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Columns of smoke billowed above the village, leaving a hazy, sensual atmosphere in the air. The remnants of fires smoldered among the ruins, adding an exotic scent to the scene. Imperial troopers moved gracefully through the chaos, their dark red clothing contrasting sharply against the burned structures. Darth Orllah, her body radiating power, stood with her arms folded across her chest, her expression one of fierce determination as she surveyed the destruction. Miley, her eyes glistening with a mix of tears and desire, stood a few paces behind her, captivated by the intensity of the moment.

“Empress!” a trooper called out, making his way towards them. Since the establishment of the New Empire, the soldiers of Port Hassau sported fresh uniforms, symbolizing their allegiance. They wore sleek dark red trousers and shirts, adorned with coal black armor and stylish visored helmets. The emblem of the New Empire, a hexagonal symbol, gleamed above their hearts, accompanied by the emblem of their home city.

“What is it, Captain?” Orllah’s voice dripped with a potent combination of rage and allure.

“We have found the Village Councillor, Ma’am. He has requested to speak with you,” the Captain reported.

Orllah nodded curtly. “Take me to him.”

Miley followed closely behind Orllah and the trooper as they made their way through the village. The triage center, established upon their arrival, stood in stark contrast to the surrounding devastation. A large shelter provided much-needed respite for the wounded, while the Bacta tanks offered hope for those in critical condition. Simple beds lined the shaded area of the tent, offering a place of solace for those with minor injuries. The Councillor, his arm in a sling, sat on one of the beds. He exuded wisdom and resilience, the signs of a life spent outdoors etched into his face.

“The Councillor, Ma’am,” the Captain addressed as they approached.

The old man cleared his throat. “Yes, umm… Greetings, Your Highness. Forgive me… I… I am not sure how I should address you.”

Orllah waved her hand dismissively, her kind undertones surprising Miley. In her recent ascension to Empress, Orllah had come to figure out that not everyone beyond the city knew the proper protocol for addressing her.

“Don’t worry, Councillor,” she said gently. “Tell us what happened here.”

With a grim expression, the Councillor began his profile. “Soldiers… They marched into the village and demanded tribute. I told them that we are good people. We pay our taxes, we fulfill our quotas. They had no right to demand more from us.”

Orllah raised an eyebrow, captivated by the Councillor’s audacity. “You are a bold one, Councillor. I’m surprised they didn’t shoot you for that response.”

A humorless laugh escaped the Councillor’s lips. “They did,” he admitted, raising his injured arm with a wince. “A bolt hit my shoulder. They likely thought I was already dead.”

Orllah’s voice softened as she squeezed the Councillor’s shoulder. “I applaud your loyalty, Councillor,” she said. “The Empire will ensure that you and your people have everything you need to rebuild. One last question. Whose emblem did these soldiers wear?”

The Councillor sighed, his gaze filled with uncertainty. “That’s the thing,” he said glumly. “We thought they were your soldiers.”

A steely resolve settled over Orllah’s features. “Explain,” she demanded.

“They wore Hassau colors,” the Councillor explained. “Blue and gold. But now, seeing these troopers, I do not know who they were…”

Orllah’s expression hardened. “Thank you, Councillor,” she said. “Rest and recover. Captain? Come with me.”

Turning on her heel, Orllah marched away from the triage center, Miley and the Captain hurrying to keep up. Back in the village square, Orllah faced the Captain, her eyes ablaze with anger.

“Have we experienced any instances of desertion since the transition?” she demanded.

The Captain shook his head. “Not to my knowledge, Ma’am.”

Orllah scowled, her suspicions confirmed by the Captain’s response. “Deploy a scouting party immediately,” she commanded. “Find these soldiers and report their location to me without engaging them under any circumstances. Is that clear, Captain?”

The Captain saluted promptly. “Absolutely, Ma’am. I’ll see to it right away.”

Miley watched as the Captain hurried off, already coordinating the operation with his comlink. Turning to Orllah, she tilted her head curiously. “What are you thinking?” she asked.

Orllah’s voice carried a hint of anticipation. “I believe Vess has made his first move.”

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Miley trailed behind Orllah as they navigated the rocky terrain, their footsteps echoing through the air. Clad in a form-fitting black jumpsuit, every curve of her body accentuated, Miley moved with grace and purpose. Sturdy boots adorned her legs, reaching up to her knees. Red ropes crisscrossed her bodysuit, creating an alluring diamond pattern that intensified the sensations between her thighs with each step. A ball gag filled her mouth, her collar embraced her neck, and a leash connected her to Orllah’s belt. Her hands were delightfully free, a sleek blaster pistol nestled against her thigh, ready for whatever lay ahead.

Hours earlier, they had departed from the village, following the scouts’ lead to the rogue soldiers. Riding on a speeder bike, they had raced toward the coordinates, the anticipation building with every passing moment. The soldiers had veered east, disappearing into the vast Savannah known as the Kyger Flats. Concealed within the Flats were various hiding spots, whispers of secret encounters and passionate trysts. The rocky formation they currently weaved through concealed Orllah and Miley as they prepared for their mission.

Orllah tugged on Miley’s leash, a signal to halt. Placing a finger to her lips, Orllah pointed towards a gap between the rocks. Peering through, her eyes glinted mischievously as she spotted a pair of soldiers relieving themselves in the nearby bushes.

Silently, Orllah unclipped Miley’s leash before launching herself into the air. Gracefully landing behind the unsuspecting men, she ignited her unlit lightsaber and plunged it into the heart of one. Before the second soldier could react, Orllah extended her hand, sending him hurtling back into the cliff wall. He gasped for air, hands clutching at his throat as the remnants of his relief trickled down his legs.

“Make a sound, and pain shall be your only companion,” Orllah hissed, her voice a seductive venom.

Miley emerged from her hiding spot, captivated by Orllah’s hypnotizing dominance. “You attacked the village, didn’t you?” she managed to mumble through her gag, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

The soldier, a mix of fear and intrigue flickering in his eyes, managed a nod.

“You’re working for Drok Vess, aren’t you?” Miley questioned, her voice filled with a hunger for answers.

Another nod.

“Are you returning to Nebutal City?” Miley pressed.

Uncertainty clouded the soldier’s face as he hesitated. A sharp yank on his collar from Orllah sent him hurtling towards her, impaled by her saber. His body twitched momentarily before collapsing onto the ground, lifeless.

Muffled by her gag, Miley gasped, the intensity of the moment washing over her.

“He was just a grunt,” Orllah growled, deactivating her saber and taking hold of Miley’s leash once more. “He didn’t have any useful information.”

Miley glanced at the bodies, the thrill of Orllah’s lethal prowess lingering in the air. While she had witnessed her execute enemies before, this time felt different. Orllah wanted more than answers – she craved revenge.

Continuing their stealthy journey through the rocks, they finally reached the edge of the soldier’s camp. As darkness embraced the land, the campfires blazed, casting an alluring glow amidst the vast plains of the Flats. Dozens of soldiers lounged by the fires, indulging in thick, dark liquor, while a few stood guard, their eyes scanning the expansive savannah.

“Stay here,” Orllah commanded, her voice both demanding and seductive. “Wait for my signal. If you have a chance, take the shot, but don’t endanger yourself.”

Miley nodded, biting down on her gag with newfound determination as she unholstered her pistol.

Leaning closer, Orllah pressed her lips against Miley’s forehead before…

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