When Catlula returned to her base on Nanth'ri, she hastily walked to her room and removed her armor. Felicia was lying in her bed when the twi'lek entered. The blonde was wearing her usual tank top and shorts, and as her roommate stripped off her armor, she noticed the twi'lek was naked underneath.
Felicia asked Catlula, "What happened to your clothes?"
Catlula replied as she removed the last of her armor, "A Hutt had a secret headquarter in the base. Of course, I was the 'lucky' one who had to find it. If you know anything about the Hutts, you probably know what they did with me. At least I killed a Rancor in the battle."
The last sentence of the statement interested Felicia, who asked, "You killed a Rancor? How?"
As Catlula searched through her closet to grab some clothes, she responded, "The Hutts dropped my weapons into the pit with me, and I threw a thermal grenade into the beast's maw, killing it."
Felicia nodded at the twi'lek's story and said, "Impressive."
Then, Catlula started forcing her metal bra on her body, and the blonde said, "That looks like one of those bras slave dancers wear. Why do you wear that? It looks uncomfortable."
Catlula rolled her eyes as she finished putting her bra on and said, "Our superiors don't allow me to wear bras that work for my body, and these are the only available bras that hold. They weren't as uncomfortable when I got used to them."
Felicia replied, "Oh, OK. I'm glad I don't have to deal with that. It sounds awful."
Catlula nodded at Felicia's reply and finished dressing in her tank top and shorts. She laid her exhausted body in bed once she was clothed.
The twi'lek thought, "Oh, how war can be brutal. The bodies we leave in our wake remind us of our evil. Though, we may be able to feel justified as the souls who once inhabited those bodies would have done the same to us. That is evident by the way they attempted to execute me. Though, what happens when the carnage comes from innocents? Is the pursuit of power a proper justification for bloodshed? I would argue no, but my experience of getting stripped and almost eaten make the situation more ambiguous. I know it should not be, but pain breeds pain. Though, I will not allow my mind to be influenced by trauma. I will promise never to kill an innocent person. I will never let my morality stray that far."
Suddenly, someone knocked on the room door and said, "Catlula, General Ackerson wishes to see you."
Upon hearing the announcement, Catlula sat up and jumped toward the closet while replying, "OK, I'll be there."
The twi'lek grabbed her officer uniform dress and hastily put it on. Then, she quickly paced out of the room and into the hallway.
Eventually, Catlula reached General Ackerson's office and knocked on the door.
The general heard the knocking and said, "Come in."
The twi'lek followed these directions and entered the room, seeing the strong but kind face she had seen many times before.
Catlula sat at the desk across from Ackerson, who cautiously said, "Good job in the battle. I heard you killed a Rancor."
The twi'lek felt the uncomfortable tension of the meeting as both she and the general knew the battle's baggage but did not want to discuss it.
Catlula did not wish to speak about the situation with her commander and replied solemnly, "Thank you, sir."
The sadness on his adopted daughter's face stung the general heart, and he said, "I apologize for what has happened to you and how you have been treated thus far in the army. I thought the terrorist base would be an easy first mission for you. I should have known better."
The twi'lek replied more comfortably, "I don't blame you for any of this. I am an adult now, and you can no longer control my fate. As you know, the Empire can be brutal, and now, those struggles are mine to endure."
Ackerson replied, "I understand that. I wanted to bring you here to promote you to captain for your heroics in the battle."
The general placed the new rank insignia on the desk, and Catlula grabbed it, replacing the old pin with it.
Catlula said, "Thank you, sir. I will fight to the best of my ability as a captain."
Ackerson replied, "I'm sure you will. You can continue with your day now. Love you, Catlula."
The twi'lek left her seat and responded, "I love you too, sir." and left the office.
Catlula walked through the hallway until she reached the base's prison complex. She walked past cell after cell in the prison. Most prisoners were occupied with the injuries they sustained from the guards and the madness from isolation. The twi'lek almost felt pity for many of them, but her loyalty to the Empire stopped that sympathy from reaching her heart. Eventually, Catlula walked to the intended cell, but when she saw two officers talking to each other by the door. Their presence surprised twi'lek, but she still approached the gate.
As Catlula put her hand on the entrance, one of the men said, "Hello, beautiful. Your friend is incredible, but you would be better."
The twi'lek directed her attention toward the men, but before she could say something she would regret, she returned to open the door as the men were not worth her time.
As the door opened, the officer grew annoyed by the girl ignoring them, so the man who called out to her pulled her dress up and grabbed her voluptuous rear, covered by her tight, latex shorts. The action enraged Catlula, who turned around and attempted to remove the hand from her butt to no avail.
The twi'lek firmly demanded, "Get your hands off me, you disgusting creep."
The man laughed and asked the girl, "What will you do if I molest you? You are nothing more than another pathetic twi'lek."
The two men were physically average and were a few inches taller than Catlula, but the twi'lek still punched the man's arm.
The second officer positioned himself behind Catlula and groped her large breasts as he licked her lekku. The saliva felt disgusting against Catlula's smooth skin, and the man's arms felt like a cage. The twi'lek shook her body in the man's grip, but he would not let her go.
The first officer to advantage of his partner's diversion and moved his hand from the girl's butt to the front of her shorts. He pulled on her bottom and shoved his hand into the opening to finger her pussy. The vagina felt warm against the man's finger, and he excitedly smiled.
Catlula quickly noticed the violation of her body, but the men smashed her in between their bodies to subdue her. The twi'lek felt the ecstasy rush through her veins and torture her soul. She attempted to close her vagina on the man's finger, but that only seemed to excite him. Catlula broke down in tears as she felt violated and humiliated.
The officers laughed at the girl's tears, and the first man said to his partner, "Let go of her. I'll force this bitch against the bars and take this to the next level."
The other officer nodded his head and left the girl to his partner. The man quickly pushed the twi'lek against the cell bars and held her using his body. Catlula continued to scream and cry at her assailant, but the officer did not care about her plight. Then, the man pulled his penis out of his pants and replaced his fingers with the member. Catlula screeched in pain as she felt the size and girth of the rod as it tore through her vagina. Then, the member reached her pleasure spot and turned her screams into loud moans. The twi'lek attempted to kick and push the man away from her, but she could not move him. He thrust his way into the woman until he came inside her body. Catlula's pussy juice and the man's cum mixed into a liquid, which seeped out of the vagina and stained her uniform dress. The twi'lek felt weak and light-headed as she stopped struggling and allowed her body to moan with every thrust as tears rolled down her face.
After a few minutes, the officers grew bored, raping the twi'lek, who now could not stand.
The second officer called, "Come on, let's leave this bitch in this slave's cell. One of the guards will let her out of the cell when he finds her there."
The first officer pulled out of the girl and replied, "OK."
The men carried the exhausted girl by her armpits into the cage and sat her against the wall next to the naked purple slave girl, who stared at the men as they brought the twi'lek in and left.