|
|
Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 23:00:23 GMT -8
Corulag's terrain boasts urban sprawls with the underdeveloped areas filled with bamboo forests.
|
|
Nase Talsey
Member
Posts: 100 
Affiliation: Corulag/The Empire
|
Post by Nase Talsey on Nov 10, 2013 13:21:57 GMT -8
GWAIN SPICES CORPORATE OFFICES
"And to what do I owe the honor of an Imperial visit?" Said Fogo Brill, the CEO of Gwain Spices, in a sardonic manner. This junior imperial officer, a non-commissioned officer at that, had somehow procured the paper work to gain an audience with him. Fogo considered this an insulting and tiresome predicament and was flabbergasted when his aides had informed him of his visitor. The CEO sat in a plush maroon throne behind an imposing solid wood desk. The office was decorated with artwork and the heads of several rare beasts that Fogo had uncouthly hunted from a skyhopper in lieu of actual hunting. Fogo was a normal looking human in his late 60's with a developing gut and withering hair. He was a shrewd businessman however and played his cards close to his chest.
The Imperial officer who had entered the room saluted and replied "Corporal Bradley of Regiment five, sir. As to the honor, it is an honor that you would deign to meet with such a low ranking man of the service such as myself. Truly your patriotism and dedication to even the smallest facets of the Empire are an inspiration."
Fogo frowned and he waved his hand dismissively. "Cut the bantha poodoo soldier. What is this about? I already paid my "taxes" to COMPNOR." There was some disgust in the way he spat out the word "taxes" as if it were more a bribe or extortion than anything else. "We have shipments of their desired product about to be shipped in the next month…"
"Mr. Brill, perhaps you did not hear me. I'm from the 5th Regiment of the Imperial Army. I have no affiliation with COMPNOR." Replied the Corporal as he turned his back on the CEO and went to inspect a Nexu head mounted by the door. This infuriated the man behind the desk and he got up, face beat red. He had feared that the man was COMPNOR, attempting to threaten his company again, and now that he new it was just a dog of the military, of the army, no less, he was emboldened. "Get out of my office! I never want to see your face in my presence again!"
There was a small pop as a side arm was released from a holster and a moment later Fogo Brill's frown turned into a mask of fear. In a single smooth motion Bradley had leveled his blaster pistol and stared down the sights at the now cowering man. Fogo had fallen back into his seat and was looking wildly for a button to summon security. "Do not attempt to call security, if you do, I will shoot you. I am here bearing a message, nothing more, nothing less."
Fogo wisely pulled back his hands from his desk and raised them in the air. "I don't want any trouble soldier… What's this message you have for me?"
"Have you heard of the Sons of the Empire?"
"Of course, they're a group of radical youths and imperial supporters who want the Empire to reclaim Corulag… They're a bunch of fools, the Republic police forces will crush them as soon as they do anything irrational and they lack the support to…" Began Fogo before he was cut off.
"I'm very well aware of their shortcomings… However… You will begin to publicly support them. As a company with such close ties to the Empire it would be reasonable and legitimate for you to begin funding and helping coordinate this political movement."
Fogo scoffed. He would never risk the future of his company supporting an Imperial movement on a world blatantly controlled by the Republic. "There's no chance of success, even if we did assist."
"Aether Hypernautics has been convinced to join as well. With your two respectable former Imperial companies leading the movement, you will keep it peaceful and give it legitimacy… Now, you don't have much choice in the matter… Let me tell you exactly what you have to do…"
|
|
Nase Talsey
Member
Posts: 100
Affiliation: Corulag/The Empire
|
Post by Nase Talsey on Nov 17, 2013 23:04:52 GMT -8
SECRET CORPORATE MEETING, ROYAL GALAXY HOTEL
On top of the highest building on Corulag sat the Royal Galaxy Hotel. It's famed private dining floor was at the top of the spire, slowly rotating, giving a panoramic view of the huge city. It was sunset and the sky was brilliant shades of oranges and reds. Thirty minutes ago a small line of limousines had parked out front and heavily armed security men had watched the entrance to the hotel while suited men, women and aliens disembarked. Security was present inside as well, each businessmen bringing their entourage and personal security, as well as being reinforced by hotel forces. These were not ordinary individuals and this was in no way a normal security job for the hotel. The Imperial Army had paid handsomely to provide the private security detail. Not only was this a show of force to those who might be smart enough to track the payments back to the Imperials, but it was also a show of prestige for the selected businessmen...
They were now all seated at a circular table, enjoying a 5 course meal, completely alone and with any recording devices turned off. There was only 1 Imperial official there. Colonel Vander Grahm.
"I hope you enjoyed your meal ladies and gentlemen." Said Grahm politely, smiling jubilantly.
There were positive responses from the assembled company and Grahm allowed the thanks to die down before continuing. "I thank you all for coming here this evening and while the offer of free food might have been enticing, I would like to believe that you are all here because you agree in our cause."
Aether Hypernautics was a research and development firm responsible for supplying many of the Imperial Navy's hyperspace motivators.
Gowix Computers was a subsidiary of TaggeCo.
Gwain Spices provided COMPNOR with special chemical compounds for their operations
Manson Corporation was responsible for the construction and contracting of Imperial-Class Starports, specially designed to handle Imperial vessels and freighters.
While four different companies they all had one thing in common, a reliance on Imperial contracts that had steeply declined with the fall of the Empire and a long history of patriotic support of their employers. The conference commenced after dinner where the friendly, if not competitive banter was replaced with stern faces and serious tones. Coordination between the corporations to raise funds for the Sons of the Empire was being coordinated as well as funds for weapons, resources and personnel. In exchange Colonel Grahm was given the power to promise decades long contracts and promises of lucrative trade rights and business deals when the Empire reclaimed Corulag.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________
After the meeting, Colonel Grahm returned late to his offices and bedroom at the local Imperial garrison. He made a lengthy comm call with his superiors on a heavily encrypted and secured line. The only thing of importance that had not been discussed before was Coreguard Security Services. "Sir, do you know what I realized as I watched the Corporate security teams and Hotel Security mingle?"
"It's too late for guessing games Colonel. I'm not in the mood."
Colonel Grahm sighed and continued. "I realized that they all bore the same emblem on their uniforms sir."
"The emblem of Coreguard Security Services… Yes, I see your point Colonel. Thank you. Goodnight."
After the Colonel went to bed and in the subsequent days, the highest echelon of the Imperial conspirators would discuss their plans to take control of Coreguard Security Services. Not only were they contracted by the planetary government, they reinforced police forces and more importantly they were the main security forces for major industries on Corulag… They could be used to keep pro-Imperial corporations in line… and… perhaps more importantly, be used to force pro-Republic companies such as Korden Outfitting and Surveying, ad Danthe Artifice into cooperation with the new regime.
|
|
Nase Talsey
Member
Posts: 100
Affiliation: Corulag/The Empire
|
Post by Nase Talsey on Jan 12, 2014 16:48:34 GMT -8
The Corulag accords allowed the Imperial Army to maintain a garrison on the planet Corulag in order to contribute to the defense of the world. However the Corulag accords severely limited the Imperial Armies ability to field units capable of offensive action and the language of the document specifically limited them to defensive status. They are currently unable to field major military vehicles and the garrison's power relies on it's infantry and defensive emplacements that they man across the city of Curamelle and other population centers.
With such a powerful fleet in orbit to protect them from external threats, the Republic has grown lax in maintaining it's ground-based military and police forces. Though still formidable, there are weaknesses within the Republic security of the planet that have been highlighted by recent civil unrest and attacks on government buildings.
Combined, however, Corulag remains an extremely well defended core world planet with it's ground forces augmented by a series of skyscraper roof-mounted anti-air craft turrets as well as antipersonnel and vehicle canons around the perimeter of the city and the perimeter of Important sectors within the city. The city itself is protected by a powerful shield generator that can withstand sustained orbital bombardment. Situated around the main the capital city are 3 anti-orbital canons.
Imperial Army Garrison
50,000 Imperial Army Troopers
5,000 Imperial Army Special Missions Troopers
12,000 Support Personnel (medics, engineers, pilots, officers)
5,000 AT-RT's
150 HAVw-A6-Juggernaughts
750 Mobile Defense Units
1,000 Mobile Artillery Pieces (around the perimeter of the city)
3,000 Storm Skimmer Patrol Sleds
100 PX-4 Mobile Command Bases
500 Heavy Artillery Platforms
They also manned and possessed thousands of E-WEBS and other canons around the city
Republic Planetary Security
70,000 Republic Troopers
40,000 Republic Security Guards
500 AHS-1 Heavy Assault Airspeeder
600 Mobile Proton Torpedo Launcher a2
2,000 MLC-3 Mobile Laser Canons
4,000 Ultra Light Assault Vehicles
800 T4-B Heavy Tanks
1,000 Rebel Armored Freerunner
|
|
Nase Talsey
Member
Posts: 100
Affiliation: Corulag/The Empire
|
Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 21, 2014 7:56:31 GMT -8
Corulag had at one time, under the empire, been a massive trading hub, taking an important place along major hyperspace routes. However dereliction from the Republic had caused the massive landing strips on the outskirts of the city to fall into disuse except under the most unusual of circumstances. It was on such a day that a large pro-Republic delegation was organized on one of the landing strips patiently awaiting the arrival of a small fleet of transports. Military vehicles, soldiers and several important planetary figures such as the planet's Selkath prime minister Shortle and the Galactic Republics very own Gerard Ford, Corulag's minister of economics.
The key Republic officials were quickly identified by Imperial Army Scouts who were perched several miles away around surrounding skyscrapers, their powerful sensor equipment and macro binoculars providing detailed recordings of the proceedings. The Republic's own hover cams and journalists were of course on the scene as well, providing the Republic's spin on the arrival of the transports and their occupants. General Talsey and his conspirators would work quickly to spin the story any way they could to disgrace the Republic or again call into question the effectiveness of the Republic military and security forces.
Prime Minister Shortle glanced up, holding his hands above his eyes to protect them from the glare of Corulag's bright sun. By now the rumblings of transports could be heard, making their way through the atmosphere heading towards the landing strip. The Gallofree Yard 75 Transports slowed as they approached, their repulsorlifts kicking up dust and creating an artificial wind that buffeted the Republic reception committee. Shortle turned away from the grit that stung his moist face and he could already feel his skin drying slightly. Overhead the powerful gunship escort soared past them and back up into the clouds.
With a gesture of his three digit hand, Shortle motioned his delegation forward towards the lead transports whose boarding ramp was just beginning to lowered...
"It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Dolivit." Said Shortle with a gurgle as he extended his hand towards the armored bald headed human. Kris Dolovit dripped the Selkaths hand secretly sneering at the touch of the alien's cold, moist skin. Dolovit smiled but it did not reach his eyes as he responded. "Prime Minister, it is an honor to meet you and to serve on the world in which Coreguard Security Service was founded. It is like me and my men are returning to our roots."
Shortle withdrew his hand and then gestured for the Commander of the Core Guard reinforcements to accompany him to a sleek land speeder. "It is very fortunate that you were able to respond to our request so quickly. What a stroke of luck that you and your men were able to finish your assignments successfully in time to answer our call."
Dolovit laughed harshly "Yeah… Really fortunate that you offered more money for our services." He said before hopping into the speeder. Minister Ford glanced at Shortle, before they and their entourage entered the speeder. What had that meant?
As the executive land speeders took off into the city, the 800+ Core Guard forces disembarked their transports with their equipment, ready for deployment to Corporate centers across the planet.
|
|
Nase Talsey
Member
Posts: 100
Affiliation: Corulag/The Empire
|
Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 21, 2014 17:56:17 GMT -8
SIENAR ADVANCED RESEARCH DIVISION
Vander Grahm's land speeder came to a steady stop outside the gatehouse. As one of the Imperial's strongholds on the planet, the Sienar Research Division was one of the last vestiges of old imperial power and was guarded jealously by the Imperial Army. Surrounding the mecca of imperial research was a large wall manned with gun turrets and electric deterents. The Colonel glanced up at the tall wall and the shadows of trooper patrolling atop it.
"Sir, we need to see your and your drivers identification." Said a muffled voice. Colonel Grahm turned his attention to the large white armored figure standing outside his door. An Imperial Stormtrooper, one of the last ones in the Core Worlds had his gloved hand extended to receive Grahm's code cylinders. Vander lifted his right hand and reached up to his right chest to remove one of his silver code cylinders and handed it off to the trooper.
As the Stormtrooper departed Vander looked at the other members of the squad… As a child he had grown up believing the Stormtroopers to be white paladins of order and justice. The few hundred that remained here in the Core were the last of them for all he knew. There were rumors of course of Stormtroopers out Kuat way, but they were unsubstantiated by his reckoning. Here were the true stormtroopers of the old Empire and they were only getting older. It was a personal mission of his to bring old commander Blair, the leader of the remnants of the stormtrooper corps into Talsey's, Lorde's and the other's coup, it would be a tragedy if him and his stormtroopers were casualties… Not to mention that one stormtrooper was worth at least 2 regular troopers.
"Here you go sir. Everything checks out, move along." The stormtrooper interrupted his thoughts. Grahm accepted his code cylinders and replaced them on his uniform before he sped away into the compound.
A little while later, Vander was seated at a utilitarian table, flimsiplast sheets and data chips were strewn atop it's metal top. Standing across from him, pacing across the room, the Director of the Research compound spoke adamantly. Ky Sivron, distant relation of Maw Director Tol Sivron was complaining about his dwindling staff and resources. "Colonel Grahm while I appreciate the Imperial Army's interest here, if you are not bringing me men and credits to fund extra-orbital research projects and developments I don't see why you are here. Without funding my staff is disappearing, most are leaving the planet, trying to find work with the Republic or staying here to join the research and development teams at Aether Hypernautics. This center was designed to lead the way in technological advancement for the imperial cause, but alas the republic does not trust us and you will not let us share our work with them."
Vander could understand the scientists frustration, it seemed the spirit of the empire was dwindling, it's few remaining adherents becoming disillusioned and hopeless without purpose. This was the exact situation he was hoping to find. "Director Sivron, may we speak to each other candidly?" The twi-lek stopped pacing and nodded slowly. "What I am about to tell you is of the utmost secrecy. Around us at this very moment forces are working to restore men like you to their true calling. If I am not mistaken this is the facility in which the TIE Advanced X7 was developed."
The twi-lek's lekkus moved with excitement as he was eager to talk about the work done here before the Republic ruined things. "You are not mistaken Colonel" he said, his voice betraying his interest and desire. "It was indeed here that top Sienar and imperial researchers developed the prototypes that would eventually become the TIE Defender model."
"Full scale models were constructed here?"
"Yes Colonel, dozens of prototypes were designed here and hundreds of tests were launched."
Grahm smiled, knowing he had the Director right where he wanted him. "Are the facilities that constructed the prototype still operational?"
The twi-lek smiled, showing razor sharp teeth. "It will take a few days work, but yes, we can bring the machinery back online. We will however need the appropriate resources as our stores have not been replenished in some time."
Grahm rose and approached the Director, extending his hand. "We need you to produce in secret as many TIE Defenders as you can, with as many secret additions or upgrades as possible. Please send to me by secure transmission a list of what you need, credits, people, resources."
"I am eager to start Colonel." He said grasping the Colonel's gloved hand.
|
|
|
|
Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 14, 2018 15:52:42 GMT -8
The undeveloped locations on Corulag, which were a lot of bamboo forests, served well for Special Operations training for the Corulag Military Academy. In fact, there was a large section of it kept away from the public and patrolled by Stormtroopers where recruits and cadets trained within the SpecOps regimen. At least those who were eligible and worthy enough to commit to such training. The area was administrated and monitored by the Imperial Intelligence and daily routines were done, ranging from covert ops to assassination targets and so forth. It was a highly valued site for the First Order as it helped ensured that there were plenty of agents and SpecOp Stormtroopers ready for usage.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dread Lord Havok on Oct 24, 2020 8:16:08 GMT -8
The undeveloped locations on Corulag, which were a lot of bamboo forests, served well for Special Operations training for the Corulag Military Academy. In fact, there was a large section of it kept away from the public and patrolled by Stormtroopers where recruits and cadets trained within the SpecOps regimen. At least those who were eligible and worthy enough to commit to such training. The area was administrated and monitored by the Imperial Intelligence and daily routines were done, ranging from covert ops to assassination targets and so forth. It was a highly valued site for the First Order as it helped ensured that there were plenty of agents and SpecOp Stormtroopers ready for usage.
The Facility contained a state-of-the-art communications and control center to allow the SSE to monitor the length and breadth of the SSE's field operations, as well as house the specialized personnel that operated the facility. Overall, the prior presence of extensive imperial research facilities instrumental in the death star's super laser aided the purposes of the SSE, as well as the abundant supply of prisoners from the numerous prisons originally constructed by Emperor Palpatine. Above ground, the facility contained camouflage measures to minimize its appearance. Compared to the covert ops facilities nearby, from the outside, it appeared to be an armored powerplant building among the overgrown bamboo forest, surrounded by a cleared section ringed with fences, security towers, an enlarged landing pad, cargo warehouse, and hangerbay. The rest of the above-ground facility, including AA towers, barracks, and armory, were concealed from air or space surveillance, appearing like the surrounding bamboo forest. The facility was build to be covered by a local shield generator powerful enough to hold off a short siege or orbital bombardment for 24 hours. Additional site defense measures included sections of the forest with anti-personnel and vehicle mines, as well as auto-turret emplacements. Security for the facility was provided by SSE forces which consisted of Imperial death commandos. The posting at LAIRS was considered part of a training rotation since the forces there, while engaging in mind-numbing patrol and guard duties, also had portions of their schedule devoted to assault exercises, drills, and additional training in conjunction with the Military academy and SpecOps Regimen. The training and drills ensured that once they finished their duty rotation at LAIRS they maintained their skills, and often added additional specializations and competencies. At any given time, about 1/3 of the SSE's nearly 4000 commandos were posted here.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dread Lord Havok on Jan 3, 2021 13:05:53 GMT -8
From: S.S.E. L.A.I.R.S. IMP_INTEL; CORULAG
To: COREWARD, IMP_INTEL_DIR; CORUSCANT
------------------OFFICIAL REPORT-------------
(Following is accessible by Imperial Intelligence Director's eyes ONLY)
[the following is encrypted]
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>BEGIN
Dear Director:
Progress report, LAIRS facility.
Please find the following attached reports regarding a number of research initiatives underway at the LAIRS facility on Corulag. For your convenience the more detailed reports have been summarized as follows.
Project [redacted]: Completed
SSE dark/monochromatic blaster rounds
The SSE research lab has discovered a more covert blaster bolt. While regular blasterbolts in bright green, red, etc. We have discovered a material, when added to tibanna gas canisters, alters the appearance of blaster bolts by making them a dark navy blue, with a diffused lighter 'corona' along the edge. The change is cosmetic, and does not alter the properties of the bolt. The importance is obtained with a more muted, monochromatic bolt signature for covert operations. Commandos using the additive will have less flashy energy weapons, which will make it harder for enemies to visually detect incoming fire, trace the origin of the fire, and therefore be alerted to the presence of covert assets. The rounds do decrease the durable use of the tibanna gas, requiring more gas at a higher pressure and decreases the number of shots per powercell.
Project [redacted]: Completed.
Silenced blasters.
The SSE has developed and widely deployed muzzle flash-hiders and sound suppressing extensions for their blasters. Sound of blaster-fire is decreased by 95%. These extensions do not effect the trajectory of blasterbolts, but they do decrease the energy output of a blaster by 10%. These overall aid in covert operations by preventing enemy from locating covert forces by sound. Drawbacks: The units do add additional weight and length to a blaster.
Further reports regarding research, acquisitions, expeditions, and other projects to follow.
Signed,
General Sevet
Commandant, LAIRS facility
SSE L.A.I.R.S. IMP_INTEL; CORULAG
>>>END
|
|
|
|
Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 1, 2022 15:03:05 GMT -8
"NEXT!"
"Prisoner 3118 please report to Correctional Officer Funk for intake."
"That'sss you, haggot." The Correctional Transportation Trandoshan hissed and pushed 3118 away from the other prisoners in the holding cell towards the waiting officer.
Officer Funk, a fat Zabrak with a dirty mustache, barely looked at 3118. He carried a stun baton on a lanyard at his wrist.
"Are you Inmate 3118?" Funk's drawl was nearly monotone.
"Yes sir." 3118 did his best to be chipper.
"Do you speak Basic?"
"Yes, sir."
"3118, welcome to Corulag Central Penitentiary dash 13." The greeting was given with zero enthusiasm and barely sentient tone.
"Thank you."
The officer entirely ignored 3118's comment. "Stand by for a search. Spread 'em."
Prisoner 3118 stretched his arms out wide and separated his legs for the eighth pat-down search of his journey today.
"Inmate, do you have any drugs, contraband, sharp objects or body parts that may pierce, cut, infect or maim me when I search you?" The Zabrak put on a pair of medical gloves.
"No Sir."
"Very well. Do not move while I conduct my search, or DOC regulation 1.58a indicates that force will be authorized, do you understand?
"I do."
"You do what, inmate?" The officer looked up from his datapad. The officer's eyelids held a flicker of life. No wait, nope. Must have been a trick of the light.
"I do understand. Yes sir."
"Very well." Officer Funk patted down 3118's arms and legs, waistband, armpits and buttcrack. The medical staff would search the rest later, no doubt.
"Inmate 3118 is clear." Funk noted it in his datapad and then motioned to a table. "Proceed to the table and take one of the following items: blanket, jumpsuit, compressed soap..."
Officer Funk spoke rapidly and Prisoner 3118 tried to keep up with the Officer's list.
"... and prison manual. Therein you will find the processes for navigating your stay, from submitting medical request slips and grievances, as well as making purchases from the commissary or coordinating religions observances... if you are so inclined. Your sentence is the beginning of a new life, and reorientation towards a brighter future." The officer spoke like he had given the speech a trillion times before. "Continue down hallway 1" He motioned with his open hand, "and enjoy your stay... NEXT!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 10, 2022 15:09:58 GMT -8
Prisoner 3118 continued down Hallway 1. The fact that the hallway was straight and had colored arrows on the ground helped. Seriously, what brand of brain-dead criminals end up in a joint like...?
A door opened and a rather boxom and pleasant looking female Chevin stepped out and halted his process. "You're in here, 3118." With a grunt and motion with her gigantic wrinkled schnoz, she indicated that he follow her inside the exam room. Her voice was surprisingly deep.
He followed her.
She took him past numerous other prisoners in various states of exposure, to a table. "Hop up."
He did as instructed.
Even though he sat on the table, she still towered over him. How he could just get lost in those eyes...!
"... I said open your mouth." She stooped to be on his level.
He suddenly realized he had been day dreaming, lost in her beautiful eyes. He awkwardly cleared his throat and opened wide with an "AHHHHHHH!" He hoped he was making a good first impression. He wasn't sure if Chevin's were a species that could pick up on pheromones. Regardless, he was doing his best to think the dirtiest thoughts he could in the hopes that she'd sense his arousal as she leaned forward with a scope to peer into his throat.
"Negative for Rumpus and Kowaky pox." She felt his throat and glands. "Lymphnodes... normal." She used the scope to inspect 3118's nose.
How he wanted to inspect her nose. He reckoned he could probably slide his whole forearm up there... he closed his eyes. It'd be all hot and moist too.
The Chevin nurse gave his cheek a tap. "Eyes open."
"Yes ma'am!"
"No jaundice or retinal issues." She examined his eyes then stood up and dropped the scope into a vat of sterilization fluid.
Her chest and her name placard were now at his eye level. He deliberately tried to imagine the curves and folds of flesh under her medical staff jumpsuit. "Ms. Whota?"
"That's me." She answered in her bass tone.
"I was just reading your name tag." He kinda wanted to show off that he could read Aurebesh. "Will I be seeing much of you around here?" He made a kissy face. He heard some aliens found human's faces to be cute because their facial proportions were "off." Duck lips accentuated that but it was a bit of a gamble.
She dug into a cooler container and pulled out three vials and a syringe. "Depends. How frequently are you planning on coming to the trauma ward?"
If he didn't know better, he detected that she might be flirting back.
"Oh my, your lips appear swollen. Maybe I need to re-examine..."
He interrupted her deep utterances. "No, I, uh, just had an itch! I was just wiggling my face to make it go away!" He did it again to show it was voluntary. Her lack of notice of his cuteness was a bitter disappointment!
"Oh. Well, hop off the table, and drop your trousers. Face the table and bend over. I am going to vaccinate you."
He dropped his clothes in a flash and was bent over flexing his bottom for her before she finished her sentence.
She continued. "There have been cases of Ithorian Herpes making its way through your cell block. We might as well vaccinate you first before you're exposed and turn blue."
"Those Ithorians! Always trying to mate with other species!" He tried to make polite conversation while she sterilized his assets. "Real perverts, those ones. They breed like Bastonian hairs! Though I've also heard they can be very tender lovERS! WOWWIE!" That last part came as Ms. Whota jabbed him with the needle. It felt like the needle went all the way into his ass-bone.
She continued, "That's one. The next one is for Hexopythine virus."
He had never heard of it. "It's a virus that affects other species differently. For humans..." She pulled up her datapad and opened her medical reference. "Humans: it causes the break down of hair follicles-"
"That doesn't sound that bad!"
"It's not. For others it liquifies their organs. Humans just end up with paralyzed skin follicles and no shiver reflex."
"Wow. I guess humans lucked out!"
"Hardly. It was genetically engineered by humans to spare them. They released it years ago in a war, and everyone else has had to get vaccinated against it since."
Well, that was a downer! 3118 was glad his nurse was a talker, but he was struggling to put a positive spin on that one. He looked over his shoulder to see if he needed to console her and saw she was ready to inject the vaccine. Man! That needle looked big. He looked away and grit his teeth. Moments later he was still waiting for the sting.
"The last vaccine is for-"
"You did Hexo-whatever already?" He hadn't felt a thing.
"Yes. The Hexopythine vaccine is generally well tolerated," She spoke with her deep voice as she filed the syringe again. "in humans."
She seemed to bat her eyelashes at him, but he wasn't going to get his hopes up. "What is the last one?"
"Strumpfhosekrieger. It is a life extender for your cell telomeres. It helps ensure individuals serving long sentences serve most, if not all of it."
"It's a vaccine against old age?"
"That is correct," She paused to look at her datapad to see his prisoner number. "3118."
"Oh boy." Blast. She had to check his number? He felt defeated. He made no impression. He was unmemorable. She probably had all kinds of guys coming in here and hitting on her... No wonder his charms had no effect when she had her pick of 'em all! He felt a prick in his bum as Ms. Whota gave him the last injection.
"That is all, 3118. Please report to the next stall over for your strip search." She walked back to the hall to grab the next inmate. He walked around a curtain to the next stall to find an elderly male Weequay.
"3118, You'll never land her ma'boy. Your pheromones smell like pure desperation!" The leathery alien chuckled. "I will be performing an invasive cavity search. Please fully disrobe, and place your clothes and supplies on the counter." He pulled out a long hose that seemed to undulate. "This is going to go through your entire digestive tract and lungs to ensure you do not have any hidden contraband or paraphernalia."
3118 bit his lip and tried to think dirty thoughts about Weequays. "I'll be good."
|
|
