((This is the first part! Not sure where it's going but we'll see, shall we? There will be smut later if I continue! ;) ))
Commander Raina Von waited. They were due to dock soon. A medical team was on standby, one of them was gravely injured.
"Catch me, Vida!" The delightful calls of children having fun in her mind reinforced her decision – This was the right thing to do.
"If he likes you and you like him, it's not that difficult, just go for it!" Teenage advice, one female to another. One who knew the territory versus one who didn't - This was the right thing to do.
"Arkanis? But…. But that's an Imperial Academy…." That one made her falter - But this was the right thing to do.
Her base was impressive. Stone built like an old fort but modernized for all the contemporary comforts that one could want. She felt it suited her. Strong and enduring but willing and able to adapt. If that wasn't displayed today, it never would be.
"Touching down, Commander." One of her staff informed her quietly from over her shoulder.
"Thank you." The medical team waited to her right, ready to take the injured one to the medical bay but there was silence in the hall. The hum of the elevator broke it and Raina readied herself. They were just more visitors. That was all. There was nothing special about them.
Raina was stood several meters directly in front of the elevator on the bottom steps of wide, ornate staircase. On either side of her step, she was flanked by an ugly, statuesque beast. Perfectly still, barely breathing and sitting bolt upright; these vile creatures were her pride and joy. Vornskr. They were of the canine variety from Myrkr with something of a savage reputation. These two were no different. Both held their height at past her hips; black, scrawny and almost skeletal with long heads, piercing facial features, great red eyes and pricked ears.
With teeth like knives, heavy clawed paws and mightily strong; they were a thing of nightmares. Their tails, though curved subtly behind them was one of their deadliest weapons. Lengthy and thin, they acted as whips. Previously bred and used to kill Jedi (with an ability to sense the Force), they were a guarantee of protection. She trained them both to an exceptional standard, having acquired them as a present to herself upon making the post of Commander. Who said money can't buy loyalty?
When the elevator finally opened, this powerful individual was the first thing they saw. Well, the conscious ones anyway. She couldn't exactly be missed. Though she wasn't very tall, she was imposing. Stood straight in knee-high black heeled boots, almost peroxide blonde kinks weaved their way down the front and back of her uniform, draping over her chest and shoulders unchecked. Her hands clasped behind her back which pushed out her chest which (she'd been told) didn't need help to be emphasized. The uniform, though somewhat unorthodox for a Republican base was all black and quite tight.
She liked it that way. Confidence in herself gave her confidence over her troops and if she felt sexy…. Hell yeah, why not? With her blaster secured tightly to her belt and the Vornskr at her side, she was rather untouchable. She cast a careless glance as the medical team scurried forward to relieve a pair of Stormtroopers of the unconscious form that she assumed was Kylo Ren.
"Give him everything he needs. Nothing spared." She spoke to the medical team then to the Stormtroopers. "You may accompany him." Her voice wasn't quite as cruel as she looked. The Stormtroopers looked to their superiors and followed after the medical team when they were given the clear. There was quiet while the team left.
Her Vornskr started to react; whether it was the blood or the Force they smelled, she didn't know. In that time, she took in his visitors. Both were exceptionally tall. The male had a confidence about himself but that came with the rank of General. Yes, she knew who he was. His reputation preceded him. Red, carefully styled hair, pale pallid skin, icy blue eyes, pristine black uniform. Staunch, unwavering, disciplined. Yes, he was someone she could have fun with. The other, however, was hidden beneath an abundance of chrome Stormtrooper armour though it was dirty and dented. However, Raina knew everything about her. Of course she knew she was female.
"Take off that mask. You don't need it." The Commander's voice echoed across the empty space, unconsciously mirroring some of the last words Han Solo ever said to his son. Hux heard Phasma curse quietly under the helmet. This would be interesting. He'd never seen her face. Nor did he know how they'd come to be on this base. He'd hold his tongue for now. He wanted to see how this played out. Grudgingly. Phasma pulled off the silver helmet and dropped it on the ground with a metallic thud. The similarities were there, the same blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin though Raina looked far less frustrated and agitated than Phasma.
Raina looked slightly amused, smug even at the other woman's disdain. Phasma's short hair stuck to her in sticky strands from the helmet and she tried desperately to push it back off her face as Hux stared at her.
"So, Starkiller is no more?" It was said conversationally but goading undertones bubbled beneath it. "About time too. Fucking thing was an eyesore." Phasma restrained herself. The First Order was her life and Raina knew it. They were out of harm's way for now, Kylo Ren was being treated but it was all being done under Raina's good graces.
"Tigani. Nami." Both Vornskr were called gently and padded after her when she turned on her heel and headed up the steps, turning right where the staircase split. Phasma took off at a stride after her, Hux not far behind. They followed her to a rather spacious office and study where she stood waiting for them to sit. The Vornskr had already done so, on either side of a black leather arm chair across a caf table from a similar black leather sofa.
The new arrivals took their seats without question and so did she.
"I see you didn't get a haircut." Phasma observed somewhat scathingly, eyes flickering to Raina's luscious blonde waves.
"I see you did." The other countered with an arched eyebrow, noticing the severe haircut of the woman opposite. A tense silence followed.
"It's good to see you." Raina offered diplomatically to the taller female as she crossed her legs, ignoring the General for the moment.
"And you." Phasma answered grudgingly which made the Commander crack a brief laugh.
"You always were a terrible liar. You want to be here as much as I want you here, we both know it." The Captain narrowed her eyes at the marginally younger woman she hadn't seen in years. She hadn't really changed. She'd…. developed. She'd grown into herself, carried herself with confidence and vanity.
"So why did you let us come here?!" Phasma demanded, getting more flustered though Raina brushed it off.
"Because that's what families do for each other, Vida." The Commander answered, suddenly cold. General Hux stiffened. Vida was her first name? They were related? "Not that you'd know anything about that."
"Still sore about the path I chose?" Vida mocked, knowing what drove her cousin to such bitterness.
"The second you stepped on that ship to Arkanis, you turned your back on your family!" Raina barked in reply, ignoring the increasing look of mortification on Hux's ashen face. It didn't seem like an argument he should have been listening in on.
"You could have come with me, imagine what we could have done!"
"I wouldn't lower myself to the First Order." Raina drawled luxuriously, sitting back in her chair, crossing her legs and examining her nails. Hux had to try not to take it personally. "I don't answer to anyone, Vida. I'm in charge here, no one else."
"I see you still keep a whip in your boot." It was an offhanded observation but Vida managed to make it cutting. "Still making your way through your staff?"
What should have been an insult was greeted with a vicious cackle. It shook Vida but she wouldn't dare show or admit it. Especially when said whip was removed from her boot and laid on the coffee table. A sly glance at the General saw him pale a shade before she looked back to her cousin.
"It's a tauntaun crop and you know it. But male conquest was never your forte, was it? Another reason you clung to me growing up! To get noticed!" Vida jumped to her feet to tower over her cousin and Raina stared back at her casually, daring her to do something. The growls from the Vornskr were enough to stop her.
"I'll have you shown to your rooms. You must be tired from watching your own base be blown into a million pieces." It was said sweetly and with derision but Vida had already left and the door whirred shut behind her. It was her and the General. She watched him pointedly but said nothing while he did everything to avoid eye contact.
"You seem tense, General." Raina noted with a quirked eyebrow in his direction. Being addressed by her automatically made him drag his eyes to her. He was used to a whole different type of woman. He was used to the submissive females that made up his staff (not necessarily in a sexual way) but this woman would probably eat them alive. He really didn't know what to do with her. Not when she looked at him like that anyway. "You should unwind."