Star Wars The Old Republic

Mysa grimaced a moment, but then nodded, ‘A–As you wish, Master.’ She got on all-fours and leaned her face down to the floor, her ass sticking up in the air. She started to lap up the puddle she had made on the floor of the torture chamber. Mysa had not felt this degraded and humiliated ever in her life, but what made her more concerned was that a part of her was very much enjoying it. She tried her best to clean the floor in time, grimacing at the taste.

 

When she managed to finish, Garak look at watch.
"Eight minutes, twenty three secends" He said with stoic voice and rise her face to look at him.
"What punishment I should give you? Tell me, how much do fail your time?"

 

Mysa tried not to spit on the floor she had just cleaned with her tongue from the horrible taste in her mouth. She looked up to Garak, ‘H–How much, Master? Erm... one minute and twenty-three seconds with seven minutes limit. And, three minutes and twenty three seconds if it’s five minutes, Master.’

 

Garaks Commlink begins to peep and vibrate.

 

"Hmm... It's seems that someone call me. Slave, put hands behind your head and knee straight. That you will waiting." Garak go outside torture chamber and close the door after him, and open his commlink.
"Lord Garak, who call me?" He said.

 

Mysa did as she was commanded and waited for Garak to return.

 

“This Gar Saxon ,Imperial Supercommando. Me and My Team are assigned to You. Our Ship currently following You. Requesting Docking permission.“

 

Garak fake smile.
"Saxon? Good to know, that not all of you die in last mission. Tell me how many of you are still ready to fight?" He speak polite and give sercet mark to HK-52, who understand in one moment.
"Yes, you have my permision to docking."

HK-52 went inside torture chamber with few things.
"(Comand) You will put this on you meatbag or your reputation will be ruin."
He throw on her dark mask, with only holes on eyes and mouth. And skinny outfit of Hutts slave. (In blue color, like Princess Leia.)

 

Mysa scowled when she saw HK return instead of Garak. She looked at the stuff it threw at her, ‘Do I dare ask why you have this stuff ready, HK?’ Mysa said and put on the clothes that HK-52 gave her. Since the skirt had a clasp at the side and there were no panties, she didn’t even have to get up from her knees and risk getting slapped by the droid. She fastened the bra behind her back and pulled on the mask. ‘Anything else?’

 

"(Inform) Probably you will meet soon your former company, Saxon. (Joy) It will be intresting view, when he will see you in that position. (Idea) I suggest you to change voice or ewen didn't saying anything." HK-52 telling her next information, ignored her question about outfit.

 

‘S–Saxon? Fffuck, not that guy,’ Mysa cursed. She looked to her arm, ‘Did you forget about this and the scar on my back? How am I going to conceal that? He’ll know, what point would it be to change my voice?’

 

Saxons Respond.

“My Squad of Six Supercommandos are ready as well as I am. We beginning Dockingprocedure.“

The Imperial Shuttle begins to Dock onto Garaks Ship and shortly after Saxon and his Six Commandos enter The Ship.

Saxon bows his head slightly in Respect.

“Lord Garak“

 

Garak nod to him, with hands on his hips.
"Comander Saxon, tell your men to take off their helmets and introduce themself. I want to know with who I'm working." Red Sith prefer going to battle with small team where he know everyone, than to stand to large army. Knowing their names are the first step to most effective use them on battle field.

HK-52 shrug his arms, more like human than droid.
" (Question) Why do you think that is my problem? (Stament) People see, what they want to see. They except to see slave with bruise after whipping, not Sith lady in rags. (Inform) That droid was easy mistake with protocolar droids, when he didn't have any weapons. "

 

Saxon nods at his Men and they take their White Helmets off and Introduce themselfes while standing tall and eye The Sith calmly

“Shadow“
“Yuran“
“Dret“
“Opo“
“Krut“
“Demat“

 

Mysa scowled at HK-52 and slumped her shoulders, ‘Fine, we’ll do it like this then.’ She went back into the position Garak had commanded her to before HK-52 came in the door.

 

Garak walk slowly before them, putting in mind every face and name. It wasn't easly, but he know few tricks how to remeber fresh information. "Very well soldiers. Our task are still the same. Catch or kill two Jedi woman, what were hiding in stronghold on mandalore. Can any body tell me, why first mission fail? Any voluntires?"

 

Saxon steps forward.

“Incompetence. Arkad Leto was Commander at The Time and Coordinated The Attack on The Stronghold. Me and My Squad can only do so much. The Imperial Forces had difficulties to breach The Wall due to Minefields and Sniperfire. I managed to enter The Stronghold and Destroy the Shieldgenerator and Save Lady Mysa who was Badly wounded from The Jedi You are after. But then Commander Arkad ordered a Retreat from out of nowhere and without any Reinforcements I had to obey.“

 

"As I read reports, they saying something about others ships what destroyed our heavy ships in space. Any ideas what was that? Republic? Hutts pirates? And why our soldiers didn't noticed that they coming?" That question was more to rest soldiers, than to Saxon.
"You see both Jedi. How do you judge their skills?" That was to Saxon.

 

Mysa Could hear something from talking in corridoor. She could also noticed, that her armor and rest of her possesion was in the box what HK-52 holding.

 

The former Sith Lord turned slave eyed the droid and the box, ‘Saxon must be here already. Why are you carrying around my things, HK?’