Heated

3

Today was my first day as a tactical operator. For the first time since the invasion, I feel hopeful. I am good at what I do and I know I can earn my place here if I just get the chance to show everyone what I am capable of.

I pull my tight black top over my head and it just barely goes below my belly button. The tightness of the shirt, displaying the shape of my breasts was something I've never worn before.

After obtaining my new clothes, I didn't even bother keeping my rugged, brown Tatooine clothing. They were thrown into the incinerator along with my dignity.

I pulled up my black work pants, which hugged my hips perfectly. Around the thigh is a tool garter, which is very convenient to hold all my tools and gadgets. Finally, I tie the laces of my black work boots.

Staring in my mirror stares back a reflection of a new woman. The puffy and red eyes from falling asleep crying, and my swollen lips from constantly chewing on them from anxiety is evidence I'm falling apart.

I never noticed how well I grew into my body. I didn't even have a mirror in my hut on Tatooine, and only ever wore baggy clothes. That is a woman staring at me. Granted, a sleep deprived mess of a woman, but nevertheless still a woman.

I head to the bathroom with my toiletries, relieved to find it empty. I brush my teeth and go into the stall to use the restroom. I hear the creak of the door swing open with heavy footsteps entering the restroom.

"Do you think she puts out," I hear a gruff sound of an older man, followed by a chuckle of another.

"C'mon man, she got her less than 24 hours ago and you already want to get in her pants."

Are they talking about me?

"Hey man! She is the first woman here in ages, you can't blame a man for having urges. Don't act like your all high and mighty, and dont want to fuck her brains out too."

I hear a silent long pause and I cover my mouth to silent my breathing. I feel sick.

The silence breaks due to boisterous laughter from both men.

"Okay man you got me there, I've never had Tatooine pussy before."

Oh Gods, help me.

"I wonder if she's a virgin."

Please go away.

I am going to be late because I am stuck inside this stall waiting for these degenerates to go away. No way I will show my face, when they are talking about me that way.

The sound of static voice over one of their comlinks interrupts their gross banter.

"Lord Vader Requests you and Marty to the communications room, immediately."

"C'mon man, you know what happened to Jek, when he was late meeting Vader."

"Yeah man, rest in peace Jek." The door creaks open and the voices fade away.

Today is off to a great start.

I peek under the stall to check for feet, before finally escaping the bathroom and throwing my toiletries under my bed. I pull the drawing of the flower from my sock pile.

I got this. I kiss the paper and return it to its hidden spot.

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After many wrong turns I finally stumbled in the Ordnance Bay, where I will be spending the rest of my days.

Upon walking in my jaw drops. How does this all fit into one ship? There is a huge court full of mats, where a few people are practicing hand to hand combat and others practicing lightsaber combat.