Catlula and Wencor arrived back in their room. The twi'lek wore her black armor and jetpack as she followed her commander back into the bedroom. The pains in her leg and shoulder lessened since the time they were acquired, but they still lingered as a reminder of the battle she returned from.

General Wencor removed his uniform shirt and harshly ordered, "Strip."

Catlula nodded and sighed, removing her helmet. She took her armor off her body and stored it back in her closet, exposing much of her skin, save for what was covered by her bra and panties. Then, the twi'lek popped her bra off her large boobs and pulled her panties down her legs, putting both in her closet. She also moved her headwear down her lekku and returned it to her closet. Then, she turned around and saw Wencor sitting on the bed, naked.

The man pointed to his genitals and said, "Come sit."

Catlula gulped with dread filling her mind, but she still obeyed her commander and approached him. Then, she began to sit on Wencor until he grabbed her hips and forced her ass to land on his erect penis.

The twi'lek silently took the pain as the commander forced his dick up her butt. Once the position satisfied the general, he groped and fondled her plump breasts.

Wencor said, "When I saw you killing those rebels, I could not wait to do this to you. You are so sexy when you fight."

Catlula replied, "I would not have had to bail you out if you prepared better for that battle."

The girl's statement excited an anger with Wencor, and he fiercely squeezed her tits, saying, "Do you think you could have done better?"

Catlula winced as the man's fingers dug into her skin and replied, "Yes."

Wencor laughed at the girl and pulled her off his dick, saying, "Back up against the wall, and I will show you the strength it takes to run an army."

Catlula did as the man told her, and Wencor grabbed her neck, forcing his genitals into hers.

The general choked the twi'lek as she moaned and said, "You think a weak tail-head like you could become a leader. You are a silly girl."

Then, the man unloaded into the twi'lek's womb and threw her to the ground.

Wencor said, "Put your clothes on and practice your shooting at the range you little slut. There will be a military meeting in an hour."

The twi'lek hastily rushed her closet and dressed herself in her metal bra, panties, and headwear. Then, she put her tank top and shorts on, grabbed her rifle, and quickly walked out of the room.

After about a minute of walking, she reached the base's large shooting range and set her equipment up at one of the stations. Then, she started shooting targets from two miles away with deadly accuracy.

She imagined the targets to be her commander and thought as she fired on the effigies, "I will show Wencor that I am not a 'weak tail-head'. I will show him who I am and who I will be, an Imperial warrior. Who is he to tear me down when he has clearly proven his incompetence. His troops could barely beat a mildly defended rebel base. I could only imagine the disaster he would face if he attempted to attack a cell with actual funding. Everyone would have to be blind to not notice the man's weakness. He spends too much time indulging in pleasures to act as a competent commander. This army will decay with him leading it, and if nothing changes, the Empire will face humiliation on his behalf. The writing is on the wall, but I doubt he is focused enough to notice it."

As the twi'lek focused down range, she sensed a man approach her. Then, she paused her fire and nervously turned her head, seeing Colonel Cantsol.

The officer stood before Catlula in his professional uniform and said, "Captain, your performance as an infiltrator and a sniper surprised me in the recent battle. I never expected that you would ever show yourself to be that brilliant."

The twi'lek replied, "Thank you, sir."

Cantsol continued, "After the battle, I saw many compare you to the great Thrawn, but I know that you have your own skills that easily show that you are different than the Chiss. I heard that you graduated at the top of your class, and I can see why. You are a very special twi'lek and could very quickly become something great."

Catlula nodded her head and responded, "I would have been nothing without Ackerson."

Cantsol replied, "I'm sure you learned much under him. He was a great man and an even better commander. He spent decades in the service of the Empire since the Empire's inception. I hope to be half the man he was, and I am sure you will prove yourself to be his heir."

Catlula inquired, "His heir?"

Cantsol answered, "Yes, you will be the spiritual successor to his greatness. I am sure he gave some of his wisdom to you in your childhood years at the old base in Tatooine. I know that he would hope for you to continue his legacy"

Catlula responded, "Yes, sir."

Cantsol said, "Good, I hope to see you at the meeting, captain."

Catlula replied, "Thanks, I hope to see you at the meeting as well, colonel"

Then, she returned to shooting targets as Cantsol left.

Seven minutes before the meeting was scheduled, Catlula packed her equipment up and returned to her room to dress in her uniform. As she walked, she thought about the complementary words Colonel Cantsol said to her. She hoped to prove the man right and live up to his expectations.

Suddenly, she opened the door and saw her commander in bed with a light purple twi'lek. They were in each others arms and were clearly naked. The sight left Catlula frozen in shock.

When the commander saw the twi'lek, he commented, "Oh, shit!" and pushed the girl off of him.

The light purple twi'lek looked embarrassed and covered her tits with the blanket.

Catlula asked, "Who is this woman?"

Wencor replied, "Just a slave I bought today."

Catlula panicked in her mind and thought, "Why would Wencor replace me? What could this mean?"

The twi'lek walked to the closet and tried to stay calm, saying, "Well, we need to go to the meeting now."

Wencor replied, "OK, I'll meet you there."

Catlula nodded and put her uniform on, quickly leaving the room as if something we trying to kill her. Then, she rushed to the war room and sat at one of the open seats at the round table. Catlula could hear the officers discusse the recent battle and the success of the assault. She could even hear some of the other Imperial talking about her. She also looked around the room and saw Colonel Cantsol, who sat a few seats away from her.

After a few minutes, General Wencor entered the room and quickly fixed his gaze at Catlula.

Then he pointed at the twi'lek and ordered to the stormtrooper guards in the room, "Restrain that woman."

Before Catlula could do anything in response, two stormtroopers pulled her up and cuffed her hands behind her back.

The twi'lek pleaded, "Why are you doing this?!"

Wencor answered, "I have seen that you have become too much of a threat to me and the Empire." He focused on the stormtroopers and ordered, "Take the girl to the dungeon, strip her, and restrain her by the neck in a mass prison of our prisoners of war. Tell them to do as they want with her. She will be their gift."

One of the armored guards replied, "Yes, sir.", and the two soldiers escorted Catlula out of the room as she pleaded, "I am innocent! I have done nothing wrong!"

The base commander took a seat at the head of the table and said to the shocked crowd, "Anyone wish to say anything?"

Colonel Cantsol cautiously said, "Why did you imprison one of our best soldiers?"

Wencor laughed at the man's inquiry and said, "She was getting too powerful, and we could not let someone like her get too much power. Who know who a twi'lek like her is working for. Surely it isn't the Empire."

No one believed that Catlula was working for a foreign organization, but they were afraid of what would happen if they questioned their commander's words.

Wencor continued, "Any further questions?"

Cantsol replied, "No, sir."