Katarn's Conquests

Episode IX:  Admiral, Director and Spy

Kyle allowed himself an hour to stroll back from Qwi Xux's quarters in Maw Installation, partly to keep up Isard's cover story of him serving as her aide during the inspection, and partly to see if he could glean any useful intelligence the Rebel Alliance could use.

If he survived the mission, Kyle thought darkly.

Unfortunately, there was little that Kyle could see that seemed of value.  Maybe if he could manage a data dump from their computer system, but there wasn't a chance in hell that it would go unnoticed.  Kyle would be caught, tortured and likely tossed out the airlock to be pulled into one of the innumerable black holes surrounding the station complex.  That pretty much whittled Kyle's options down to keeping his ears open and listening.

At last Kyle made his way back to Admiral Daala's suite to find a stormtrooper standing at attention beside the entrance.

"Commander!"  The trooper's filtered voice crackled through his helmet speaker.

"Trooper,"  Kyle nodded to him.  "Is the admiral in?"

"No, sir."  The trooper gestured to the door.  "Admiral Daala requested that you await her inside, and to avail yourself of her suite, as she was not certain when she would return."

"Very well."  Kyle acknowledged, wondering if there was a problem.  Nothing he could do if there were, after all.  "You are relieved."

"Sir."  The trooper saluted and spun neatly on his heel, marching briskly down the corridor.

Kyle entered the admiral's suite, glancing briefly at the large desk where he had ravished Daala just a couple hours ago, and the large transparisteel view port behind it she had been pressed against as he pleasured her a second time.  Kyle looked to his right and saw an open door leading to a small conference room, and to his left was another passage that led to the admiral's bedchamber.  Yawning, Kyle decided some rest was in order and made for the bed, kicking off his boots and dimming the lights.  He lay down and was asleep in moments.

He woke with a start as raised voices drifted in through the doorway.  Kyle rose up on his elbows, but could not see anything from his current angle of the door.  He rolled out of bed, straightening his uniform reflexively, and moved to the bedroom door, peering out in time to see the conference room's door slide shut.  The raised voices could still be clearly heard, however, in heated argument.

"Do not presume to give me orders, Madame Director!"  Daala's voice was filled with regal authority befitting an admiral, even one so young as she.  "I might salute you in front of the troops to keep up appearances, but you have no authority here.  This is my installation, my command!"

"Tread carefully, Admiral."  Isard murmured with dangerous calm, her explosive temper simmering beneath the veneer of cool intellect.  "You've been cooped up in this backwater post too long nursing your ego.  Intelligence is the real power in the Empire.  Your precious Death Star would be so much over-budgeted planetary ornamentation without proper intelligence telling them where to go, what to do.  You will request an officer from my staff for assignment here!"

"I won't have any of your self-righteous goons intimidating my researchers!"  Daala snapped back.  "Request the assignment yourself, Isard.  Oh..."  She affected a tone of mock embarrassment.  "...that's right, you can't."

"How dare you!"  Isard hissed, her fury coming to the fore.

"You aren't even authorized to know this installation even exists."  Daala said, and Kyle could hear the sneer in her tone.  "How can you request to have your people on a top-secret weapons research station that doesn't exist?  And now that I think about it... Isn't it strange the Emperor has kept you out of the loop."

"Don't."  Isard did not speak as much as let out a choked sounding growl.

"As... intimate as you are with him, that seems like a very pointed omission."  Daala pushed on.

"I didn't prostitute myself to a Grand Moff to advance my career."  Isard shot back, sounding as though she were clenching her teeth.

"We both do what we have to do."  Daala said dismissively.  "Clearly, though, what I am doing has earned me Tarkin's full confidence while the Emperor withholds vital information from you.  Perhaps you are lacking in the skills required."

"You scum-sucking wench!"  Isard screamed, all civility gone.

Kyle heard the sharp smack of what sounded like an open-palmed slap across the face.  Then came a scuffling sound of boots sliding across the deck, along with several low thuds that were probably body blows.  His mind raced, wondering what to do.  Should he intervene, break up the fight?  Or should he let the two of them kill each other?  Perhaps he could even go in, kill them both and then use their own scuffle to cover the assassinations.

The door to the conference room across from him opened and the two women came tumbling out, punching and kicking at each other violently.  Daala was acquitting herself well, keeping her strikes measured and direct with perfect form, landing text-book punches to Isard's abdomen.  Ysanne Isard was also a fierce fighter, though her style was far more random, with wild swings that kept Daala off balance, and connecting a few solid kicks now and again.

Isard bumped up against the desk and Daala closed in, grappling with her.  They each reached for each other's throats, tipping themselves over onto the desk with Daala on top, her fingers wrapping around Isard's slender throat.  Isard glared up at her with her red and blue eyes shining with madness.  She grasped Daala's wrists and strained with effort, slowly pealing the admiral's death-grip from her throat.  With a sudden vicious knee to the admiral's stomach, Isard gained the advantage, rolling Daala beneath her and pinning her arms to the desk.

"You disgust me!"  Daala snarled up at her defiantly.

"All the better!"  Isard grinned maniacally and then promptly kissed Daala full on the lips.

Kyle's jaw dropped wide open as he saw Daala respond, not with resistance, but heated passion, her head rising up to meet Isard's lips.  Isard released Daala's wrists and the two women wrapped themselves together, hands roaming over each other's uniforms, their breaths coming raggedly as they broke off the kiss just long enough to inhale before once more hungrily drinking from one another's lips.

He stood silently, watching in abject shock.  Kyle was certain that fight had been real, the punches and kicks were certainly no act.  But now here was an Imperial Navy Admiral and the Director of Imperial Intelligence entwined together on the admiral's desk in the middle of a cluster of black holes.  Kyle shook his head, wondering if perhaps he was somehow still asleep in Isard's gunboat, but as soon as they started stripping the uniforms from each other, Kyle did not care one way or the other.

Nothing was gentle or loving between Isard and Daala; it appeared that the tension between them during their heated argument was real enough, but that seemed to just add fuel to the lust.  They pulled the clothes from each other, never stopping their kissing for more than a moment.  Kyle half-expected their fight to break out again, so violently did they strip each other.  In a handful of minutes, both women were naked, their bodies wrapped together on top of Daala's desk with their uniforms nothing but a heap of fabric on the floor nearby.

"Let's see..."  Isard hissed, snaking a hand down between their smooth stomachs.  Her fingers found the warm, wet folds between Daala's legs and plunged in boldly.  "There we are."

"Unnngh!"  Daala arched beneath her, feeling Isard's dexterous fingers curling and stroking inside her.  "Oh...SHAVIT!  Yes!"

"That's right, Admiral."  Isard purred, watching the admiral's face strain with pleasure.  "Scream for me."

"Don't....mmmm... give me orders!"  Daala retorted, quickly sliding her right hand to Isard's slit and driving three fingers to the knuckle inside her.

"Ooooh!  Nnnnghaa!"  Isard thrashed on top of Daala as they fingered each other with feral aggressiveness.  Kyle watched Isard's full breasts jiggle, her nipples brushing against Daala's while they both writhed together on the admiral's desk.

"Ahhh!  Oh, STANG!"  Daala gasped, feeling Isard's fingers stroking her deep within in just the right spot.  She reciprocated, bringing a strained cry of pleasure from Isard.  Daala moved her free hand up, running her fingers roughly through Isard's white and black hair.

"I knew...uunghhh... you weren't woman enough to take me!"  Isard cackled madly, keeping her hand busy between Daala's legs, she reached up with the other and grabbed a handful of the admiral's coppery hair, pulling her head up to bring them nose to nose.  "Now I want my scream!"

"You....nnnnghhh... first!"  Daala glared back at her, and jammed her fingers deeper still inside Isard's hot, wet slit, using her thumb to rub the nub her clit.

Isard's mismatched eyes went wide with ecstasy, but the gleam of insanity only burned brighter in them.  Her fingers went wild inside Daala, and the admiral's spine arched as pleasure coursed in ever more intense waves through her.

Kyle watched with rapt attention as both women seemed to lose all semblance of humanity, hissing and screaming at each other while their slender naked bodies thrashed together, glistening with sweat as the minutes ticked by.  If he could have sold tickets to this, he mused, he'd be able to retire and buy his own planet.

"Aaaaaahhh!!!"  Daala wailed, her green eyes rolling back as her orgasm boiled through her.

"Nnnnnghhhh!!!"  Isard gnashed her teeth, her entire body racked with spasms as she came.

Hell, he could of bought out the whole Corporate Sector.

Without a word, Isard rolled onto her back next to Daala and the two women starred up at the ceiling, gasping for breath.  Their breasts rose and fell with each ragged inhale and exhale, glistening with perspiration.

"Does the Emperor suspect?"  Daala asked, finally breaking the silence.

"Of course not."  Isard replied, her voice once again calm and collected.  "As you said, I am not cleared to know of Maw Installation's existence, let alone be here in person.  Grand Moff Tarkin?"

"No." Daala shook her head, still staring up at the ceiling.  "I haven't heard from him in some time."

"I could tell."  Isard grinned coldly.  "This was far better than last time.  Much more violent."

"Damn you."  Daala said, but there was no conviction in her voice.  "But you're right.  What the hell am I doing?"

"Don't kid yourself, Admiral.  You need this."  Isard said simply.  "I need this.  We need it.  That's all there is to it.  Nothing more."

"I hate you."  Daala said, still in that same tired tone.  "You're an insane spook."

"I hate you too."  Isard sneered at the ceiling.  "You're a simple minded martinet."

"But in the name of the Empire..."  Daala took a deep, luxuriating breath.  "I can't get enough of you."

"Agreed."  Isard sighed, nodding.  After another moment of silence she spoke.  "The Ubiqtorate does need an agent on-board--"

"Don't ruin the moment, Isard."  Daala said in a warning tone.  "Though... if you were to leave your Commander Kyle here, I might be tempted to consider your request."

"Unless you have another Death Star to trade, you can forget it."  Isard shook her head, rolling onto her side and gazing up and down Daala's nude body beside her.  "He's mine.  Just be grateful I decided to share."

Kyle felt something disturbingly like pride fill his chest at Isard's instant refusal.  He reminded himself that both of these women were ruthless officials of the Galactic Empire.  But all the same, what man would not walk a little straighter hearing two women in their prime lust after him?  And wasn't his mission to gain their trust in hopes of learning vital intelligence?  He might be able to glean something from either woman one on one, certainly, but who knew what they might divulge in the midst of even more untamed debauchery.

Trusting his instincts, Kyle stepped out from the bedroom doorway and snapped his heels together, coming to attention.

"Commander Kyle, reporting for duty."  He said with a completely straight face, somehow.

"Kyle!"  Isard gasped in surprise.

"Oh,"  Daala sighed heavily.  "I did not expect you to satisfy Xux so quickly."

"What?" Isard snapped, glaring daggers at Daala.  "You're passing my private consort around your research team?"

"Spare me your moral outrage."  Daala dismissed her concerns.  "Qwi Xux is critical to our operations here."  She addressed Kyle.  "And?"

"She seemed very... inspired by our time together."  Kyle said carefully.

"Excellent."  Daala smiled, then glanced awkwardly at Isard.  "It goes without saying that everything you saw and heard between the Director and myself is strictly classified."

"Breathe one word of this to anyone and I'll strap you to the bow of a Star Destroyer."  Isard said evenly, without even the hint of humor in her eyes.  Kyle was quite certain she was not exaggerating.

"Understood."  Kyle nodded.

"Well, this is..."  Daala took a deep breath.  "A very unusual situation."

"Indeed."  Kyle agreed.  "May I... be of some service to you both?"

"Oh yes."  Isard licked her lips as she glanced down at the obvious bulge in Kyle's trousers.  "Yes you can."

"Isard, you cannot be serious."  Daala scoffed, frowning at the other woman.

"On the contrary,"  Isard grinned coldly.  "I think only of the best interests of this installation.  A commander in absolute isolation, without regular communications can become unstable.  And the Grand Moff is not a young man..."

"He's a great man."  Daala snapped angrily, but after a moment her expression softened.  "But his... greatness of spirit is not often matched in body."

"There's no reason for shame, Admiral."  Isard said in a conciliatory tone.  "The Emperor's powers are immense, but in one very crucial area he... is not."

Kyle had to fight valiantly not to smile.  Sure, it wasn't actionable military intelligence, but he couldn't wait to casually mention this little tidbit during his debriefing.  The Empire wouldn't need a Death Star, the Rebel Alliance might simply die laughing.

"Fine."  Daala scooted off the desk and onto her feet.  "Let's do this before I change my mind."

"Bedroom."  Isard got to her feet and, with Daala by her side, followed Kyle into the admiral's chambers.

Kyle walked backward, keeping his eyes on the Isard and Daala, watching their slender hips and long legs as they moved with complete confidence.  And why shouldn't they be self-assured?  The Empire was notoriously sexist, with a infinitesimal proportion of females in the upper echelons, and yet here were two women at the very height of Imperial influence, both in Navy and Intelligence.  Maybe Ysanne Isard leveraged her affair with the Emperor for influence, and perhaps Daala's assignment to Maw Installation had been orchestrated by her lover Grand Moff Tarkin, but Kyle was sure that these two women had reached their undeniable success through their own efforts, with enough drive and ambition to overcome any obstacle in their path and to achieve whatever they set their eyes on.

And right now, their eyes were on Kyle.

The back of his legs met the edge of Daala's bed and Kyle let himself fall back onto the firm mattress.  This was no luxurious furnishing for the pampered or decadent, it was standard Imperial issue.  Daala was a stern woman when she had to be, and even her bed was unyielding. 

Daala and Isard crawled onto the bed, moving to either side of Kyle.  The admiral began unbuttoning Kyle's top while Isard worked on his trousers.  He raised his arms as Daala pulled the fabric up and off, tossing it aside.  Isard yanked his trousers off, leaving him in just his undergarment, his arousal obvious.  With a knowing smirk, Isard pulled the last of Kyle's covering away, letting his manhood spring free, long hard and twitching with readiness.

"So,"  Daala caught Isard's eye.  "Who is first in line?"

"Both of you."  Kyle grinned, lurching up and grabbing both women around the waist and hauling them up off the bed in one sudden motion of brute strength.

"What!?"  Isard gasped in surprise as Kyle rose onto his feet, carrying her across his right shoulder.

"Blast!"  Daala breathed sharply with surprise, her body resting on Kyle's left shoulder with his arm curled around her waist.

Kyle spun around and tossed both women down onto their backs on the bed.  Not giving them a chance to react, Kyle plunged his right hand down into Isard's moist folds and his left into Daala's, sinking his fingers to the knuckle inside both women.

"AAAAAHHH!!!"

Isard and Daala both screamed in unison, their backs arching off the bed as they felt Kyle's fingers probe deep inside them, curling and stroking their intimate flesh with strong, decisive motions.  Kyle watched with a satisfied grin as Daala ran her hands over her lovely breasts, overcome with pleasure.  Isard managed to keep her eyes on Kyle, giving him a lusty grin and reaching down to rub her own clit while Kyle's fingers did their work inside her.

His hands seemed to move of their own volition, wiggling his fingers in their hot, wet sheaths, not too hard and not to gently.  And each of them required their own unique technique.  Isard moaned loudest when Kyle's fingers drove fast and hard, while Daala squirmed in pleasure as he curled his fingers in a steady rhythm.  How he knew what they wanted, Kyle had no idea, but he was in no mood to question his luck.

"Yes!"  Isard's hips bucked against Kyle's hand, her mismatched eyes starting to roll back.  "I'm going to... oh yes!"

"Aaah!"  Daala cried out in agreement.  "Yes, I'm so close!  I'm.... almost..."

And somehow Kyle knew exactly what to do.  His muscular arms bulging with strength, Kyle drove his fingers in deep and twisted his wrists a quarter turn.  The results were immediate.

"YES! YES!  Oh, YES!!!"  Daala wailed, convulsing on the bed in a violent orgasm.

"Aaaagh!  Ohhh!  I...NNNGHAA!!!"  Isard lost control, her entire body shaking as her climax ripped through her.

Not giving them time to recover, Kyle withdrew his hands from between their legs, running his fingers up over their smooth stomachs to their breasts, groping them as they rode out the last spasms of their orgasms.  He crawled onto the bed between them as he massaged their soft mounds while they caught their breath.  Isard's eyes were once again filled with that unhinged look that sent a chill up Kyle's spine, and Daala looked up at him with green eyes gleaming with desire.

"Come on, then."  Isard hissed, grasping Kyle's manhood with her left hand and pumping the solid length of flesh furiously.

"Unngh!" Kyle grunted, giving Isard's nipple a pinch in retaliation.

"OH!"  She gasped with surprise.

Daala grabbed Kyle's sac with her right hand, playing with his testicles while Isard continued jerking at his cock, forcing a low moan from Kyle.  He breathed deeply, his broad chest ripping with muscle as the two Imperial women handled his loins with skilled hands.

Kyle moved his hands to grasp the back of each woman's neck, pulling them up into a sitting position on either side of him.  He reached up, cupping the back of their heads and roughly pressed their lips together.  For a moment, each woman resisted, but soon their desire overrode their hesitation and they melted against each other, kissing deeply.  Their hands still worked at Kyle's groin, stroking his cock and massaging his sac with enthusiastic efforts.

As they kissed, Kyle ran his hands down their backs to their smooth, shapely butts, grabbing their toned glutes firmly.  He squeezed, comparing them.  Both women were in fine shape, keeping their bodies in pristine condition.  Eager to continue the comparison, Kyle gently pushed the women over onto their sides, still embracing each other and kissing.  This time, Daala seemed to take the upper hand and rolled on top.

Without hesitating, Kyle reached down and guided himself into Daala's womanhood, plunging his cock between her wet nether lips.  He then slapped her butt with his open palm, and Daala broke her kiss with Isard to yelp with pleasured surprise.

"You taught him that, didn't you?"  She glared down at Isard even as Kyle began thrusting into her.

"Of course."  Isard smirked up at her.

"Ooooh!  Mmmm....I really do hate you."  Daala growled, lunging back down to cover Isard's lips with her own, their tongues wrestling back and forth in their mouths.

Isard snaked a hand down between their bodies, finding Daala's clit, and began rubbing it zealously as Kyle thrust steadily into the admiral.  Daala was overwhelmed, moaning into Isard's mouth as pleasure boiled up from both Kyle's unrelenting cock and Isard's talented fingers.  She began moving on top of Isard in time with Kyle's thrusts, rubbing her naked body against Isard's, nipples teasing each other.

Kyle let his hands roam over Daala's bare back as he kept up the pace, pumping his hard cock into her warm vessel again and again.  He watched her spine undulate as she rubbed herself against Isard beneath her, their moans of pleasure muffled in each other's mouths.

Still stroking Daala's clit with one hand, Isard broke their lusty kiss and scooted down, trailing her tongue over Daala's throat and stopping for a moment at her breasts.  Isard caught Daala's left nipple between her teeth, nibbling at the sensitive tip while her fingers kept working on the admiral's nub as Kyle's cock continued pumping steadily from behind.

"Oh, yes!"  Daala moaned, losing herself to the combined sensations of Kyle's manhood driving into her, Isard's fingers on her clit and her teeth and tongue teasing her breasts.  All the pressures of command were forgotten, all the strain and sacrifices she had made in her career were gone.  All she had now was the immediate pleasure and it was all consuming.

Isard moved down further, licking down Daala's toned abs and finally letting her tongue take over the ravishing of Daala's clit, allowing her hand to move to grab Kyle's sac as it swung with each of his thrusts.

"Unnghhh!"  Kyle grunted deep in his throat, feeling Isard's slender fingers wrap around his testicles even as he pumped powerfully inside Daala's hot sheath.  Isard's free hand began caressing his butt, feeling his glutes flexing with every thrust.

"Mmmm..."  Isard moaned gently against Daala's clit, sending a strong shiver through the admiral's sweaty, naked body.

"Damn you, Isard!  Ooooh!  Yes!"  Daala hissed through clenched teeth, cursing and praising Ysanne Isard in equal measure.  "I'm almost..."

Kyle placed his hands on Daala's hips, bucking hard into her and feeling Isard's fingers squeezing his sac playfully and digging into the solid muscle of his buttocks.  For some reason that Kyle did not really want to understand, Isard's ministrations drove him to thrust harder than he would have preferred, but Daala responded wonderfully, rearing back into his thrusts with her own as they both raced together toward a shared climax that detonated within them in a brilliant explosion of pleasure.

"Kyle!  YES!  Isard!  Oh, KYLE!!!"  Daala wailed, her body thrashing in orgasm.

"ADMIRAL!"  Kyle roared, burying his cock in Daala's convulsing vessel and pouring himself into her, feeling her body tug and pull at his erupting loins.

"Perfect!"  Isard whispered beneath them, feeling Kyle's testicles quivering in her hand.  She watched the base of his cock pulsate, buried to the hilt inside Daala's slit.

Her red and blue eyes shimmering with desire, Isard shoved Kyle and Daala over, both still reeling from their orgasms.  Kyle found himself on his back, and Isard crawled toward him on his right, sitting down on the bed with her butt resting just beside Kyle's right hip.  She draped her long legs over his abs and upper thighs, with his still very much erect manhood standing at attention between her thighs, just inches from her moist folds.

Daala was finally recovered, and looked over to see Isard gesturing expectantly for her to join them.  Frowning in confusion, Daala shook her head in a silent question.  Isard sighed heavily with obvious impatience and scooted in to bring her nether lips up against Kyle's long, solid shaft.  Realization instantly dawned in Daala's green eyes and she crawled over eagerly, her coppery hair dangling wildly over half her face.  She swung her legs over Isard's, bringing her own womanhood to press against the opposite side of Kyle's prominent erection.

"Oh... shavit."  Kyle cursed under his breath, bracing himself.

Isard and Daala both started moving, grinding their nether lips against each other with Kyle's cock squeezed tightly between them.  He felt their warm, wet flesh embrace him, sliding up and down and around his entire length.  He looked from one to the other, watching Isard and Daala's breasts heave as they moved their naked, sweat-slick bodies against him in wild, frenzied undulations.

Kyle's hands clawed at the sheets beneath him, his athletic torso rippling with muscle as he strained to control the pleasure coursing up from his loins as the two Imperial women ground on his cock, their voices screaming undignified cries of ecstasy as they gave themselves completely over to the pure sensual lust that had become palpable in the air.  These two women very much hated each other, yet here they were, grinding on Kyle's throbbing shaft like two cathars in heat.

It was too much for any of them to handle for long, and with three voices screaming in climax, they came together.  Kyle's cock jerked violently, squeezed tightly between Daala and Isard's nether lips.  Isard arched her back, watching as Kyle's seed shot up before raining back down pleasurably against her clit.  Daala shuddered in orgasm, feeling the warm volleys pelt her hips.  Kyle felt the flood of the both women's climaxes running down his shaft and around his sac even as the last spasms shook his loins.

* * *

The rest of the night had been a relative blur after the fact, but Kyle could remember being impressed with Isard's flexibility and Daala's stamina.  Very few words had been spoken, he was certain of that, and once or twice he had feared that the two women would again come to blows even in the middle of their tryst.  Isard had vacillated between her two extremes several times, gentle one moment and a feral sex-crazed animal the next.  Daala was more consistent, but no less talented with her body, riding Kyle with both passion and precision.

Eventually Kyle woke to find both women asleep, their heads resting on his broad chest, and his arms around them.  Once again, Kyle mused, with just a quick twist of his arms, he could eliminate two of the most high-value individuals in the Empire.  But even if that were a part of his mission, after what they had just shared, no matter that it had been more raw lust than any true affection, he knew he couldn't harm them.

Isard and Daala finally stirred, and there was a very awkward moment as they locked eyes across Kyle's chest.  Daala's lip twisted in obvious self-loathing, but she turned to Kyle and managed a wan smile.

"Well done, Commander Kyle."  She said, gently stroking his abdomen.  She cast a sharp glance at Isard.  "It is a shame you two must be leaving so soon."

"Right."  Isard snorted, her fingers absently outlining Kyle's pectorals.  "Our inspection is complete, Commander.  We should be on our way."

They all got out of the bed, all three of them still very much naked.  Daala gestured toward the adjoining sonic shower and Isard started it up, letting the sound waves wash over her.  Kyle joined her, glancing back with an obvious invitation.

"No, Commander."  Daala shook her head, a hint of sadness in her eyes.  She looked pointedly at Isard.  "I think the three of us have done quite enough R&R for the time being."

"You could simply enjoy the shower with us, Admiral."  Isard scoffed.  "Unless you don't trust yourself to be naked with me again."

Daala set her jaw but remained silent, glaring blaster bolts at Isard as she and Kyle finished their shower.  They dressed while Daala took her turn in the sonic, and soon all three of them were back in uniform.

"Your gunboat will be prepped and ready for you."  Daala said, snapping to attention in front of Isard.  "It was a... pleasure as always, Madam Director."

"Continue the good work, Admiral."  Isard inclined her head.

There was a long moment of strained silence and then without warning, both women lunged at each other, kissing hungrily for a moment before tearing away again and regaining composure.  Neither acknowledged the sudden lapse in control, and without another word, Isard turned for the door.  Kyle saluted Admiral Daala, and she favored him with a genuine smile before he followed Isard out.

She might be in charge of the Empire's top-secret weapons research installation, Kyle thought, but Daala seemed like a fairly respectable officer, certainly in comparison to the likes of Ysanne Isard.  He wondered what would become of Admiral Daala once he reported back to the Rebel Alliance about this installation.  Surely they would attempt to destroy it, and if successful the attack would certainly lead to Daala's death.

Kyle never thought he would find the prospect of a dead Imperial to be anything other than appealing.

There was a first time for everything.