodded her head. “This is more than I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting, your Highness?” Daala asked.
Smiling, Leia replied. “Probably a room like yours to try and give a pampered senator a taste of military life.”
This caused both women to burst out laughing.
When Daala calmed down, she nodded towards a closed door. “There is a mid-sized pool and weight room through those doors and the bedroom is the door on the left.”
Leia nodded her head. “Thank you, Ensign.”
It was clearly a dismissal.
“I’ll stop by later on to check and see how you’re doing, Your Highness.”
Retreating from the dwelling, Daala let out a long sigh as she walked back to the landspeeder. She knew that her plan to seduce the senator had crumbled to pieces. She wasn’t going to sleep with another woman, no matter how powerful, or beautiful, she was, just to get a promotion.
However, she had to admit, the young Princess was strikingly beautiful, if not drop-dead gorgeous. Daala recalled seeing some of the male troops' adult Flyboy magazines and galactic tabloids lying around the weight room before, with articles about Princess Leia. One magazine had labeled her the "Sexiest Woman in the Galaxy" and another claimed she was one of the top ten most fuckable women in the galactic senate.
Shaking her head in disgust, Daala fired up the landspeeder and drove off. But she had to admit, it did feel good to talk to another woman.

Later on after dusk, Daala return to the senator's guest suite. She had considered changing into a more loose fitting uniform, but she didn’t want to dirty up another set of clothes in the same day. Parking the speeder, she walked casually up to the door and knocked on it once, and then twice when she didn’t get answer the first time.
After waiting several seconds after the third knock, she keyed in the security override code and entered the dwelling. The lights were still on and the bedroom door was wide open. Daala quickly searched the main room and the bedroom for the Princess. When she didn’t find her, her hand went down to the commlink fastened to her belt so she could notify security. Suddenly she heard a splash coming from the door that led to the pool and weight room.
Opening the door slowly, Daala cautiously peered in, but relaxed her guard when she saw the Princess swimming in the pool. Closing the door, she moved stealthily around the pool until she was a mere few feet from the edge. Her mouth gaped in awe as she watched the Princess, who was wearing a two piece white bikini that fit snugly on her womanly features. It took Daala a second to realize she was staring at the Princess’s half-naked body.
Shaking her head to snap her out of her dazed thoughts, she clasped her hands behind her back and stood rigid. “Taking advantage of the pool already, Your Highness?”
Leia let out a shriek of surprise, which caused Daala to jump back. Placing a hand on her heaving chest, Leia let out a breath of air.
“You surprised me, Ensign,” she said at last with a smile.
Regaining her composure as well, Daala nodded her head. “I’m sorry that I frightened you, Your Highness.”
Leia smiled as she resumed her swim. “They must’ve trained you well for you to be able to sneak up on someone like that.”
“I was trained by the best,” replied Daala.
The two women said nothing after that for a few minutes until Leia asked. “Can I ask you a personal question, Ensign?”
Daala shrugged her shoulders. “By all means, Your Highness.”
Leia stopped her swim and grasped the ledge of the pool, looking back over towards the other woman. “Why did you go to the Imperial Naval Academy here at Carida? From my understanding, few women join the military, and even fewer get accepted into the Academy.”
Sighing, Daala looked back at Leia. “Truthfully, I didn’t want to come here, nor was it my decision to get accepted as well. This is my father’s doing.”
“How so?”
“He wanted me to learn to respect him more than what I was doing and to follow in his footsteps by serving the Empire in the Imperial Fleet,” Daala sadly replied and then let out a small laugh. “I guess you can say he just wanted me to have a better life than that which I might have found on my home world.”
Leia nodded her head in agreement. “That sounds just like my life. I’m following in my father’s footsteps as well.” She, too, let out a small laugh. “Who would’ve thought that I would find someone here that has something in common with myself?”
“I know what you mean,” replied Daala, causing another round of chuckles between the two women.
Then Leia’s face turned seriously. “Ensign, have you found prejudice here for being a woman?”
This question caught Daala off guard and she looked down at the water.
Leia found her answer in the reaction that Daala gave. “I’m sorry for bringing it up.”
“It’s not your fault, Your Highness. You just didn’t know.”
“Please, call me Leia.”
Daala’s head shot up and she stared back at the Princess’s beautiful face, which was showing concern towards her. For the first time, she had met someone that fully understood what she had gone through, and continued to go through, here on Carida. It felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.
“Fiora,” she finally said back to Leia.
A smile crept onto the Princess’s face and she swam over towards the Ensign. When she reached the ledge, she motioned the woman closer and looked up at her. “Tell me, Fiora, when was the last time you had any fun?”
“I work out at the gym-“
Leia laughed. “No, silly, I mean some real, wholesome fun?”
“I can’t recall the last time-“
At that moment, Leia sprung into action. Reaching out, she grasped the pants legs of the woman and tugged her as hard as she could towards her. Daala let out a surprised yelp as she lost her balance and landed with a big splash in the pool. Surfacing, Daala wiped the water from her eyes and gasped in surprise. She turned towards the Princess only to receive a face full of water as Leia’s childish giggles filled her eardrums.
“Leia,” she yelled, “I’m on duty!”
Splashing her again, Leia said. “Well I say you’re off duty and in some desperate need of fun.”
Wiping the water from her face again, Daala watched as Leia swam off towards the opposite side of the pool and shook her head as she laughed. Even although she was still fully dressed in her uniform, Daala quickly made it to the opposite end of the pool where Leia was headed and managed to give the Alderaani Princess a splash to the face. Giggling, Leia struck out with her own and the two women splashed water at each other for the next few minutes.
Suddenly, Leia let out a cry and lunged at Daala and wrestled her beneath the surface. They came up together, their hands wrapped around each other as they thrashed about, water going in every which direction. Even though Leia was nimbler and quick, Daala was stronger and soon managed to trap the writhing Princess’ arms behind her back.
The two locked eyes and stared at each other, both breathing heavily from the melee. Daala soon found her eyes gazing down at the teenage senator’s chest and the well-developed mounds that lay beneath the skimpy string top. She looked up and saw that Leia was staring directly at Daala’s heaving chest. She then, too, glanced up and both women locked their gaze at one another.
A strange feeling came over Daala and before she knew what she was thinking, she leaned over and locked lips with the young senator, their tongues dancing in a mindless frenzy of joy together. Still embraced, Daala eased her hand downwards and slipped her hand inside Leia’s string top and cupped her smooth wet breast. She squeezed gently, noticing the girl’s sudden arousal by the hardening of her nipple. Summoning her courage, Daala allowed her other hand to stroke the base of the Princess’ neck and down to the square of her back where the top piece of Leia’s bikini was tied. With a gentle pull, she tugged the knot loose and the piece of clothing, freed from its bonds, floated to the surface.
Her other hand found its way to Leia’s other breast and pinched the hardened nipple. Her effort was rewarded by a muffled whimper from Leia’s locked mouth. As Daala’s hands explored Leia’s sensitive nipples, one of Leia’s own hands found its way between the other woman’s leg. With a finger, she probed Daala’s womanhood through the thick fabric of her olive-green uniform, teasing it with quick prods and jabs. Daala’s eyes widen and she stopped her fumbling with Leia’s nipples, her hand automatically moving to intercept Leia’s probe. However, her hand ceased its downward movement and returned to the young woman’s supple mounds, giving in to the sexual flame that was burning brightly between the two women.
With their tongues tiring, the two women ceased they’re wonderful dance together and broke the embrace they shared. Leia gave Daala a quick peck on her lips as she leaned back smiling. A wicked smile crept onto Daala’s face and she hoisted the young Princess from the water and sat her on the pool’s edge. Moving forward, Daala sat a calming hand on the younger woman’s thigh and moved her other hand towards the woman’s love area.
Slowly and with great care, Daala made circular motions with her finger through the white fabric of the bottom piece of the bikini, teasing Leia’s short trimmed pubic hair. Leia let out a deep sigh and arched her head back, her long wet mane of hair cascading behind her as her breathing came in quick, excited breaths. Moving her hand down, Daala pressed a full digit against Leia’s love lips and slowly caressed them until Leia’s slit was oozing with her pre-honey dew through the thin bikini material. Grasping the strings with both hands, Daala removed the final piece of clothing from the Princess and gazed in astonishment at the young woman’s gleaming love lips.
Leia let out a gasp as the Imperial Ensign used two fingers to spread her pouting vaginal lips apart and inserted her probing finger into Leia’s juicy hole. The Princess shuddered briefly from the intrusion, the lining of her tunnel squeezing to halt Daala’s advance. But she wouldn’t be detained and she pushed her finger forward through the woman’s tight lining, causing Leia to let out a girlish whimper and then a moan as Daala slowly withdrew her finger, only to slam it back in again, starting a frenzy of finger fucking.
Moaning with intense sexual desire, Leia grabbed her nipples and fondled them in her fingers as her hips squirmed for Daala’s punishment. Licking her lips, Daala bent down, her tongue slithering outward to meet Leia’s clitoris. She wrapped her tongue around the sensitive swollen nub of Leia’s cunt, bringing forth a powerful scream from the Princess as her hips ceased their squirming.
Withdrawing her finger, she grabbed both of Leia’s legs and planted her entire mouth squarely on Leia’s shuttering cunt, her tongue slipping into the loose folds of pink flesh. Groaning, Leia reached down and took hold of the woman’s head and pressed it firmly into her aching cunt, sighing in deep ecstacy as the other woman’s tongue abused her moistened love tunnel.
A deep fire rose inside Leia, its intensity increasing with each flick of Daala's tongue in her pussy. Gritting her teeth, Leia gasped for air as the fire within her threatened to burst loose, yet she refused to let it control herself. She managed a few minutes longer, but soon her whole body was aching and calling for the eruption.
“Oh god! Oh my god, I can’t hold it!” Leia gasped. “Oh, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
She let out a high pitch shriek as the boiling love juices deep inside burst loose from her pussy and into Daala’s waiting mouth. The Princess’ spasmic orgasm seemed to last for eternity, coating the Ensign’s face with her hot, sticky honey. Daala found it surprisingly pleasing and hungrily lapped it up with her tongue, savoring the taste.
Gasping for air, Leia leaned forward and pulled Daala’s head away from her dripping cunt and up toward her mouth. With her tongue, she tasted her own juices on Daala's lips, and they once again shared a passionate kiss.
As their tongues danced mindlessly in a state of lustful grace, they’re hands were soon unfastening the snappers on Daala's uniform jacket. When she had managed to shed her upper layers, Daala leaped from the pool and on top of the Princess, their bodies pressing firmly into each other’s as their hands hurriedly removed the remaining clothing on the older woman.
When she was as void of clothing as her counterpart, Daala wrapped her hands around Leia and they embraced. One of Leia’s hands slipped down to Daala’s moist cunt and slipped a digit into her slippery pink folds. Daala broke their embrace suddenly and reached for her tunic. Pulling out her only rank cylinder, she handed it to the Princess. Leia smiled as Daala laid flatly on her back and spread her legs to receive the probe. Moving forward, Leia straddled Daala and lowered her pussy toward her face. She stroked the woman’s cunt with one hand as she maneuvered the rank cylinder toward it with the other. Reaching up, Daala gripped the sides of Leia’s firm ass and drew the Princess’ cunt towards her waiting mouth. Both women entered each other in unison, both letting out a whine of pleasure.
Sliding the cylinder through Daala’s love tunnel, Leia caressed the woman’s clitoris, while Daala did the same for Leia's with her mouth. Both women had never before shared such passion as they did while they fucked each other’s cunts. With Daala’s slick honey coated the silver cylinder, Leia wrapped her lips around it, licking eagerly at the device.
With her cunt aching for release, Daala nudged Leia off of her and edged away from the Alderaani Princess, sitting up in front of her. Smiling wickedly, she interlocked her legs with Leia’s and pressed her cunt to the Princess’. Breathing through gritted teeth, Daala started to sway her hips back and forth, grinding her sensitive clit against Leia’s.
Trying not to be out done, the younger woman ground herself down fast and hard against Daala’s pussy, causing the Imperial officer to return the favor. The cunt fucking continued, with neither Princess nor Naval officer wanting to relax their constant motion.

Leia, feeling a sudden flicker from Daala, instinctively reached up and grabbed onto the Ensign’s legs while Daala rode her cunt wildly, thrashing with all her strength, until her body seized up in the explosive throes of a long awaited orgasm.

Leia smiled as she felt Daala’s sweet nectar splashing against her aching cunt and belly. The Princess held onto the officer’s legs while she recovered, even as she bucked against her slippery cunt, trying to get the same release that Daala had just experienced. Feeling this, Daala rolled over onto her stomach and faced the Alderaani’s pussy, the sweet aroma of her juices filling her nostrils as she slid her tongue back into Leia’s aching folds.
It didn’t take Daala too long to send Leia screaming and shouting as she experienced her second orgasm of the night ripple through her body. Leia’s whole body convulsed and Daala opened her mouth waiting in anticipation for her hard-earned reward. Leia’s pussy spasmed and a hot, sticky jet of sweet nectar poured into her Daala’s waiting mouth. The older woman drank in the Princess’ juices, savoring every drop until all that followed was a slow, steady stream oozing out of the folds of the Princess’ quivering pussy.
Licking the Princess clean, Daala pulled away and smiled at the naked girl, who motioned to her. Complying, Daala snuggled up next to Leia, her hands gently rubbing the Princess’ breasts as Leia’s hand caressed the Ensign’s cunt.
“Two for the price of one, Ensign?’ Leia said softly. “Was I that good?”
Daala smiled. “You tasted that good, Your Highness.”
Leia let out a laugh. “And, yet, I feel that you also should be able to experience the throes of another orgasm so that I might taste you again.”
Looking up, Daala gazed at Leia in surprise. “Is that a suggestion or an order, Your Highness?”
A curt smile crept onto Leia’s face as she jumped up to her feet and took off towards the bedroom. Daala smiled as she got up and chased after the naked princess.

The following morning, both women dressed each other as they giggled like little school children. Daala drove Leia to a breakfast meeting with the Academy Commandant, but before she departed, Leia had informed Daala that she had a surprise for her later on today. A surprise that Daala seemed wondered about as she sped away. She was resting in her quarters when word came for her to report immediately to Captain Merrejk’s office.
Strolling into the Captain’s office, she came to attention and saluted the superior officer, even though she loathed everything about him. Merrejk returned her salute and then tossed her a box. Confused, Daala glanced at Merrejk once before she opened it to gaze at its contents. What she saw nearly took her breath away and her head snapped back up at Merrejk for an explanation.

“It seems that the Senator doesn’t want a lowly Ensign escorting her around anymore. The Commandant seems to agree with her.” Standing up, he offered a hand towards Daala. “Congratulations, Lieutenant Daala.”
At a loss for words, Daala took the Captain’s outstretched hand in a firm grasp. Finding her voice, she replied back with a simple, “Thank you, sir.”
Merrejk kept his expression neutral, however disdain was starting to creep into his voice. “Don’t thank me, Lieutenant, thank the Senator and the Commandant. If it was up to me, you’d still be an Ensign instead of a Lieutenant JG.”
Staring coldly at Merrejk, Daala finally lost the last bit of respect she had for the Captain at that moment. Picking off her Ensign rank, she tossed it onto his desk and firmly attached her new rank on her tunic jacket. Then, without formalities of rank, she spun around on her heels and left the steaming captain behind.

Daala spent the remainder of the week escorting Leia around and the two of them shared a few more of their intimate sessions together, first at the Senator’s quarters and then at Daala’s. It pained Daala to see the Senator depart after her visit was done, for she felt that Leia was the first one to truly understand her. As she watched the Princess’ shuttle departed from the Academy landing pad, she wondered if their destinies would ever cross paths again? It was a final thought as the shuttle carrying Princess Leia Organa disappeared into the sky overhead.

A few months later, Daala was called to report immediately to Captain Merrejk’s office. It wasn’t the prospect of facing her superior officer that made Daala hurry to headquarters, but the threatening tone of his voice when she heard Merrejk personally contact her over the comm.
Entering his office, she found the Captain sitting strangely composed behind his desk, his hands interlocked and resting in front of him on his desk. A feeling of uneasiness befell the female Lieutenant JG as she walked with grace up to the front of the desk and saluted Merrejk.
The Captain neither saluted nor motioned for the woman to take a seat. Instead, all he did was hit a switch on his desk and the lights of the office dimmed and a holoprojector came to life. The image that it showed caused Daala’s eyes to widen in a mix of horror, dread, and shock
The picture that the holoprojector showed was the cover of an intergalactic adult tabloid magazine entitled Chix with a picture of Daala sucking Princess Leia’s pussy from their first night's encounter by the pool side together. The feature title simply read:

"Senator Leia Organa’s Sex-Filled Trip to the Carida Naval Academy."

Daala closed her eyes as she tried to think of an explanation to tell her superior. Unfortunately, Merrejk didn’t give her enough of time to think.
“So this is how you got your promotion, Lieutenant? By screwing the Princess of the Royal House of Alderaan, who happens to be a very influential member of the Imperial Senate?” asked Merrejk.
“How did these pictures come about?” Daala demanded.
“COMPNOR is still trying to track down the spies who acquired these images. Lucky enough, we were able to pursuade the publisher from not releasing that issue.” Merrejk’s eyes narrowed. “However, that still doesn’t erase your part in this whole affair.”
Daala glanced back at the tabloid cover and stared in disbelief at what she saw. Then she noticed a small headline in the lower portion of the cover that simply read:

"Exclusive Photos of Carida’s Gang Rape!

Daala felt her mouth drop wide open. “Whoever did this also raped me, sir!”
Merrejk’s expression flickered for a second before becoming stern again. “How so?”
Daala pointed to the exclusive at the bottom right head corner. “Unless you had another female going through the Academy recently, sir, I’ve been the only woman here for a while and the only one to be sexual assaulted during my training.”
Glancing down, Merrejk saw the article and flicked to it in the tabloid. The image that greeted Daala sent her thoughts flashing back to the night she was brutally gang raped in the woods during a training exercise. It took all her strength for her to gaze at the picture of herself being held down and raped.
The nostrils on Merrejk’s face flared. “No one should have those photographs. The only copies were the ones that were placed in an Imperial CID file and encrypted. No one should have access to it!”
“Well someone does,” Daala stated, shocked to learn that the photos even existed.
“It doesn’t matter, the guilty party will be found and brought to justice.” He then looked back at Daala. “As for you, you overeager whore, you’ve been reassigned to mail clerk where you will stay until COMPNOR is finished with their investigation.” A smile then appeared on his face. “You can effectively consider your career in the Imperial Navy over, Lieutenant Daala!”

For the following month, Daala worked fanatically to try and find a way to save her career. She first tried to see if she could get in touch with Senator Organa, but soon abandoned her attempts when Merrejk somehow got wind of it and ordered her access to the HoloNet barred unless accompanied by a superior officer. The next thing she tried to do was seduce her department’s commanding officer into promoting her to another department, but the only thing that came from that was giving him two hand jobs and a blow.
There was only one thing left for her to do. Sitting in her quarters after duty one night, Daala did what she thought she’d never have to resort to, but it was the only chance she had left that would save her fading career before it even had a chance to shine.

The next day, Daala made her way over to the offices of the Internal HoloNet Security agency. Entering the office, she found herself in a room filled with computers and encrypters slicing through the trillion strains of data that followed through the HoloNet per second. It was an impressive sight.
“Can I help you, Lieutenant?” a voice said behind her.
Daala jumped. “Yes,” she said as she turned around and faced strikingly handsome Captain. “I’m looking for a Captain Desanna, sir?”
“That’ll be me, Lieutenant,” the officer replied as he folded his arms across his chest. “Now, what can I do for today?”
Daala shifted uneasily and prayed that she received the right information. “Um, sir, I’ve been informed that, uh, you could-“
Desanna held up his hand and Daala quit talking. He then motioned for her to follow him, which she did. The two officers entered an office and Desanna shut the door behind him and keyed for the lock.
Satisfied, he turned back to the female officer. “Okay. What do you want me to slice into the HoloNet for you?”
“Actually, I was looking for you to slice into both the HoloNet, Carida’s Personnel Data bank, and Imperial File DA-7889-X12,” Daala answered.
“The HoloNet and Data bank is no big deal, Lieutenant. The problem lies with DA-7889-X12,” Desanna replied. “It’s going to cost a bit more to do that, the Data bank, and the HoloNet.”
Daala let out a sigh. “What it’s going to cost me?”
The Captain smiled wickedly. “Four months worth of your pay forwarded to an account I designate and you doing whatever I want for the next eight hours.”
Nodding her head, Daala muttered, “Deal.”

Upon entering his office, the first thing that Captain Merrejk noticed out of place was that his desk’s data display terminal was on. The other thing he noticed was a stack of data discs lying next to a datapad. Setting down his bag, he cautiously walked over behind his desk and glanced down at the running terminal. His eyes narrowed in confusion as the screen displayed his credit account with a transaction of thirty thousand credits deposited into it.
His eyes shifted to see where the deposit originated and his eyes widen in surprised. With a sudden bit of dread building in the core of his stomach, Merrejk picked up the datapad and flicked it on. On the screen it showed two women lying in bed, their arms locked behind each other as their mouths locked together. The Captain recognized both women in the vidscreen.
Ripping out the datacard, he slammed another one in and pictures of a woman getting raped by four men filled the screen. His heart took another jump and his knuckles whitened at seeing the girl’s face.
Inserting another one, the Captain closed his eyes as the logo of Imperial CID appeared on the screen followed by pictures of the raped woman in an Imperial Infirmary.
Slamming the datapad down, Merrejk collapsed into his chair, his fist clutched in uncontrollable anger. “That fucking bitch,” he whispered.
“Are you surprised, Captain?” a voice called out from behind Merrejk. Spinning around, he saw Daala emerging from the shadows in the back of his office. “I know I am!”
Jumping to his feet, he turned to face his accuser and pointed to the datapad on his desk. “What the hell is that, Lieutenant? You know as well as I do I’d never stoop that low nor would I ever do such a thing.”
Daala stared at Merrejk coldly. “It looks to be pretty convincing to me, what with all the evidence there on your desk and fingerprints to prove it as well.”
Realization dawned on the Captain’s face. “You fucking slut. You planted the evidence to frame me!”
“Give the Captain a round of applause, he figured it out quicker than I expected him, too,” Daala sarcastically said. She glanced down at her chronometer. “At this moment, CID agents are on their way to arrest you on the charges of using your rank for personal gain, rape, sodomy, and conduct unbecoming an officer.” An icy smiled appeared on her face. “Captain Merrejk, you can officially consider your career in the Imperial Navy over."
His eyes narrowed and he took a threatening step toward her. “Why?’ he asked.
Daala didn’t back down. “Because, Captain, you’re just like everyone else here at Carida, always trying to find a way to keep me down. Be it through promotion boards or spying on my personal life or demoting me to a department that I’ll be trapped in for the rest of my career. Nevertheless, I loathe you for being a sexist bigot more than anything else.”
“What’s the matter, Lieutenant? You can’t seduce me like everyone else in your gain for a better career?” he asked with a smirk on his face. “I know what you did to my good friend, Senior Drill Sergeant Thul, Lieutenant. So I made sure you’d get assigned to my unit so I could put you back in your place. Women should serve men, not the opposite.”
Daala smirked. “Am I not pretty enough for you, Captain?”
Merrejk glared back. “I’ve seen better women than a whore like you.”
She responded to his taunts by slowly unbuttoning her jacket and opening the front flap, exposing her firm breasts beneath. “They are just as soft and white as the virgins’ you probably were with, Captain. Don’t you want to have some fun with an experienced woman, huh?” Daala gloated.
Merrejk suddenly lashed out with his right hand, catching Daala’s jaw. Letting out a yelp of pain as she wheeled from the blow, Daala tripped on the leg of a chair and went crashing to the floor. Steaming, Merrejk walked over to her and bent down. With one hand, he grabbed Daala’s head as he fished one of her breasts from underneath her bra.
“Why don’t you just shut your whore mouth and suck on your own soft tits,” he exclaimed as he shoved Daala’s mouth down on top of her tit. Keeping a firm grasp on her head, he grabbed one of her hands and brought it down in between her legs and started to force her to rub her cunt. “And while your sucking your own tits, you might as well frig yourself. Come on, you slutty bitch, finger yourself the way you did Senator Organa. You know you want it. Come on, moan like the whore you are!”
Daala could hardly breath as Merrejk held her face against her soft tit. Using every bit of strength she had, she managed to hook a boot underneath one of the Captain’s armpits and push him off of her. As she did so, his arms flailed for support and grabbed one of Daala’s sleeves, only to tear it when she gave him another hard push. Jumping back onto his feet, he noticed that Daala was already moving toward the door.
“Oh no you don’t, you bitch!” he shouted as he intercepted her. “I’m not through with you yet.”
Fighting his grasp, Daala cried out. “He’s raping me!”
Hearing her cry, Merrejk immediately let her go and backed away as he realized that he stepped across the threshold. Breathing heavily, he stared at the woman, who looked back at him, a sinister smile appearing on her face.
“You did it to me again,” he stated. Then he added coldly. “And that’ll be the last time you ever do so.”
He bolted to his desk and grabbed the concealed blaster he had underneath. Coming back up, he turned to bring the weapon to bear on the young female officer only to get her fist planted squarely into his face. The blow was hard enough to knock him to the ground. Rolling, he started to come back up, but Daala was quick, knocking the blaster from his grasp with a kick to the wrist.
Gritting his teeth, the Captain lunged at Daala. She let out a cry of pain as he slammed his shoulder into her stomach and propelled her over the top of his desk. Getting back up, Daala grabbed a glowlamp from the desk and hurled it at the man’s back as he went to retrieve the blaster, hitting him squarely in the spinal area and sending him once again to the floor.
But Merrejk was able to recover quickly and grabbed one of Daala’s legs as she made her way for the fallen weapon. Letting out a surprised yelp as she fell, she reached out for the blaster only to have Merrejk crush a boot heel down on top of her hand. With pain shooting through her entire body, Daala rolled up onto her feet and started back at the Captain, but halted when she saw she was staring down the barrel of the weapon.
Merrejk smiled coldly at her. “No more foreplay.”
Daala let out a small laugh. “You don’t have the guts to do it.”
“Really?” he said as an eyebrow arched on his forehead. “Don’t overestimate your opponents, Lieutenant.”
Smiling, he pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.
Frowning, he pulled the trigger again with the same results as the first time. Yelling in frustration, he threw the useless blaster to the ground and stared icily at Daala, who was smiling at him.
“And never underestimate your enemies,” she finished as she withdrew the real blaster from her trouser waistband.
The two officers stared at each, both seemingly to ignore the demanding knocking noise coming from the office’s closed door.
Merrejk shrugged his shoulders. “It seems you’ve won this round, Lieutenant, but it’ll be the last. I know people in high places and they’ll clear me of these charges. And after that, I’m coming after you!”
“I thought of that as well,” Daala said coldly and flexed her trigger finger.
The bright red bolt caught the Imperial captain squarely in the center of the chest, burning his heart and lungs into a blacken pile of gore. Merrejk eyes opened wide for a brief second before he slumped to the ground, his last breath draining from his mouth. The door suddenly flew open and four men rushed in, blasters drawn. One of them ran past Daala and placed a hand to Merrejk’s neck.
Shaking his head, he stood back up and looked at Daala. “Dammit, Lieutenant, you didn’t have to burn him down!”
“He deserved it,” replied Daala.
With that, she took one last look at the cooling corpse of Captain Merrejk before turning away and strolling out of the office, passing a group of onlookers as she did so.

The following week, Daala went back to IHS offices to see Captain Desanna. Entering, he looked up from his monitoring terminal and gave her a curt nod toward the headlines on Carida’s weekly newspaper.
“I trust everything went well, Lieutenant?” he asked with a smile.
“Better then I was hoping for,” she replied. “Were you able to manage the other task?”
Desanna let out a snort and waved his hand. “Piece of cake,” he said as he tossed a datacard towards Daala. “There you go, a complete pseudonym program made perfectly to represent a more ‘manly’ you.”
“And this will able me to perform in Carida’s Tactical Simulators against the top future fleet commanders’ class here?” she asked.
“What, you doubt me, Lieutenant?” He then gave her a hurt expression. “My ego has been bruised.”
Daala shook her head in disgust. “Stow it, sir. How about the real individuals who’ve made my life here a living hell, any trace of them, yet?”
Desanna sighed. “Whoever did it was very good, Lieutenant. I’ve searched every info pattern I could think of and it all comes back negative. I’m sorry, but the trail is too cold to track.”
Sighing, Daala nodded her head. “Damn. Well, I might still run into them again somewhere down the starlanes.”
“Well, if you ever need help on anything, you know where to find me, Lieutenant.”
Thanking Desanna for all his help, Daala turned and left with her future held tightly in the palm of her hand.

~*~


Part 3: "In The Eyes of Tarkin"

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