17 Lioness (1/2)

Twitch, twitch twitch. Leonia's eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times in the process to clear her sight from her eyelashes. The feeling beneath her was soft, her clothes felt silky and stuck to her sweat moistened body. Her coal black hues moved side to side, taking in the scenery.

The room was rather plain, not very pomp or wealthy. The comforter was grey, the sheets were white and the pillows beneath her head matched the comforter. The walls and ceiling of the room followed the uniform colors of the bedset, a bit darker in scheme though, with the addition of elongated ovular light emplacements.

The air was stale, as she took in slow breaths, she could assume the air was recycled through life support systems. There was very little circulation, moderate at best. It was likely she was on board a vessel of some kind, as the air fell in with the light hum of the Star Dreadnought's reactor.

Her arms helped her prop herself up, depending on her elbows to keep her up. Her eyes narrowed at the outfit which had replaced her Imperial uniform. Her rank insignia was nowhere to be seen.

She found herself dressed in a singular white gown with long sleeves. Gulping quietly to herself as she saw her legs peeking out from underneath of it, she reached down and pulled the edge of her gown up slowly. A sigh of relief crossed over as she found herself wearing knee length white satin bloomers.

She had no problem using her body to manipulate men, but she definitely would've had a problem if someone were to take advantage of her while she was asleep. Thankfully that wasn't the case.

Running her hand through her short black hair, she sat up completely and hung her legs off the side of the bed. She grasped the rims of the mattress and stared off to the side at the window in the room. She immediately saw a planet below, the Planet of Naboo. It was about a sector or so away from where she had grown up.

She closed her eyes as she recalled how she ended up here. A stern, angry, expression crossed her face. Opening her eyes again, ”She shot me,” her voice sounded in an almost disbelieving tone. ”The extraction team member shot me!”

”Don't let it bother you, she's trigger happy andshe never apologizes anyway.”

”That's funny, neither do I!” Leonia went to laugh out loud before pausing for a few moments as she realized the sudden voice had erupted in the room. Her gaze ran across every little inch of the room, yet there was nothing. ”... What the fuck?”

Her mouth hung up a few centimeters in thought. ”Where did that man's voice come from?” She questioned out loud as she moved to her feet and began walking aimlessly around the room.

The girl walked over to the desk which was across from the foot of the bed and stared at the seat which appeared empty, and was facing her. She stepped to the side, and it matched to face her. She clenched her jaw shut as if contemplating whether or not this was a prank of some kind.

Leaning forward slightly, she stuck out her finger to possibly poke whatever was there. She immediately widened her eyes as she felt someone breath on the finger and quickly retracted herself. She stumbled back a few paces before falling onto her backside. ”The hell?!” She cried out in a quiet scream.

That's when a man wearing a modified dark grey Imperial Uniform that had shoulder-to-neck armor, with an inverted Imperial emblem and Grand Moff ranking insignia directly below it, suddenly 'materialized' right in front of her a few paces away. ”Good Mornin' little Lioness,” he addressed her by the meaning of the name Leonia.

”Uuh...” Tavira stared at the handsome man before her, though she was mainly taken in by his rank. It wasn't just any Moff rank, it was a Grand Moff. Which meant he had control of various sectors. Wait, if she recalled correctly before, her extraction was under a Grand Moff's orders.

She almost choked on her own saliva, coughing quietly as she covered her mouth with a closed hand. Personally it sounded rather cute, but also somewhat faked, even if that wasn't the case.

”Tobias, My name is Tobias Rune. Welcome to the Galactic Imperium Ms. Tavira.” The Grand Moff snickered as he looked her over for a few moment.

”The fuck is the Galactic Imperium?” Leonia fought her confusion, she thought he was part of the Galactic Empire. She bit her lower lip as he simply grinned at her as she had asked this question. It was as if he was just waiting for her to ask that very question.

”The Galactic Imperium is my successor state to the Galactic Empire. It holds the ideals of the Imperial way of life, but at the same time corrects the idiotic policies and strategies which were flawed since its beginning.” Tobias gave her that bit of information as he leaned forward in the chair as she remained on the ground.

She stared at him for a few moments hearing him say this. He was a Grand Moff, so he had several sectors worth of Fleets. A single sector had three to thirteen or more star destroyers within the Galactic Empire. And since he was a Grand Moff, he had countless vessels at his disposal.

On top of that, reports from the Battle of Endor which came in before the destruction of the second Death Star, apparently this particular Imperial had their hands on a Star Dreadnought.

All her thoughts paused in that moment as she began to think about the massive vessel. She was on board a Super Star Destroyer, one of the largest ships ever built within the entire Galactic Empire. Though it wasn't the largest ever thought up by the Empire, considering there were other ship classes which hadn't been built.

”So you're not with the Empire,” the realization had blown right over her, she really had been abandoned by the original Empire. Left to rot, left to be eliminated by the Rebels and the New Republic.

The Grand Moff could feel the disappointment, and the relief, which was emphatically written all over her body language and within her thoughts.