Fennec Shand had been tasked by Fett to eliminate some local official who was terrorising the locals and refusing to pay tribute. Unfortunately however she had sustained some injuries. It was supposed to be an simple job, slip inside, take out a couple of guards, kill the target and slip back out again.
Shand had killed the guards silently as usual and moved on to the office to eliminate the official. As the door opened she felt a wall of heat stun her, fire seared her outfit and burned a small part her face but only slightly. Fennec had expected him to have some kind of small blaster but to her surprise he was waiting for her with a flamethrower. He must have saw her coming on the security cameras and waited to ambush her she thought, scolding herself for being so careless.
Despite the shock, instinct kicked in and she took cover behind a small table in the hallway outside. Tossing a thermal detonator into the office and hearing the blast she moved in to Finnish the job. Laying on the ground and moaning in pain he begged for mercy. Without a second thought Fennec put a bolt through his head with her rifle and got out of there as fast as possible.
When she returned to the palace Fett immediately helped her to his chambers to use his bacta tank to heal the burns she had suffered. Thankfully her outfit had absorbed most of the damage and she had only recived minimal injuries. Normally when using a bacta tank the patient would wear some kind of underwear. However due to the burn damage being on her hip, side and upper back the bacta needed direct access to the affected areas. As a result covering could not be worn, Fennec would have to use the tank naked.
"Will you be alright?" Fett inqured in a kind voice, showing genuine concern for his partner.
"I'm good boss" Fennec replied warmly, wanting to appear strong and not weak in front of him despite the pain she was currently experiencing.
After making sure she was ok Fett took his leave and gave her some privacy. Stripping off her outfit completely she rested her ass on the side of the tank before swinging her bare feet up and laying back. Within a few moments the seal closed and bacta filled the tank, drowning her exposed body. Wearing nothing but a respirator mask Fennec closed her eyes to sleep off the pain while the liquid did its job.
Several hours later Fennec awoke to a light beeping sound. The burns were only minor but she'd been in the tank for most of the day and it was now early evening. Pressing a button the bacta drained from the tank and the glass seal reopened. Sitting up slowly she glanced at the readout on the monitor, showing that she now was fully healed.
Her damaged clothes were gone but the servant droid was late and hadn't returned with her spare outfit. With a sigh of light frustration she got up to stretch and move around. Fett had plenty of credits but seemed unwilling to pay for a droid that actually worked properly, she chuckled to herself, finding his pragmatism endearing.
Still naked, she stood in front of a full length mirror, examining her skin where she had been burned that morning. Now there wasn't even a mark.
"No wonder he uses the tank so much" She thought.
Turning her side to face the mirror she studied her body further. It wasn't just that the damage to her flesh that had been healed, to Fennec her skin appeared to look even better than before the burns. It looked younger, healthier.
Slowly she ran her palm up her bare hip, The newly rejuvenated skin felt so smooth. Her palm continued up her side before she lifted her arm and rested it behind her head to get a full view of her side. After running her hand gently over her body a few more times the assassin turned her back to the mirror to check the healing there as well. The burns on her back had vanished too, replaced by smoother, younger looking skin. Inspecting herself closely, her dark eyes gradually drifted doward from her shoulder, along the small of her back before resting on her toned ass.
Her gaze lingered there as she was lost in thought. Despite the hard and sometimes uncomfortable life that came with her profession, all that running and shooting had some upside to it. She was in excellent shape, possessing a body that was athletic without being too muscular. Lost in her reflection Fennec failed to notice her hand subconsciously rub her flat stomach before both of them roamed upwards to cup her breasts. Being broken from her trance by a warm buzzing sensation between her thighs and realising she had been squeezing her breasts, Shand scolded herself once again. She was a professional and this was completely improper.
Angry at herself she decided not to wait for that stupid droid and searched the room for a robe to wear back to her quarters. Unable to find anything, she came across a note on a small table.
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The droid is not coming back, if you want your clothes come to the throne room.
"One of these days you're going to face consequences for your lack of discipline"
After all, We have a reputation to uphold...
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Within seconds of reading the note Fennec knew exactly who was behind this.
"Dank farrik" she cursed.
Pacing back and forward she scanned the room searching for something she could cover herself with, while at the same time reflecting on why this was happening. trying to come up with a solution. Clothing and solutions were nowhere to be found but the reason was blatantly obvious for why it happened.
A few days ago she had caught Drash (one of the mods) sunbathing naked on the roof. The was only around 20 but did have potential, Fennec believed that with a bit of discipline she could become a capable fighter. So when she found the young girl just lazing around in the nude giving Fett a bad name she saw the perfect opportunity to teach her a lesson.
Fennec had stolen all of her clothes including the cybernetic arm that she had detached. Locking the hatch behind her, Shand left the mod trapped naked with no apparent way down. This was the Daimyo's palace, not some brothel in mos espa and after something like this she knew Drash would think twice before sullying his reputation again.
The plan worked better than she imagined however, rather than cower and wait the young woman figured out a way off the roof (literally single handed) and had almost made all the way home without being detected. She would never admit it out loud but Fennec was impressed. She underestimated her then and had definitely done so now given her current predicament. The mod had completely turned the tables on her and she was now the one under Drash's control.
With no other option the Assassin decided to try and make her way to the throne room. It was much closer, only one floor down and about a hundred feet away, her own quarters were on the other side of the palace. Fett's kindness had put her in this situation, she wanted to be mad at him but couldn't seem to. He saved her life, all she felt for him was respect, and something... else. Something... more?
The twin suns had begun to set. Fennec shivered slightly as she hugged the stone wall closely, moving tentatively toward the stairs. Covering her breasts she noticed her nipples had stiffened and were now digging into her arm as a result of the cool evning air, the hand covering between her legs felt oddly warm however.
Reaching the stairs she paused to listen. The palace was now mostly empty, especially this late when the mods would be in town or Fett and the gamorreans were resting. Sound carried in the long hollow hallways though, with the echoes it was nearly impossible to know if something was 50 feet away or just around the corner. The sound of Fennec's bare feet slapping on the smooth steps didn't exactly keep her hidden either. Most of her internal organs had been replaced with cybernetics after being shot but some artificial emotional/sensory response was creating the fear she had in her gut.
Now on the lower floor, the throne room was in sight. Fed up with jumping at the slightest sound she decided to make a run for it. Reaching her destination she hid her body behind the wall and carefully poked her head into the room. Thankfully it was deserted and the dark haired woman allowed herself a sigh of relief. Glancing around nervously she noticed Fett's throne to her left and her clothes on the other side of the chamber by the opposite doorway, Drash had kept her word apparently.
Sliding out from behind the doorway Fennec slinked across the room to collect her outfit.
Just as she was halfway there she heard a sharp metallic clanking sound and remembered too late where she was before the floor fell open beneath her...
"Oh god no."
Her eyes went wide with terror as her mind screamed, only now realising the full extent to which she had underestimated the young mod.
Plummeting into the space below Fennec at least had a soft landing (if nothing else) as her bare body hit the sand.
