(B/N/N)= Badass nickname (Yes, you get to choose it, you're welcome), I apologize for this chapter being a bit short. I'm still proof reading the next one, and it should be up soon than expected. (Yes, I know Pelleaon is suppose to be a Captain in Legends, but he's promoted.)

Day 2

You had a hard time falling asleep from what happened last night. It was spectacular, and just mesmerizing. You wanted more, but at the cost of your crush. You'd also thought to yourself, if he would love you no matter what. Would he hate you for your job as a spy, or working for the wrong team? So many questions rummaged through your mind, till you fell asleep.

The morning had just begun, your alarm clock beeping loudly. You awake from a weird dream, that only you could describe as a nightmare. A group of Rebels and Thrawn all called you a traitor, for killing one of their supporters and spies. They brutally punished you, and send you off to exile. There, you suffered pain from an unknown species. Their job was to torture you till you gave in, and soon. You were awake. Lying in your comfy bed. Sweating like it's no tomorrow.

"Alright alright alright, shud up alarm." You said to your alarm clock and turned it off. With a big loud yawn and a nice big stretch. You stumbled out of bed, wobbling into your clean uniform to start the day once again. That and you possibly had a plan to kill your crush. This broke your heart just thinking about it. You teared up a little as you sniffed. A small tear fell onto your cheek and your nose started running. "I c-can't." No. You shouldn't cry. You'd be seen as weak, and powerless. You stood yourself back up, and made sure everything was perfect.

Out of the blue, you hear a door knock. "Coming" You answered, sniffing before someone sees your puffy eyes. You pressed open the door and a delivery man stood with a small package.

"For (L/N)?" He said in confusion.

"Oh um, yeah, that's me" You faked giggled, as he gave you the package and left. You went back to your room, and opened it to see parts of your nightmare returning. It sort of triggered you, but in an instant. You followed blindly to your orders to kill the traitorous spy. You grabbed the small blaster, with the holster. You slid the holster in your right leg, and hid it in your slacks, along with the small Z1. You questioned everything as you started your day off like any other, until...

10 Minutes later

"Uniform INSPECTION!" Tyrillia barked like it was her value with extreme composure, marching to the Navel soldiers.

Well fuck me in the ass!

When the fuck did Uniform inspection become so intense? That and the illegal blaster was definitely going to get you removed from the Navy. You somehow, wanted to win over some sort of respect in her, even though she'd never listen to your demands. Her full name is Cyra Tryillia. She's from the Outer Rim, like that of Tarkin. Except she is the "queen" of the Outer Rim. She owned it like it was nothing. Moreover of her statues, she is an Admiral like that of Pelleaon, but felt the need to be superior of the one's who already outrank her. So self absorbed, that you could try to punch a sponge, nothing would spew out.

"Every single soldier are fighting for dominance, for the good of the Galaxy, yet none of you are ecstatic to see me?" She roared and sort of gave in to her sarcastic nature. Her green eyes stared deep into your (E/C). You tried to ignore her staring, but she seemed suspicious of your situation. She stomps quickly towards you, while the other officers try not to look at your impending doom.

"Is there something you'd like to tell us (L/N)?" She commands.

"No maime, I don't have anything to share." You said in the best tone you could fine, before you could slap her. More officers enter the room with some of them from the Outer Rim, including Tarkin. His arms behind his back in his usual strut to the situation. He looks at both of you.

"How are the Soldiers coming along Admiral Tyillia?" Tarkin spoke up to her, in his usual Tarkin demeanor.

"They are fine, for now." She glances at Tarkin "I'm speaking to one of my soldiers who seems to be having some trouble." As she turns to face you.

"I highly doubt this young lady has anything to speak about. Quite the contrary, she seems to be presentable, as you observe her." Tarkin defending you on how you looked. You looked the same as you were yesterday. No reason to get upset, right?

"Riiiight, What about the plans to destroy the Rebellion? Have you got anything for us to explain perhaps?" She replied in her most snarkiest she's ever been, with Tarkin interested in what you have to say.

You nervously tense up at the thought of revealing your plans to destroy your crush. Maybe spitting it out, was better than hiding it from her. She knew how to read people like a book. She was brilliant at figuring out who was hiding something from her. So, in a hitch you opened your mouth and looked around the room to find Yaaris not in the room. He should have been here five minutes ago. In an instant, she asked to the other officers except for Tarkin to leave the room, she smirked at the thought of you spilling the beans "Alright, what is it that you need to say. You're secret is safe with us lieutenant." Cyra just enjoyed your torment. This worried you and your brain automatically clicked to speech.

"I know of a Rebel Spy on this ship." You said in one calm breath. There we go, easy.

"You do now do you, have any evidence?" Her arms crossed, foot tapping.

"I believe both of us deserve to know. Don't you think?" Tarkin rolling his eyes. Both of them walked a bit forward.

"Tilts hasn't showed up to this post 1/80a. He is not to be present in any other rooms besides this one until inspection is fulfilled." You spoke as you feel more of your heart break even more. Yaaris was definitely a traitor, you pushed back some of your emotions so Tarkin won't notice.

"True… If he is sick then I'm the one to come to first, that, and he hasn't been answering my demands lately." She debated with you. Her short frizzy orange hair with the rest of her body we're on you. You stepped back a little as she moves closer, with Tarkin doing the same. His eye's bled onto you, he seemed like it was his chance to have evidence of a Rebel spy.

"That rules him out. He has something that the Empire doesn't want to know. I'll do him the favor if you let me continue my mission." Nervously giggling while backing into a wall. Her green glowing eye's became a bit more fascinated on your findings. She puts her arm to block from the exit, as Tarkin leans onto you.

"Then finish it." He says coldly. "Leave no evidence. I'm entrusting you to do so, you little slut." The emphasis on slut made you stood in place.

"Oh yeah, you're one cold hearted Assassin and Spy. I already know who you are." Cyra closing onto your face. "The (B/N/N) such infamy in the Core worlds and even the Outer rim."

You weren't really nervous about both of them knowing, but you also kind of knew both of them was horny. Just the look of them screamed 'fuck me'. Did she also know Thrawn as well? You knew Tarkin did. You didn't want to let them have their way with you to get an answer right away. You knew better, you used to do it when you were younger. It wasn't simple, but you got more than enough to get to the next location.

In the back of your mind, you wanted to know if Cyra was fucking the Grand Admiral, and if he had many different officers come in to relieve their frustration...and he gave them what they wanted in return was sex. This really distracted you, Cyra begins to towards your pants while Tarkin sniffed your hair. You jump and got out of their hold realizing that they were defiantly horny as fuck.

"Oh Ok, thank you, thank you Tryillia and Governor Tarkin. I'll be taking my leave, and we shall prevail. The Rebel's have failed in their mission." Quickly giggling out as you put your hands up and took your leave in a hurry, and figure out some idea's on Tilts location. Tarkin and Tryillia exchanged some debates on you, and how you got the information early. Both of them knew that you had to do something drastic to get the job. They let the rest of the soldiers go into the room for their assignments, and dress inspection as Tarkin leaves the other direction you were headed. You couldn't believe you got away with it. Your heart just boomed at the sight. Both even trusted you to take down a task that you refused to do, but if it meant to get sex from a Chiss, plus on how they worked, then anything would be possible.

Already getting seduced by two Outer Rim drama queens, noice! LOL! ok, this was part of my 3rd chapter, but I decided to break this down so it won't be too long. So, the gore will come later. If you're not a fan of gore, well, you'll just have to wait for the next two chapters. That and I have a job that I'd like to keep. That and I'm almost done with Heir to the Empire. Now I just need the entire trilogy to complete my obsession with Thrwan. I've also gotten a ton of kudos and It makes me really happy to see that some of you want to read a reader insert story with the art freak. Seriously, It makes me smile when you guys like my story. Thank you so much of the feedback, I'll start proof reading the next chapter and I'll keep ya'll posted! :)