DAALA: IN THE EYES OF TARKIN (3/4)

by The Great Shaggy (Hudson203@hotmail.com)

Rating: NC-17 (for sexual content)

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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Commandant Geoff Kiner of Carida’s Imperial Naval Academy stood at the tip of an aisle amongst the gleaming sea of white that was formed by an entire legion of Imperial stormtroopers standing at attention. It was an extremely impressive view, reserved only for three beings in the entire Empire, and one of them was aboard the shuttle that was setting down on the landing pad at the very edge of the artificially created sea of white.
Taking a long, deep breath, Kiner and his staff started to make their way down the aisle towards the waiting shuttle. The Commandant couldn’t have timed it any better. When the entourage had just neared the nose of the craft, an older-looking individual supporting a similar looking uniform, but with a much more impressive rank insignia displayed across his left breast than that of the Commandant, strolled down the landing ramp with two younger officers at his side.
The older-looking man was roughly the same size as Kiner, but showcased more years of age on his face than that of the Commandant. He had sunken facial features; the skin of which clung to his skull, giving him a skeletal appearance. His thinning, grayish hair was slicked back to reveal his receding hairline. The appearance, however, deceived the viewer for this man carried the complete authority of that of the Emperor on his shoulders.
Kiner came to a brisk salute as the man approached him and his staff. “Welcome to Carida Imperial Naval Academy, Governor Tarkin.”
Returning the Commandant’s salute, Tarkin then gave the assemblage a quick once over. “I’ll give you credit, Commandant Kiner. Your men look outstanding.”
“Thank you, Governor,” responded Kiner, whom then motioned with his hand towards a waiting landspeeder. “Shall we proceed, Governor?”
Nodding his head, Tarkin started to make his way down the aisle towards the waiting speeder. As they walked, Kiner made a slight coughing sound, which caused Tarkin to glance back at him.
“I suppose you’re wondering about my presence here on such short notice, Commandant?” asked Tarkin.
“As a matter of fact, yes I am, Governor.”
Tarkin smiled. “If you must know, I am here to see someone.”
“I presume you're referring to Lieutenant Hurdiss, Governor?”
“If that is the young officer who keeps beating most of our future fleet commanders in tactical ship-to-ship warfare simulations, then yes,” answered Tarkin, a bit of sarcasm into his voice.
Kiner chuckled at the comment, however his face told a different story. What Governor Tarkin didn’t know was that he had already made every effort to locate this Lieutenant Hurdiss. The problem was that there was no such person who existed on Carida. One of Tarkin's officers walking next to Kiner noticed the man's discomfort and turned to Tarkin.
“Excuse me, Governor Tarkin, but I don’t think the Commandant is telling us everything here.”
Kiner glanced at him in annoyance. “And who might you be?”
“This,” Tarkin said as he stopped and looked at Kiner, “is Admiral Motti, my sector’s fleet commander and most trusted advisor.”
Motti nodded his head. “A pleasure to meet you, Commandant. However, the look on your face when the Governor mentioned Lieutenant Hurdiss tells me you want to inform the Governor of something?"
Kiner glared at Motti for a second before turning to face Tarkin, a smile appearing on his face. “Forgive me, Governor Tarkin, but we’re having a bit of difficulty locating Lieutenant Hurdiss.”
Tarkin crossed his arms. “Explain."
“You see, Governor, he doesn’t seem to exist. He's not a real person, but a clever computer pseudonym program that was somehow introduced into the personnel databanks,” explained the Commandant.
“We’ve reason to believe a slicer might have bypassed our digital security walls and overpowered the lock-outs.”
“I see. So you’re telling me that this brilliant fleet tactician is nothing more than a minor criminal who sliced his way into this Academy’s databank and implant a program which enabled him to compete against other officers in simulated starship combat?” asked Tarkin.
“No, Governor,” Kiner hurriedly replied. “That’s not what I meant. Whomever this person is, he is an officer here at this Academy, but we just don't know who he is.”
Closing his eyes, Tarkin let out a long sigh before looking back at the Commandant. “Well this person is the reason I’m here, and I’m more than willing to tear apart the entire Academy to find him!”

*****

“Oh, yes! Yes, yes, give it to me harder!” panted Daala as she ran her hands through her unbraided, fiery red hair.
The older man underneath her groaned as sweat rolled down his face from the effort of keeping her from bouncing off his erected rod. Holding onto her thighs tightly, he slammed the woman's body up and down, driving his cock deep inside her quivering cunt, her hips wiggling with each thrust of his manhood.
Whimpering as the fire of lust within her grew, Daala threw out her hands out as she fell forward, locking them onto the bed’s head post. She felt a sudden moist feeling surrounding one of her nipples and looked down to see him sucking hungrily on her erect nipple. Closing her eyes, she contracted the muscles lining her love tunnel and heard the man gasp in surprise. She then started to gyrate her hips, moving his rod within her as she stimulated her clitoris. A wash of explicit pleasure came over her, a scream erupting from her gasping mouth as her boiling honey pot spilled out over her partner’s erect shaft still buried deep within her spasming cunt.
Her abrupt orgasmic explosion was too much for the man to bear. Pushing her off his waist onto the bed's matress beside him, he rolled over and sat up, rubbing his slick shaft ferociously.
Recovering quickly, Daala grabbed hold of the rod and wrapped her red lips around it, her own love honey stimulating her tongue’s taste buds. Groaning, the man placed his hands on the back of her head as she sucked his cock, rewarding her efforts as he shot his warm load into the back of her mouth.
Daala swallowed his load and proceeded to suck him dry of every last bit of his salty cream. When satisfied, she withdrew his limp rod and gave it a quick kiss before she grabbed her bra laying on the edge of the bed right where she'd thrown it. After retrieving her panties, Daala proceeded to the quarter’s refresher and clean herself up. Upon re-entering the bedroom, she saw her tunic sporting a new rank cylinder and smiled.
“Congratulations, Lieutenant-Commander,” the man said with a smile. “It was well worth it, don’t you think?”
Daala smiled and nodded her head. “Very much so, Sir,” she replied and then lowered her voice as she grabbed her tunic. “Very much so indeed.”

*****

Walking back to her quarters, Daala’s thoughts started to wander a bit. Ever since she got rid of Captain Merrejk, she had been reassigned back to her old duties by her new commanding officer, who had become rather fond of her. He made all sorts of advances on her, but she was able to play his game. She first brushed him off, acting like she wasn’t interested. Later she started giving him little hints that she might, but was never willing to commit. She couldn’t have played it any better for he quickly offered her a promotion if she went to bed with him.
A slight yearning sensation calling for attention between her legs caused Daala to sigh. Her commanding officer wasn’t good at fulfilling her sexual needs. If it wasn’t for her former sexual experience, she might not have been able to achieve an orgasm, even if it was just a small one. No man has ever been able to fulfill her needs since those few nights with Senator Leia Organa. The urge between her legs called out for attention again and Daala realized if a man couldn’t please her, she might as well do it herself.
Walking through the door into the barracks, Daala stopped in mid-stride when she happened to glance into the rec room and saw a group of troopers sitting around the Holonet display, staring in silence. Curious, Daala made her way over and managed to get a good view at the display screen. It was showing a live broadcast of a city in flames, people running in panic as laser bolts danced wildly across the screen. The camera droid then panned over to a group of fallen Imperial stormtroopers lying dead in the street. Cowering behind a barricade were a group of males and females of mixed species, all of them armed with a mixture of privately owned and military weapons. One fired, cutting down an advancing stormtrooper.
Daala watched with the others as more images of battle came across the screen. A TIE fighter flew into view during one scene, trailing smoke and fire as a pursuing Y-Wing fighter laced it with laserfire. A solar panel blew off from a direct hit, causing the stricken craft to plummet to the ground and exploded in fiery throes of death.
“What you’re seeing here is live footage being broadcast across the HoloNet,” the news anchor's voice suddenly announced. “To recap for our viewers just joining us, the entire planet of Jerijador in the Caladron Sector has declared itself free of the rule of the Empire as of 1456 hours standard Galactic Core time.”
“It’s finally happened,” someone in the room said. “We got ourselves a war!”
“I hardly call one planet in open rebellion a war,” another one said.
“This is the sixteenth system along the Galactic Rim to declare itself free from the Empire in the past week,” the anchor announced, ceasing any further argument on the matter. “The Imperial Senate, acting upon the matter, condemned the ruling parties of Jerijador in allowing public opinion to sway their loyalties from that of the Emperor. However, Emperor Palpatine has been rumored to have committed a fleet to the area and it is also rumored that Darth Vader himself will be in command of the task force. Now, a word from our sponsors.”
Leaving, Daala headed back to her room, her mind whirling in a frenzy of information. If planets were declaring themselves in open rebellion against the rightful rule of the Empire and that of the Emperor, sooner or later they would be calling for more ships if the crisis out in the Rims escalated anymore. Maybe she had a shot at commanding her own fleet ship sooner than she thought.
The aching return between her legs caused her thoughts to dawn back to realization. She was woman serving in a man’s fleet. She sighed as she glanced down at her new rank cube and sighed. Even if she could achieve a higher rank, nobody in their right mind would ever allow a woman officer to command a warship.

*****

Captain Desanna nearly fell out of his chair as he glanced over his shoulder to see Commandant Kiner escorting two other officers into the offices of the IHS. Knocking the chair to the floor as he jumped to his feet, saluting the highest-ranking officer in the group, who happened to be the ghastly looking officer of the lot.
Kiner stepped forward. “At ease, Captain. This here is Grand Moff Tarkin and his advisor, Admiral Motti.”
Desanna eyes widen and bowed towards Tarkin. “It’s an honor and pleasure to meet you, Governor. Your reputation precedes you.”

Tarkin kept his expression neutral as he sized up the man before him. “Then you won’t mind me asking a favor of you, Captain?”

“For you, sir, anything,” replied Desanna.

“Who was it that commissioned you to make a pseudonym program for them, Captain?”

It seemed that Tarkin had struck a cord, for the man quickly rocked back onto his heels in shock.

Unaware of his fault, Desanna quickly composed himself before replying. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir”

Tarkin wasn’t convinced. He glanced at Kiner. “Perhaps we should use an alternative means of persuasion here?”

Kiner nodded his head and looked back at Desanna. “Captain, we know about the four months of pay that has been credited to an account held by you. All Governor Tarkin wants is the name of the individual, nothing more, nothing less. If you don’t give it to us, then we’ll have to take a more drastic approach that will cost you dearly if you don’t answer him truthfully now.”

Desanna’s facial features paled. “I get your meaning, sir.” He swallowed. “The person in question you’re looking for is Lieutenant-Commander Daala, sir.”

“Daala?!” the Commandant shouted in a state of shock and disbelief.

“Yes, sir,” replied Desanna.

Confused, Tarkin looked at Kiner for an explanation. “Who is this Lieutenant-Commander Daala?”

“You must be mistaken, Desanna,” Kiner quickly said in an angered tone. “Are you sure that it wasn’t someone other than this--“

“Who is Daala, Commandant?” demanded Tarkin.

Before Kiner could answer, Desanna blurted out. “She’s currently assigned to Personnel, sir.”

Now it was Tarkin’s turn to act surprised. He looked back at Motti, who just shrugged his shoulders. He brushed past Kiner, who was glaring at Desanna, and stepped in front of the Captain, his gaze locking onto his eyes like a sarlacc grasping a hold of its prey.

“What did you say?” he asked in a soft voice.

“She’s currently assigned to Personnel, sir.” He then noticed the surprised expression on Tarkin’s face. “You didn't know Daala was a woman?”

“I do now,” Tarkin tentatively replied.

*****

Panting between gasps and moans, Daala drove the spare barrel of her blaster rifle deep with inside her quivering pussy in a desperate need to relieve her lustful cravings. She pummeled the warm metal rod in and out of her moistened love canal as her warm honey dew spilled freely from the opening, staining the white sheets below her gyrating hips. Deep within her belly raged an intense inferno that was bringing her honey pot to a roaring boil.

Daala smiled as she felt herself ready to burst from being overheated. “Oh yeah, that’s it, oh it feels so good,” she cooed.

Holding on tight, she plunged the metal probe in and out of her cunt as fast as she could as her honey pot threatened to tip over. A sudden sensation coursed through her entire body, causing her to arch her back and scream in anticipation of her upcoming orgasm.

Then there was a knock on her door.

Snapping her head toward the door, Daala shook her head as she continued to abuse her cunt, but she was losing the feeling she had. “Oh, this isn’t happening,” she said softly. A second knocked followed, even more forceful then the first. Tearing the barrel out of her aching cunt, she tossed the instrument underneath her bed and grabbed a robe. “This isn’t happening!” she growled.

Wrapping the material over her lithe, naked form, she stormed over to the door and opened it. She balked when she found herself staring into the smiling, ghastly face of an elderly officer. She had never had the opportunity to meet him before, but she recognized him almost immediately from all the pictures she saw in Imperial history books.

“Governor Tarkin!” she exclaimed as she pulled her loose hair back and tied a quick ponytail. “What an unexpected honor to meet you in person.”

“Charming, my dear,” he said, which caused Daala’s cheeks to flame crimson red. “Lieutenant-Commander Fiora Daala, I presume?” He stopped there and cocked his head. “Or, should I say... Lieutenant Hurdiss?”

The color suddenly drained from her face, which caused the Governor to nod his head approvingly.

“I presume correctly, then,” he finished. “May I come in, Commander?”

She hesitated for a second before stepping off to the side, allowing the Governor to enter, who in turn was followed in by two other officers, one of which made Daala’s heart leap into her throat. Tarkin walked around the cramped quarters, his gaze taking in every single detail. He stopped by her work desk and picked up a datapad that was left on.

He nodded his head as he recognized the title. “I see you've been studying the past conflicts of the Old Republic’s fleet, Commander. Valuable lessons to be learned, don’t you think Motti?”

The unknown officer standing off to Daala’s right responded, “History of past conflicts don’t play a vital role on today’s intergalactic warfare strategies.”

Tarkin shot the Admiral a look of amusement. “You think not, Motti?” He glanced at Daala. “What about you, Commander? What do you think of the history of past conflicts on today’s intergalactic warfare stage?”

Daala bit her lower lip. She didn’t want to be put on the spot to reply to the question, but it didn’t work out like that and now both Motti and the Commandant were staring at her, along with the Governor, waiting for her answer.

“If we don’t learn from our past mistakes, we’re doomed to repeat them, Governor.”

It was stupid answer, Daala knew for sure, but it was the only logical answer she could come up with in the amount of time they’d given her. But, to her surprise, Tarkin nodded his head in agreement.

“Well said, Commander. I can see your mind reviles your beauty. However, we didn’t come to discuss past events in history this evening. Please take a seat.”

It wasn’t a request and Daala knew it. With an unsteady hand, she pulled out a chair away from her small table and sat down. Tarkin came around and sat in the opposite chair, facing the squeamish-looking woman. He motioned to Motti, who walked over and handed the Governor a datapad. Daala watched with all intent as Tarkin flicked on the pad and started peering over reports and files.

Abruptly, he sat the device down and locked eyes with hers. “As you can guess, Commander, we’ve been able to discover your pseudonym program and the alias Lieutenant Hurdiss." He paused for a second before going on. “Commandant Kiner here wishes to bring you up on charges for the Imperial regulations you’ve broken in your quest to better yourself as a fleet officer and to face a general court martial.”

Daala closed her eyes and silently cursed herself for being so stupid. No matter what she has done to get this far, it was going to be ruined by the Commandant’s desire to kick her out of the Imperial military. She let out a long sigh. No matter what she did or how many men she defeated in their own game, she’d always be considered a second-rate officer just because of the fact that she was a woman and not a man.

But, it seemed Tarkin had different plans for the officer sitting before him. “However, given the fact that you've almost soundly defeated every commanding officer on this installation in tactical simulated ship-to-ship combat, I’ve decided to forego the court martial and transfer you to my personal staff.“

Commandant Kiner suddenly came to life as his calm manner eroded into surprise and confusion. “Governor Tarkin, I must protest! This is my investigation, which doesn’t concern you nor your judgment of Lieutenant-Commander Daala here!”

Tarkin slammed a fist on the table, which caused Daala to jump. “Enough of this bickering of yours, Commandant. To punish someone as brilliant in strategic tactics as Commander Daala is highly irrational and irrelevant. Or are you suggesting that a Commandant of an Academy knows better than a Grand Moff whose suggestions and decisions are held in high regard by the Emperor himself? If so, speak your mind or get out!”

For a second, Daala thought by the look on his face that Kiner was going to take up Tarkin on his suggestion and argue his point further to the Governor. But, to Daala’s disappointment, Kiner gave a quick glare at her before turning around and marched out of the room in a huff.

“Now, my dear,” Tarkin continued once Kiner had left. “Where were we?”

*****

Staring at the holographic display table, Daala felt as if the entire galaxy had took a serious turn for the worst. What she was looking at was a tactical nightmare. Ever since she had been assigned to Tarkin’s staff four months ago, she’d been overseeing the actions in the Outer Rims along with Admiral Motti. Out of the sixteen planets in civil unrest, eight were still in open rebellion while the other half were now pacified. However, new problems had arisen since then in the form of pirates and rebel raiders that were attacking Imperial conveys and shipping lanes.

Then, of course, there was a bigger problem than that.

“So,” Tarkin started, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. “Even as these rebellious planets fall back under the Empire’s control, in turn we get a whole new set of problems.”

Clearing his throat, Admiral Motti gestured towards the red markers on the display. “Governor Tarkin, our operations in the systems of civil unrest has stretched our resources too thin,” he stated. “But without the supplies in these convoys, our operations here in the Outer Rims will surely become hampered.”

Tarkin frowned. “And what of our escorts for these convoys? Do they just sit on their backsides while these raiders attack?”

“These rebel raiders use a vast assortment of snubfighters in their raids, Governor," Daala answered, stealing Motti's spotlight. "Mostly old modified Z-95 Headhunters and Y-wing bombers. Both are quick, well shielded and armed, have hyperdrive capability, and they make short work of our escorting TIE fighters and gunboats.”

Tarkin glared at his two sector advisors. “Our pilots are out flown? Our gunboats out fought? And now you’re telling me that we’ve been reduced to assigning Dreadnoughts and cruisers as escorts to make sure these convoys get through in one piece?” Tarkin slammed a fist down on the holoprojector. “What’s next, Star Destroyers?”

“We can’t afford to reassign our Star Destroyers from their current assignment of searching for the enigmatic Rebel Fleet rumored to be operating out here,” Motti replied.

“And that’s exactly what it is, Admiral," stormed Tarkin. "A mystery that no one has been able to confirm nor deny and yet we detached precious Star Destroyers to go chasing ghost sightings of this so-called Rebel Fleet.”

“We can’t afford not to, Governor Tarkin,” replied Motti.
Sighing, Tarkin look at Daala. “And what do you have to say of our current situation here, Commander?

Daala took a moment to calculate her response before answering. “Governor Tarkin, it is in my opinion that chasing around these foolish ghost sightings of a Rebel Fleet is a waste of valuable time, manpower, and resources. For all we know, these rumors might have been manufactured in the first place to draw our attention away from these pirates who continue to raid our convoys.”

Even as she finished she could feel the heat of Motti’s gaze at her, but she didn’t bother to look back at him. If she did, she would show that he could get under her skin and she didn’t want to reveal any sort of weakness to him for exploitation.

“Yes, it would appear that your assumptions may be correct, Commander,” Tarkin agreed, which caused Motti to ball his fist behind his back. “I think its time that we remind these raiding scum whom they’re dealing with here. Commander, I want the Star Destroyers Steadfast, Impervious, and the Reckoning to escort the next convoy.” He looked over at Daala. “Commander, I want you to personally oversee this operation. Take command if you have to, but I want this matter resolved. We shall crush them with one swift stroke!”
“As you wish, Governor Tarkin,” Daala said and bowed. She turned to Motti. “Admiral, with your permission?”

Motti nodded and Daala withdrew from the room, but it wasn’t before that he noticed the Governor watching her backside as she left. He clutched his fist again. When the door had closed, Tarkin walked over to the viewports and stared out into the cold darkness of space.

“You don’t approve, do you, Motti?’ Tarkin asked, breaking the silence in the chamber.

The Admiral didn’t bother to face the Grand Moff. “Of course I agree, Governor Tarkin.”

“Don’t lie to me. I can see it in your manner and the way you speak to me.”

A sigh escaped between Motti’s lips as he turned to face his superior. “No, Governor, I don’t approve of this decision to stop hunting the Rebel Fleet. If there is a considerable hostile force lying in wait out there, we might start losing systems to them before we have a chance to track and eliminate this fleet of theirs.”

Tarkin shook his head in disapproval. “Motti, the fleet, even as vast and mighty as the Imperial Navy, can’t be in every small corner of this galaxy at once. We must prioritize the Empire's needs and deploy the fleet accordingly.” Then Tarkin turned his gaze back toward the starfield and sighed. “But even that is not enough, it seems.”

“Governor?”

“We don’t need more ships or fleets out here for all that does is make our strength weaker in the Core Worlds.” Tarkin paused for a second before continuing. “What the Empire needs is a weapon that will strike fear into the very hearts of our enemies and guarantee the stability of the Empire. A weapon even more powerful and deadlier than that of the entire Imperial Fleet.”

Motti's eyes widened at Tarkin’s suggestion. “Could a weapon of that power even be built, let alone designed, Governor Tarkin?”

“We shall see, Motti,” replied Tarkin with a smile. “We shall see.”

*****

Daala took a deep breath of air and slowly let out it out before nodding to the shuttle’s pilot, who triggered the boarding ramp release. It let released its usual hydraulic hiss, followed by the escaping steam from the atmosphere scrubbers. When the ramp had finally settled upon the gray, metallic deck, she descended rigidly down the metal gangplank, her steps echoing throughout the enormous landing bay of the Imperial Star Destroyer Impervious. Standing at a comfortable distance away from the shuttle was the Destroyer’s commanding officer and executive officer, flanked by an honor guard of Imperial stormtroopers.

Without breaking stride, she made her way over to the welcoming committee. As she approached, she could tell by the ranking officers’ demeanors that they were a bit surprised to see a female officer sent by Governor Tarkin. Halting her advance a few meters from them, she saluted the ship’s colors before turning to the male officers.

“Captain Tion, I’m here to take command of this task force by orders of Grand Moff Tarkin,” she said in a stiff commanding tone of voice.

The middle-aged officer smiled at the woman before him, but she could tell there was no real emotion in what he was trying to display towards her. “Lieutenant-Commander Daala, I presume. I’ve heard much about you,” he said.

As a predator would most likely say to its prey, she thought. “I’m sure that most of the stories you’ve heard about me do not reflect on my command and decision abilities, Captain.”

“You’re talking to a superior-ranking officer, Commander,” the XO suddenly announced, his voice filled with venom.

“And I’m talking to a former ship’s XO who’ll find himself in charge of a deep space listening station on the very fringes of the Empire soon if he doesn’t quickly learn to keep his tongue in check in my presence,” she viciously retorted.

The officer glared at Daala, but ceased any further argument.
Tion nodded his head approvingly at Daala. Not only was she strikingly beautiful, but also very resourceful as well. Those traits might prove to be very useful in the future for his rise to power, he quickly concluded.

“Commander, the honor guard will escort you to your quarters and later on, would you care to dine with me so we can discuss strategies that would be best employed to rid these raiding scum from the Emperor’s shipping lanes?”

Warning alarms started to go off in Daala’s head and she knew right there that he wanted something from her. “I would rather look over the reports of the previous raids to try and formulate a pattern that they might be using, Captain.”

But Tion wouldn’t be so easily dismissed. “I have all those reports currently in my office. If you like, I could share them with you at dinner tonight.”

Sighing, Daala concluded that no matter what she said, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. But this might prove to be a useful meeting in the long run, she decided.

“Alright, Captain Tion, I accept your invitation,” she said.
A predatory grin appeared on the captain’s face. “You’ll find something more comfortable to wear in your quarters for tonight, Commander, and I’ll make sure I’ll bring those reports I’d promised.”

I bet you will, she thought as she allowed the honor guard of stormtroopers to usher her off towards her quarters.

*****

The eveningwear that Tion had supplied for her was not exactly what Daala had been expecting, but she wore it anyway, not wanting to insult her host. The dress was a modified tunic blouse, which was cut just about mid-chest, with a matching skirt attached to it that came down about midway to her knees. It was, however, tight enough for her breasts to jut out the top portion of the dress and to reveal her womanly curves in all their splendored glory. A pair of form fitting, knee-high boots capped the outfit.

Dinner went by uneventfully, which also surprised her. Tion, wearing his dress uniform of the Imperial Navy, made small talk with her during the whole course of the meal. Afterward, they went over the various reports that the captain had brought along with him, just as he promised he would do. After two hours of discussions and planning, Tion stood up from his chair and stretched out his legs, letting out a groan in the process.

Daala, too, stood up to stretch out her aching legs. “If they follow their pattern as the graphics shows, when they arrive to hit the convoy tomorrow, they’ll run headlong into the task force’s fighter wings.”

Tion nodded as he walked over and poured two drinks. “Very predicable these rebel scum are,” he said as he picked up the drinks and walked back over to Daala, offering her a glass. “However, I must admit, that this whole plan wouldn’t have come to fruition if you hadn’t seen a pattern in all those raids. You are a very brilliant tactician, Commander, and I can see why Governor Tarkin appointed you to his command staff.”

Taking her glass from him, she smiled. “Thank you, Captain, but the Governor sees my full potential and not just another pretty face or piece of ass in a uniform, as some officers take women serving in the Imperial Navy for.”

“Are you suggesting I’m one of those?” he asked and then suddenly laughed. “You mistake my intentions, Commander. A lovely lady, such as yourself, shouldn’t come to such a brash conclusion.”

“Not all men serving in the Fleet are such as those of my former superior officers, Captain.”

Tion chuckled as he sat down in a form-fitting chair. “Such as the Governor and myself, I assure you. I’ve also heard that you’ve had the fortune of meeting Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan during your duties on Carida.”

“I was the Senator's personal escort during her visit to the Academy, yes.”

“Remarkable woman, isn’t she, Commander. In fact, I’ve been trying unsuccessfully to arrange a courtship between the two of us.” He glanced down at his cup as he swirled the remaining liquid around. “Maybe someday when I’m in a higher position of authority, she might concede to my proposal.”

What was he getting at, Daala thought as she moved toward the other chair and sat down. “Power and authority have been the downfall of many. Take the Old Republic for instance. Greedy politicians who craved more and more power eventually corrupted it. If it wasn’t for the Emperor, who stabilized the government, who knows how far the Republic would’ve crumbled.”

“And the Jedi as well,” reminded Tion. “It was because of them that we were plagued by such troubles before and after the Clone Wars.”

“Agreed.”

Taking the last sip from his glass, Tion sat it down on the table next to him. “But, individuals who seek to rise through the ranks quicker have to take certain steps to assure their continued advancement, like yourself.”

Daala looked up at the captain and frowned. “Meaning what?”

“Meaning,” he said as he stood up from his chair, “that we both wish to continue our advancement through the ranks to best serve Governor Tarkin and our Emperor. You’re a brilliant tactician and I’m an outstanding fleet commander. Between the two of us, we could make a formidable pair.”

Narrowing her eyes, she gently set her glass down and stood up. “You wish for me to serve under you, then, to help you rise through the ranks and find grace with Governor Tarkin or even that of the Emperor, is that it?”

Tion spread as arms and shrugged, “Why not? I can put you in a place of power that Tarkin never could.”

How dare he speak of the Governor in that way, she thought, after all he’s done for her these past few months. How could Tion possibly think that an offer he had no way of backing up could sway her loyalties? There was more to this charismatic officer than he was willing to reveal. But maybe she could turn that in her favor. Maybe if she could seduce him, she could get an insight on operations that reports could never reflect upon. But just sleeping with him won’t do her plan any good.

She would have to use a more direct approach where she would be able to manipulate him in the future from a craving that he wanted more than anything else. He talked about Senator Organa. Let’s see if she could overmatch his thoughts towards her, she thought?

"Very well, Captain. I shall join you," she took a step toward him, a small grin crossing over her lips. “But I think we should find a way to solidify this merger of interest.”

The captain grinned as he reached over and pulled her closer to him. “And I got just the thing for it, Commander.”

He embraced her and their tongues met as they kissed, twirling in a lust-filled waltz inside their mouths. Reaching up, Tion’s hands groped Daala’s firm tits, squeezing them tightly through the cloth material of her dress, causing her to let out a muffled whimper.

Breaking his embrace, he stared into her gleaming emerald eyes and softly whispered, “Take your clothes off.”

Daala grinned as she wrapped her hands around his neck. “I have a different idea..”

Before he could ask, she took hold of his shoulder blades and with strength that betrayed her figure, pushed him down to his knees and shoved her aching crotch into his face. She smiled wickedly as he held his head against her womanhood.

“Eat me out!” she commanded.

Tion was so filled with lust that his hands immediately jumped underneath her skirt and pulled down the moistened panties she wore underneath, revealing her juicy cunt. Daala arched her back as he nuzzled her tender love lips with the tip of his nose before slipping his tongue between the two aching folds of flesh into her love canal.

With his appendage busy dancing within her dripping tunnel, he brought one of his hands up and began to playfully rub the folds of her pussy with the tip of his fingers, teasing her clitoris out of its hiding spot. He pinched it, causing Daala to relax her hold on his head for a brief second before she knelt down on his shoulders, pushing the both of them to the floor.
With his head pinned between the thighs of her legs, Daala moved her hands to her chest and pulled her tits out of the top folds of her dress. She teased her nipples to harden with her fingers as she began to sway her hips, causing Tion to withdraw his tongue from her pussy lips and concentrate on bombarding her exposed clit with the tip of his tongue, grasping her thighs to steady her on his face.

Gritting her teeth, her pussy lips clutched together and she let a loud scream of jubilance as her warm honey burst out between the folds of her pussy lips, coating Tion’s face, which he hungrily licked up with his tongue before proceeding to eat her dry of her love juices.

Sighing in fulfillment, Daala slowly rose to shaking feet and proceeded to pull down her skirt over her womanhood. “That was great,” she panted.

Tion nodded. “Now its my turn,” he said as he rose to his feet, grinning.

But Daala only let out a long yawn before saying, “That ride tired me out, Captain. Maybe we’ll finish a bit later on after I’ve rested.”

The ship captain’s eyes widened as he watched her gather up the panties that were lying on the floor. “But, I’m not finished. What about my needs?’ he asked as he motioned to the bulge in his trousers.

Daala smiled as she walked up next to him and gave him a quick peck on his forehead. “I’m taking command of the task force tomorrow, Captain. And maybe after we rid the convoy lanes of these rebel scum,” she said as she grabbed his hand and guided it back to her dripping pussy, “Then maybe we’ll finish what we started.”

Releasing his hand, she brushed pass him, deliberately allowing her hand to rub against the hardened bulge in his pants. Tion eyed her as she walked out of the room, wishing for a quick end to these rebel raiders tomorrow so he fuck Commander Daala senseless.

*****

Walking onto the bridge, Admiral Motti halted his advance, his eyes searching for the individual for whom he came to speak with. Spotting the officer, he made his way across the bridge towards Grand Moff Tarkin. Hearing the approaching footsteps upon the gleaming deck behind him, Tarkin glanced over his shoulder to view the approaching officer before turning his attention back to the bridge viewports.

Drawing up next to the aging Governor, Motti held out the datapad in his hand towards his superior. “First reports out of ISPED, Governor,” he announced smoothly.

Tarkin motioned with his hand and the young admiral withdrew the offered datapad. “I’m sure you’ve already looked over the report, Motti, so save me the burden of reading it and just tell me what it says.”

“As you wish, Governor,” the young man replied back. “Reports indicate that Commander Daala assumed command of the task force and engaged the raiders after the Impervious’ commanding officer, a Captain Tion, indicated seeing a pattern in their attacks. All of the raiders’ ships were destroyed with no losses to our side.”

The Governor raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that it was Captain Tion who saw the pattern in the pirates' tactics?”

“That’s what the reports from ISPED read, Governor,” the Admiral replied back flatly.

Sighing, Tarkin nodded his head. “Very well, Motti. Issue a recall to the task force and have Commander Daala report to my office as soon as she arrives.”

“I’ll see to it personally, Governor Tarkin.”

As Motti departed, Tarkin turned back around, his gaze falling upon the swirling gas nebula in the distance.

*****

Daala was fuming as she stormed down the corridors to Governor’s Tarkin’s office, ignoring the causal salutes given to her by enlisted men and junior ranking officers as she passed them. The two stormtroopers flanking either side of the Governor’s office snapped to attention, presenting arms as she neared them. To them, however, she returned their gesture of respect.

Unlike officers, Imperial stormtroopers had a sense of loyalty to their superiors.

Inside the darkened chamber, Tarkin glanced up from the datapad he was viewing as the doors whisked opened and Daala marched in. Just from the posture she had as she made her way over to him, he could tell that she was upset. Setting down the datapad, he cradled his hands in front of him on his pitch-black desk as Daala stopped in front and assumed the position of attention.

“Governor Tarkin, permission to be speak freely, sir,” she started immediately, not bothering to give the proper salute to her superior.

“If you must, Commander, but I will advise you that you’ll be wasting your breath,” he plainly stated. “I already know what you’re going to say and I agree with you. What Captain Tion did was very ambitious of him.”

A smile crossed Tarkin’s face as he saw the stunned look that appeared on the Commander’s beautiful facial features.

He continued. “Tion is an idiot in naval warfare and tactics, however he is good on administrative duties and taking away due credit that was earned and belonged to others, such as yourself. However, there is nothing I can do about it, Commander.”

“He used me to further his own career, Governor Tarkin,” stated Daala. “Doesn’t that mean something? As you said, he’s an idiot in interstellar warfare, yet you see fit to promote him even when you knew he didn’t come up with the strategies. And-”

Tarkin motioned with his hand and Daala fell silent. Reaching into his desk, he withdrew a rank cylinder and placed it on his desk. Glancing up, he saw that Daala’s eyes were locked onto the object.

“I do reward excellence, Commander Daala, or should I say, Captain Daala.”

Raising from the form-fitting chair, Tarkin made his way around the desk. Standing in front of the young woman, he reached up and undid the rank insignia from her tunic and tossed it to the floor. Grabbing the new one, he pinned it promptly onto her chest. As he did so, Daala felt a gentle squeeze on her left breast and her eyes shifted down for a split second to see the Governor’s withered hands groping her mound as he pinned her new rank insignia to her tunic.

“And,” he said as he continued to cradle Daala’s breast through the fabric of her uniform tunic, “I’ll be attending the fifteenth anniversary of the Emperor’s New Order at the Imperial Palace on Coruscant. I would like for you to accompany me.”

“Shouldn’t you bring your wife, Governor, since it’s a state function?” Daala replied.

Tarkin grinned as his hands fell away from her chest. “She never did like formal gatherings, Captain.”

Daala smiled. “Then I’d love too, Governor.”

~*~

To be concluded...


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