Crimson Empire

Will was currently in a space station over the Capital of the Galactic Empire, Coruscant. He had been ordered by the Grand Admiralty to attend a ceremony. That usually meant someone was getting a promotion. It was probably someone the Admiral knew. Why he was being invited. But there were only a handful of people he could think of that it could possibly be. He wasn’t given much information to go off of.

Could be a Grand Admiral only social with the Admirals, politicians, and their families. The reason why he was always invited was that he was well known for being able to smuggle in the best and most varied spirits. He has been invited to quite a few events. His yacht was well received throughout the Empire. Doesn't hurt that what leftovers the Admiral does end up with tend to be gifted to the rank-and-file troops of wherever the event is being held. 

The Admiral was sitting and gazing at a very strange piece of modern military art on the wall when an officer came into the room, fetching Will. The two made their way back to a Hall. This was feeling more and more like a promotion. Maybe Commander Geetsly was finally being promoted. It had been a very long time coming. He didn't see anyone he recognized when they entered the hall. 

It was around that time he started to wonder what they wanted the Admiral for. His mild denseness, or lack of ability to accept good things his way. In his defense, few men could accept simple compliments without awkwardness. Or the fools that just fall in love with anyone that says anything nice about them. At least the Admiral wasn't that bad. 

He had a seat in front of the council of Grand Admirals. There were only twelve Grand Admirals total. And while not all were present, it was still quite the imposing sight. They were sitting on a platform above the Admiral, adding to the intimidation. This group of men created and destroyed careers. The Man sitting in the middle of the group was the first to speak. 

“Congratulations, son. Not the youngest to reach such a high rank. But still quite the impressive feat nonetheless.” Nepotism ran deep in the Empire. There is an inept eighteen-year-old Admiral in the Outer Rim. His father got him the position. Nothing can be done because the two give the proper lip service to those higher up. And that was just a case Will knew about personally.

The Grand Admiral continued speaking. “Due to your recent anti piracy campaign in the outer rim we have been getting a lot of people talking about you.” Emergency flags shot up in his head. That wording was never good. “It seems that your campaign has been quite successful. Enough so that it seems to be making local Admirals and Moffs look bad. They are complaining because you are actually getting things done. And the agency was able to prove that the Moffs have been taking bribes from those various groups. Not enough proof to replace them sadly. Just enough that we know. So we spoke with the various Moffs and Admirals about what to do with this. The campaign shows no sign of killing you. And the party favors you bring to events would be missed if you were demoted or assassinated.” 

The Man to the first’s immediate right was the next to speak. “You are also not an egotistical asshole.” That got a chuckle from some of the attending officers. The first Grand Admiral continued. “We have figured out a deal with those complaints. You will be promoted to the High Admiral of the Crimson Command. Working under the senior Zsinj. But you will have to quit these campaigns for five or so years. And will have to bring your future campaigns up with the local Moffs. In other words, just relax on your Command and don't rock the boat. If you don't accept them, we are not sure if your usual abilities will keep you safe for long. Moffs can be quite petty. Do you accept it?” Will had to keep from smiling at the situation. He could see what they were talking about. It would appease everyone. He would just have to give the Outer Rim a vacation. Which honestly was fine for the Admiral. The new Rank would be enough for his plans. 

After clearing his throat Will spoke. “I accept the promotion, Grand Admiral Sirs.” The Grand Admirals all smiled. “Glad to hear. You will be the High Admiral of Crimson Command. Under Zsinj. Crimson Command is a fleet of one hundred red Victory II-Class Star Destroyers. They are red because of the material used for construction. But they are as good as any made with durasteel. After this ceremony you will be staying behind with me to decide which of the ships will be your new flagship.” 

Thinking it over. It was a clear upgrade from the Dreadnought-Class he was already in command of. But the new High Admiral pondered to himself if he would be able to negotiate his way into something bigger. He would have to wait and see. And with that, the promotion ceremony commenced and finished. Will was now a High Admiral. 

With the ceremony over, the only people to stay behind were Will and the Grand Admiral, who sat in the center. He told the new High Admiral that they would be discussing the new flagship in his office. The Man took off through a door. An officer came to escort Will to the office. One elevator ride later, the new High Admiral was entering the office. The Man was already sitting with a tablet on the desk. 

“Glad to see you here immediately. This has a list of the ships in Crimson Command. Remember that if you get it approved, you can get the name changed.” He said. Will sat down and started to look through the list. Will had to keep from laughing. The full one hundred ships were on the list. Because they were all the same class, there really was no reason to pick one over another.

Will set the tablet down before asking. “Mister Grand Admiral Sir. I want to ask you a question.” The Imperial gave him a quizzical expression before replying. “Ask away.” The New High Admiral clasped his hands over the table, giving the Grand Admiral a smile. “As much as I appreciate going from a Dreadnought-Class to a Victory II. I have a very large supply of quality spirits on the yacht right now. Almost overflowing due to the sheer amount of confiscated contraband. Is there any way that I can pick from a larger class of ship for my flagship?” The new High Admiral showed his current manifest.

The Imperial thought over the request. As well as the potential boon. Reading over the document. Since the yacht was the size of a small Corvette, it was able to hold quite a lot of party favors. He would have enough to bend the ear of any politician, as well as also having some left over to appease the wife at home. She was a drain on his credits already. This would be a way to buy his poor wallet some time. He had the perfect ship in mind for the deal. He just had to aim the High Admiral that way.

 The Grand Admiral leaned forward, resting himself on his elbows before speaking. “While this deal can be done. Can't be for a Dreadnought or SSD. Not enough spirits on the Galaxy for that.” Will was quick to catch on to the wording and replied. “How about a Battlecruiser? The Empire doesn't really care for them. So if one is gifted, they won't really miss it.” 

The Imperial nodded before continuing. “Exactly. And I have the perfect one in mind. It is a mothballed Maelstrom-Class from the Clone Wars. Its overview was coming up soon. I was going to decide on keeping it mothballed or scrapping it.” That was when the new High Admiral realized he had been had. An over two-decade-old ship that needed work was going to be his problem. But it looked to be his best chance. So he accepted it.

Will was next to speak. “So you are offering me the chance to fix it?” The Imperial nodded again. “The Maelstrom-Class is to the Venator-Class what the Allegiance-class is to the Tector-Class. A bigger, stronger version.” Will had to keep from saying the Venator was a carrier pretending to be a battleship. Instead, he said. “I accept. What is it called?” The Grand Admiral sat back in his seat again as he finished.

 “The Maelstrom II. But like I said, you can put in to have the name changed.” The new High Admiral shook his head before finishing. “No thanks. I shall keep it as is. I will head out now. I have paperwork as well as a celebration to hold. Send the spirits to the same place as always, right?” The Imperial nodded and motioned to Will that he could leave. The dirty blonde stood up and left the office. An officer escorted him back to the entrance. 

Some time later, the new High Admiral had finally reached the dock part of the station. And inside was a strange ship. It looked like a palace with small wings. A very gaudy bronzy gold. And at a length of one hundred and sixty meters. It was longer than most Corvettes. It was a Minstrel-Class Space Yacht. Mainly used by the Hutts. But after a diplomatic mission allowed Will inside and around one. He took a liking to the design. Quickly getting one for himself. 

It had become quite recognizable because of how the Admiral used it. It stores the Spirits and since it isn't a military vessel it isn't held to Imperial regulations. Allowing Will to use the Yacht to supply others through the loophole. With its decent armor and shields the dirty blonde is able to have the ship keep with the fleet. It also has all kinds of nooks and crannies for the smuggling of the high quality contraband. He hasn't really needed to use them though. No one wants to be the party killer.

Will made his way onto the Yacht. Letting the crew know where to put the spirits. That was going to give him a few hours of time. The ships halls were quite wide. It was because of the Hutt preferences in the design. Will didn't mind it at all. Hutt sized bed and a special shower was a luxury in the Empire. Though it looks ridiculous with the throne room being converted into a main hall. The much smaller chairs looked quite out of place. But it was fine overall. 

The new High Admiral made his way to his office on the ship and quickly knocked out some paperwork. At the same time, he was letting a few people know about the new Command and flagship. One replied, saying that she was going to host a celebration party on the Yacht. And to only invite people he actually liked. Will thought it over and sent the invitations out. It didn’t take him that long, not having too big of a group of friends. And pretty much all of them stayed on the yacht most of the time.

After another hour Will was fully done with the paperwork. He checked the monitors in his office. Showing him views from the various cameras in the ship. He could see that they were done unloading the goods. As well as the main hall was almost ready. And that some of the invited guests were already showing up. The dirty blonde rubbed his eyes, stood up, and left his office. Heading for the main hall. Lamenting not having his assistant there to do the paperwork for him. He missed her.

By the time he had arrived, the rest of the expected guests had arrived as well. Only about twenty to twenty-five people, and most lived on the Yacht. Kaylar, a Chiss, his close second in command ever since he saved her life from some pirates. Adrijana, a Miraluka. Her people were treated like the Jedi. Will knew it was wrong as a kid. But could only save Adrijana. He has protected her ever since both were children. Cinnamon is a Chagrian who is deeply in love with cooking and eating. Ever since Will hired her, he has been getting nothing but compliments. Cinnamon loves cooking and trying all the new dishes.

Luda was a lone Gank. Will doesn't know her story; she just follows him around to protect him or something. She is a mute most of the time. Using a synthetic voice when she is heard. Lucie is a weird situation, she claims to be a sorceress of Tund, also that she was a pure blooded Sith. Her world was lost about a decade back. She has a mastery with illusions, using them to hide her race. After Will took her in, the Sith pledged her illusions to the Admiral. Jenny is a blue Nautolan Singer. Will hired her for entertainment some years back and she really enjoys her job.

Zeta was an Imperial Diplomat that had attempted a pro Imperial coup on a world. She failed and was arrested by the locals. Will used his resources to get her free under his custody. He wanted a diplomat that was in debt to him. She couldn't leave his yacht. While she never said anything about what happened on the ship she never once hid her racism. Thinking humans are superior to everyone. But a good few folk on the vessel were able to get her respect at this point. To the surprise of most she has a soft spot for Natalia.

The reason why that was a surprise is that Natalia is a Harch. One of the spider-like races. Multi limbed, multi eyed and all. Natalia being a Harch meant few would accept the poor thing. While Will is a bit of an arachnophobe himself. He felt bad for the woman and hired her. She is basic staff on the Yacht but the Admiral would joke that he would feed annoying people to her. She hated how many idiots actually believed it. But Zeta seemed to take a liking to her. The Imperial claimed it was because the Harch knew her place. But it has clearly evolved past that to a weird friendship. Only Zeta is allowed to “tease” Natalia now. 

Avalon and Rubie are an interesting pair of Pantorans. Avalon being a Baroness and Rubie being her attendant. The two were looking for any Imperials that can deal with the spice trade around their home. All of Will's outer rim campaigns were always in the north. Not anywhere near Pantora. So he couldn't help them himself. The Admiral let them stay on his yacht so that they might meet one that can through the parties and events he hosted. To make things worse now that he is done with his campaigns he has to wait more years because of the deal he had to make. The new High Admiral hoped they didn't end up annoyed with him.

Crystal is a Zabrak dancer. No one in the galaxy would give her a chance. Being intimidated by her race. Will decided to let her dance. And now she is quite happy with her life. Only problem is that she will dance whether there are parties or not. And people can get accidentally run into by her. Bea is an odd Devaronian. Being filled with wander lust like the males of her species. She was able to convince Will to hire her. She does the extensive paperwork for the Admiral. But they don't let the other Imperials know that. Pretending she is just an exotic toy. Bea sends money back to her family on Devaron. She was the one that he was missing. But she was busy calling home.

Yuri is a very interesting Rattataki. Probably the strongest fighter anyone has ever seen. But she doesn't want to fight. And the people that tend to be fine with that just want her for sex. Will was the first one to just let her do her own thing. She respects him for that and decided to stick around. Getting hired onto the crew. She keeps people in line with just glares. Ashley is an Iktotchi that was very adamant about becoming his advisor. When he tried to get details, she would deflect, saying she just wanted to change her surroundings and the job was interesting. He knew there was another reason, just not what. And with no reason to deny the woman she was hired on.

Anke the Nagai was a travelling duelist. Master of the swiftcut foil. She traveled around the galaxy looking for strong opponents to duel to increase her fame. During one of the parties she was arm candy for Anke spotted Yuri. She hadn't fought a Rattataki yet. This would be a great chance for her fame. Anke immediately challenged Yuri. Yuri didn't accept it to the Nagai’s confusion. Anke decided she wasn't going to give up that easily, though. And after sticking around for a year. Constantly challenging Yuri. Finally, the Rattataki accepted. The two had their duel, and Yuri won with surprising ease. The Nagai then wanted to reclaim her honor by learning from the Rattataki. Who accepted. Yuri has also been teaching Anke to enjoy the little things.

Augustya the Weequay is one of the newest, if not the newest, members of his group. During Will's recent campaign, she was abandoned by her clan so they could escape. After she was caught and the Admiral was questioning her, she explained what happened. Feeling for the betrayed woman, Will offered her a job. Wanting an advisor who knew how Hutts work. As well as those in Hutt space. With no other options, Augustya accepted. Elizabeth was a very lonely Togruta. Being left behind by her people. She let herself get taken by the Imperials. She was passed around until finding her way to Will. He was able to keep her. But he really just has her as another crew member. She seems content. 

Natasha is an Echani. Appearing quickly after Yuri was hired. She wanted to find an Imperial to make things better for her people. But she was having bad luck with it. Becoming quite pessimistic about Humans. That was when she saw Yuri. Natasha requested some simple sparring as a distraction. The Rattataki had an idea. Yuri said she would only spar with Natasha after she sparred with Will. He was easily convinced by the girls, having never actually seen him fight, so he was pressured into accepting. Natasha beat his ass. His pride had him take it, though. Due to Echani getting an idea of who people are through fighting. Natasha now had a better opinion of the Admiral. Deciding to stick around. Enjoying the party life while waiting and sparring whoever was willing.

Kaylar has a sister named Kayla. Yes, it is ridiculous. Both joined the Empire. But while Kaylar joined the Navy, her sister joined intelligence. Both are quite competent at their jobs. The two also have people they admire. Will for Kaylar. And the Inquisitor that Kayla was assigned to. Janet is a Zelosian. Zelosians are plants that look like people. She was gifted to the Admiral by a politician who wanted to show their appreciation for the event being held. She expected the worst, but Will just uses her for arm candy when the need arises. Allowing the woman to grow a garden in one of the spare rooms. Vulcana is like Janet. A S'kytri gifted to Will by another Imperial. But unlike the Zelosian, Vulcana has skills in being a bard.

Cheron, like Adrijana, is an old friend of the Admiral. When her home world was bombarded by the Empire. Many Ghôsh would escape off-world. Cheron was allowed to settle on Serenno. In return, they wanted to help protect the patron family. Cheron became a friend of Will as kids. At one point joking about becoming his royal guard. Kid Will jokingly accepted. But after that she never left. Having taken it quite seriously. Refusing to stop. At some point, Cheron managed to find two vibroshields. Forcing the Admiral to make it official after that.

There are a group of Mirailans on his yacht. Tabitha a priestess. And her three attendants. Makka, Ani, and Noko. Like others they were trying to find Imperials willing to make things better for their people. And like others before finding no real support. But unlike the Pantorans, with the new promotion and no promises holding him back. The new High Admiral can build more influence for that. Layla is a low caste Umbaran. That found a way to escape her nebula. She wandered trying to find a safe place until she came across Will. The Admiral listened to her story and decided to give her sanctuary. Hiring her as an advisor because Umbarans can tell when people are lying.

Mon and Em are a couple of Ming Po Xenobiologist Doctors. Supposedly very good ones. Will hired them some years back for emergency situations on the yacht. They have gotten close with the other folks on the ship. It is very nice to see them working well with each other. Xandra is another Human from Serenno like Will. She agrees with the Admirals' plans. But while Will went to the Navy she went intelligence. She was the one that would be late, or miss the celebration entirely. Not her fault with her job though. She is quick to reply to a message or answer a call. But she is rarely in one place for long. Unless she is doing research or interrogations. 

Will, like most Imperials, had a big plan. But it was quite unique to most. He was seven at the end of the Clone Wars. Being from Serenno, he was raised to be against the Republic and the Jedi. He gave the Empire a try but found many problems in it as well. So he was going to try and fix it. Not bothering with trying to bring back the Republic. Instead focusing on reforms in the Empire. The only problem was that politicians didn't really have much power without external influence. So he would have to become a high-ranking Admiral. Then people would actually have to listen to him. He knew he couldn't fix everything. But maybe there was a good amount he could push with enough influence. He would have to try. At least he has finally reached the rank that was needed for the plan. Will never expected to become a Grand Admiral. High Admiral was a more realistic goal. 

With the twenty-something being the only people close enough, the celebration started. Luckily for the crew, Will would let them take part in the celebration. With the staff taking part, the party lasted for a couple of hours. Due to a drinking contest, over half of the partiers were mentally gone by that point. Will was sitting down in a very fancy chair. Kaylar was sitting across his lap. Her legs were propped on the arm of the chair. Due to the flushes on their faces, it was clear that the decision was caused by alcohol. Zeta was trying to hold herself up with a chair. Natalia was helping her drunk friend stand. 

The Pantorans and Mirailans were carrying their fallen back to their rooms. It was quite the comedic sight. The security fighter-y group, Yuri and them, were still going strong. At some point, Crystal managed to climb into one of the tables and start dancing. She seemed stable for now. Jenny was singing to herself in the corner. Already gone. The rest were a mix, still drinking or face down on the tables. Mon, Em, and a few others volunteered to stay sober to make sure no one went too far. Water was always nearby. 

The two were no strangers in the bedroom. But they usually tried to keep their displays of affection minimal for professional reasons. While the Yacht was his own private one. The staff crewing it would talk. Luckily the gossip was mainly to each other. But all it takes is someone overhearing it. With the Chiss’s arms around the Admiral's neck while giggling. It was very conspicuous. The eyes she was giving him wasn’t helping the look either. But everyone earned the time to enjoy themselves. 

The Admiral took in his current situation. The many lost to the drinking contest, the sole victor, Yuri, doing a celebratory lap around the hall. The party itself was winding down. While there were still staff playing card games among other things. Those who volunteered had started to clean up the hall. Only the parts of the room not currently being used. They were also bringing water for the ones that lost the drinking competition. As well as passing around water to those that were still drinking heavily. 

His second in command was intoxicated and sitting on his lap. Before he could continue that thought, the Chiss hanging off of him whispered into the Admiral's ear. “Crahsystor.” Will was a good commander in that he learned the languages of those around him. While he couldn't speak the languages, he understood. And what he currently understood was that Kaylar was whispering some very dirty things in his ear. And she wasn’t playing fair doing that.  

Knowing that he wouldn't be needed for the rest of the evening. Will decided it should be quite fine for the two to enjoy themselves for a time. He didn't wait for Kaylar to get up from his lap; instead, the Admiral hooked his arms under her body. Lifting the Chiss up as the dirty blonde stood. The drunken woman yelped in surprise at the action. She held on for dear life, giggling, as the Admiral carried her off. 

Crossing the hall, Kaylar bounced in his arms before playfully shouting. “Help! I'm being Chissnapped!” While it did get the attention of the others, they only laughed at the sight. Will carried Kaylar down the hallway. The entire time, she would joke with whoever they passed that she was captured, or hold her arms over her own head. Which meant they were out horizontally, not vertically. With the Chiss giving a continuous “Weeeee!”

It took a very short time for the Admiral to make his way to his room. It was quite sizable. Being designed for Hutts, the bed alone was massive. And he jokes it is the most comfortable bed in the system. The rest of the room is spacious enough to allow a Hutt to move around comfortably. He had long since replaced the oversized luxuries for something more human-sized. The bed was the only thing he kept as it was. 

It meant there was quite a bit of empty space. He couldn’t find any decorations or luxuries that didn’t look ugly or tacky to the Imperial. Will closed the door behind the two as he carried Kaylar to the bed. She was still giggling as he closed the distance. He almost threw her on the bed. Turning to strip his uniform, to set it down on a cabinet. When he turned back, he was met with a disappointing sight. The bed had gotten to the drunk Chiss. She was already out cold, snoring softly. 

The Admiral released a defeated sigh. The bed had won again. While he knew she wouldn't mind, he wasn't currently coordinated enough to deal with the dead weight. Instead, he stripped the fighting blueberry and threw her clothes to the side. The dirty blonde moved to his personal bathroom, cleaning up. Once done, he returned to his room. Seeing the Chiss having buried herself in one of the Blankets. The High Admiral changed into his night clothes, just a pair of shorts. 

As he was about to climb into bed, there was a knock at the door. A confused Will opened the door. Yuri pushed the tangled mess of Adriana, Cheron, and Luda inside. He could see Zeta falling through her door and passing out. Natalia panicked and helped her fully through. Apparently, the drunken women panicked when they couldn't find the Admiral. He thanked Yuri before cautiously moving the three into a cuddle pile on the bed. It was easier to leave them like that, so Will just went to sleep.

The Admiral awoke to a new and strange, but not unwelcome experience. The cuddle pile mass had moved in the night. Adding a sleeping Chiss, and covering the dirty blonde almost completely. While it was very snug, at least it was pretty soft as well. Will tried his best to escape without waking the girls. But his movements woke Adrijana. The busty Miraluka wormed her way carefully out of the pile as the human did his morning routine in the bathroom. He could hear the silent effort.

When he returned the dirty blonde watched as Adrijana was stretching her arms over her head while looking away from him. The Admiral had an idea. He snuck up behind the woman, embracing her. Before she could register what was going on Will started to grope her F Cups over her clothes. Pulling a yelp from the unsuspecting Miraluka. The dirty blonde chuckled as he spoke. “This is vengeance for almost smothering me in the night.” He started to bounce them in his hands. 

Instead of trying to pull away, the woman pressed her back against his chest. Grinding her ass against his member. She grabbed his hands, pinning them on her breasts before looking over her shoulder and speaking. “Is that a blaster in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” Before he could reply, she pushed him away by slamming her ass against his hips. Getting free from his embrace. Turning to face the Admiral, she playfully stuck her tongue out at him. Shaking her hips in a teasing way.

He gave her a blank stare, knowing that she couldn't really see it. He wasn't done though. Taking a playful tone he clasped his hands behind his back. “Well then. If you are going to be like that. I guess I will just have to sell you to the Empire. We are still docked in the station. I wonder how much they would give for a busty Miraluka. Hmmm.” At the end he put his fingers against his lips, pretending to think. He would debate over making too much noise to wake up the girls or not.

She put her hands on her hips. Shaking them more sensually, she spoke. “You will have to catch me first.” She used the force to pick up the dirty blonde and shove him out of the way. She opened and took off out of the door. The Admiral heard a commotion in the hallway. Peeking through the door, he had to hold back laughter. Xandra had finally arrived, and with the Miraluka’s focus on him, the two had collided. The Agent had instinctively grabbed onto the thing that ran into her, while looking quite confused. It was adorable to see the bewildered face the Imperial had.

The Admiral walked to the tangled women and clapped softly. “Congratulations, Xandra. You have captured a rebel. I hope I can get your help in getting this one to the brig.” He spoke with a playful tone as he closed the distance, giving the Agent a wink. She nodded, and when Will grabbed the two and helped them both up. She kept her grip on the Miraluka. Giving a sarcastic salute to the Admiral before speaking. “All in a day's work, sir.” The two dragged the Miraluka to the Admiral's office. The woman wasn't really trying to escape. Once inside, the door was locked, and Adrijana was put on her knees. “You know what you have to do now, Rebel,” Xandra said as she playfully lifted the Miraluka's shirt over her breasts. Letting the F Cups bounce freely. The Agent started to grope her friend. 

The dirty blonde sat down, enjoying the view. Then he crossed his arms, now having a more smug expression. “Actually, you both have to do something. I managed to get a Battlecruiser for my Flagship. So I won our bet, Xandra.” She looked like she didn't believe what she was hearing, then Will showed her a tablet, proving him correct. She let out a sigh before speaking. “I lost, so what do you want?” She was looking from behind the Miraluka. Still groping Adrijana while waiting. Her friend was getting excited from the actions and situation.

Looking past the two, at the wall, the Admiral tried to think of the best thing he could ask. Their many bets had led to a lot of exotic and kinky fun in exotic and kinky places. So there really wasn't anything new he could want. But as he refocused on the girls, Adrijana specifically. Her free breasts gave Will a very fun idea. He quickly did some mental math. If his memory was correct, both should have the same-sized boobs. And he doesn't remember a time that he has gotten to do a matching double titjob. So it should be something different. 

He gave Xandra a big grin as he reclined in his chair. Speaking with a playful tone. “I have come up with my payment, dear agent. You and our captured filthy rebel will pleasure me with your breasts at the same time. I believe you are both F Cups, so I want to see if it is at all noticeable.” The brunette thought over the request. It was relatively simple, and she could play it up, but she didn't want to just do what Will said. He had to work a bit more for his prize. At least she knew him enough to know he would happily play along. Adrijana might get some rough treatment; nevertheless, the Agent felt like her friend wouldn’t really mind it at all.

The Agent made a big show of getting on her knees behind Adrijana. Resting her chin on the other woman's shoulder. The Human was holding up the Miraluka’s massive F Cup. Pinching and pulling on the nipples roughly. Getting a few moans from the captured woman. Xandra started to get rougher with her groping as she spoke. “Honestly Will. I think we should torture the Rebel first. I mean interrogate.” She slapped one of the breasts randomly. Pulling a surprised but excited yelp out of Adrijana. No one was expecting that.

The Admiral’s attention was locked on them now. The dirty blonde spoke with a smirk. “I love your idea. You have my full support.” Before anyone could question or realize. Xanda snuck a pair of cuffs on Adrijana's wrists. Returning to squeezing, groping, and slapping the Miraluka's massive F Cups immediately after. Will pulled a pair of nipple clamps attached to a chain from a drawer in his desk. Always good to be prepared. He clamped the bound woman's nipples with a playful smirk. With the attention her sensitive breasts were receiving. The brunette closed her eyes to enjoy it. Soft moans pulled out with every squeeze.

The agent did not stop there, though. She had to give up squeezing with one hand so that she could dig into another drawer. Pulling a small stick whip out. The Imperial woman had a very sadistic grin as she made a few practice swings. To the brunette's surprise, one of the swings hit her right breast. Pulling a surprised, strained, and teeth-clenching yelp. She was going to enjoy this. Will had the fun idea of putting the chain in Adrijana's mouth. Making the woman pull the clamps herself. The Miraluka was almost making them bounce repeatedly from her tugs. Forcing strained moans out of her mouth. At the same time, the black-haired woman was swatting at her tits and nipples. 

This assault continued for about ten to fifteen minutes. Adrijana was a moaning mess at this point. Her breasts were bouncing wildly from the clamps and whip. Her tits were covered in red marks from the whip. Xandra could feel the heat off of them. The Miraluka was put over the edge with this fun. Her body clenching down as she came hard. With her hands still cuffed, they just clasped into fists. The brunette let out a deep, teeth-clench growl as she came. After she was done and detensed. The woman breathed heavily. She smirked before speaking. “I give. I give. I'll give you Imperials whatever you want.”

The two would move closer together. Xandra made a big show about lifting her shirt. The two women were now hugging to press their tits together. It was mostly one-sided because Adrijana was still handcuffed. And no one was freeing her. The agent smirked up at the Admiral before she asked. “Who is doing the work here? You or us?” Will looked down at the erotic view and then replied to his friend. “I am going to fuck those fat tits of yours. You and the Rebel scum are mine. Prepare to get fucked.”

The Admiral closed the distance between the three. Sliding his member between their breasts. Adrijana let out a pleasure-fueled moan while Xandra gave him some flirtatious sounds and bounced her brow at him. It was soft but firm. He wasted no time and started sawing away between their tits. It was wonderful for Will and Adrijana. The Agent was pinching her own nipples and bouncing her breasts against the Miraluka's. Who would bounce her breasts back. Creating more pleasure for the Admiral. The two were now moaning from his thrusting between their tits. Adrijana closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations. 

This assault continued for twenty minutes. Will was pushed over the edge first. His body tensed up as he thrust wildly between their breasts. His cock twitched as it released shot after shot of his cum. Covering Xandra’s and Adrijana’s faces and breasts in his cum. Adrijana had been pushed over the edge because of the attention given to her sensitive breasts. And she came for a second time. Accidentally swallowing some of Will’s cum in her actions. Xandra was also pushed over the edge. At some point she pushed a hand between her legs to play with herself. Making her cum hard from the fun. The three would eventually detense. 

Will was the first to get his mind back. He helped get the girls redressed. He also removed the handcuffs from Adrijana. Once the other two’s minds were back he talked with them. Well his sent Adrijana on her way so he could talk with Xandra. The Agent had wanted to congratulate the Admiral for his new promotion. So the two took a quick drink from the bottle she had brought with her. She wanted to do more with her old friend. But her job kept her from staying long. Long enough to celebrate, get something to eat, chat a bit. And then she had to head back to her own ship. Will and Xandra said their goodbyes afterward. And the Admiral went about his day. Going over any leftover paperwork he couldn’t pass on to Bea. Everyone was awake by then.

                                  Late in the second month of 4 ABY

After the party the new High Admiral had a party and ceremony for the Squadron he had commanded. While it was true that his new flagship would require everything filled out. There was simply not enough crew space for them all. The crew itself wouldn't be enough to fill the Maelstrom. But he has over a thousand more troops than the Maelstrom could carry. While Stormtroopers were supposed to keep to themselves Will didn't care for that annoying segregation. So he got close with everyone that would let him. He had more pilots than the Battlecruiser could carry. But they proudly kept to themselves. He knew they wouldn't care. It was gonna take an annoying amount of time and paperwork but Will was going to try and get his troops added to the Crimson Command. 

The Maelstrom got its new crew while it was being reactivated. Luckily, it was stored in a dry dock. And they didn't pick at it for parts. There were no real repairs needed. Only reconnecting wires and cleaning. Running diagnostics and learning the new system. Will had a problem with his new Battlecruiser, though. It was about the size of a Praetor II. Had an amazing amount of firepower, shields, and armor. Advanced sensors. The double bridge like the Venator. His problem is that it has so much stuffed inside they forgot to make room for the fighters. 

That is not saying there is no hanger. Will was able to dock his yacht inside of it. And it can fit many times the ground forces into it. So it is big enough for that. But the Maelstrom is heavily lacking in the actual fighter space. Only having ninety six of them. The much smaller Venator that the Battlecruiser was supposed to be a larger version of. Had just over four hundred fighters. The overhyped and overpriced command ship had less than four times as many. It was stupid. But it was now his stupid. He had half a mind to refit as much of the outside of the ship with external TIE Racks. Like the Empire did to Carracks. Would be an interesting idea at least. 

Back on track though. With everything cleaned and figured out. It was time for the shakedown cruise. Getting everyone accustomed to the active ship. And making sure everything worked right. Checking for any damage that they might have missed and checking that all weapons and systems are working accordingly. The new TIE pilots were running flight tests. Taking off from the hanger, flying in different formations around the ship before landing again. The rest of the Crimson Command Victorys were waiting for the new High Admiral and their flagship to fly over to the fleet on standby. It was quite an impressive sight. The just under five thousand meter Battlecruiser floating its way through the collection of nine hundred meter long Star Destroyers. 

After a random hyperdrive jump to make sure everything was working. They came across something in the new region. It was a Fleet of Zygerrian Slaver ships. But instead of the regular freighters the local Slavers tended to use, there were a couple of ships in the flotilla that didn't fit at all. Initial scans claiming them to being a Kaloth-style Battlecruiser and a Y164 Slave Transport. The Battlecruiser looked to be around the same size as a Nebulon-B. About the same firepower. Scanners said the Transport was 90 meters and had a large amount of people onboard. The Battlecruiser was hailing them. 

The High Admiral accepted. The head Slaver wanted to know if the Imperial was interested in his supply. Having to play the part, Will accepted. He was invited to check out the Transport. The dirty blonde and a good few people loaded up into his yacht. It floated out of the hangar and over towards the slave transport. Comically enough, the yacht was a good bit larger than the transport. The slave ship looked like you put a bird bill on the front of a box. Someone recognized it as being usually with Thalassian Slavers. The Battlecruiser too. The Imperial figured they would learn more after docking. 

As the two ships connected, Will and Kaylar had a team of loyal Stormtroopers escorting them into the Transport. About five or so Zygerrians were waiting for them on the other side. The salesman and their guards. The Slaver motioned for the Imperials to follow him. Going on a spiel about the type of Cargo they had now. Which was people. He was very giddy about the newest ships in their fleets. Being able to carry so many more slaves at one time. The Zygerrians were enjoying the enhanced quality of life the larger ships gave. When they returned home with them, they would report to the Slaver Empire to get as many of them as possible. 

The group made their way to the hold; Will could see a lot of slaves there. Maybe over a thousand. And there were only a few guards. Maybe ten. It was much less than the High Admiral expected. He had a scheme going, having sent out a message since he really didn't want the Slavers to get anything this big. He had assumed that this was going to be harder. But it seems the Zygerrians were a bit too relaxed. Since the battle for the transport clearly won't take as long as he thought. Will would have to think of a way to kill time while the rest were doing their parts. 

That is when the High Admiral noticed something odd. A Zygerrian bound with the slaves. He could kill time by asking about them. Will motioning to the one among the slaves before asking. “What did one of your people do to become a slave?” The head Slaver looked to the slave and then back to the Imperial before replying. “She is a traitor to our Empire. Tried to form an anti slave clan. So she was enslaved. We are not allowed to sell her, though. So we use her as eye candy for important deals. You can see those assets all the way over here. Largest pair I have ever seen. We have her dance for better deals. With the new ships and bringing back fifteen hundred slaves. I might be rewarded for that one. I have been wanting to play with her for so long.”

The High Admiral felt sympathetic for the slave. Luckily he can use her for one of his plans. He will be able to free and employ her soon. When he processed what the Zygerrian said about her assets. He couldn't help but look. And damn, they were much bigger than Xandra’s or Adrijana’s. But he could see they were still smaller than Cheron's colossal MM Cups. Or the Mirailan Makka and her massive melons. The Zygerrian would be in third place on his yacht. Even at third she had amazing breasts. Now Will just hoped that she accepts and isn't an asshole. Having her on his side would make one of his schemes so much easier. 

Seeing his focus on the Zygerrian slave. The Slaver decides to make her dance to help convince the Imperial to spend his credits there. The Slave stepped out into the middle of the room. Away from everyone. Her outfit accented her body perfectly. Having quite a bit of holes, cleavage and underboob. It was quite the sight. She started to sway her hips around I'm circles then her shoulders. Showing off her breasts. Will didn't stop knowing that the dance should kill enough time for what was happening. The Zygerrian continued swaying her ass and tits in a very sexy and sensual way. The Admiral and his escort were enjoying the show. The Chiss’s eyes were locked on her bouncing breasts. 

After she was done, the High Admiral got a message. The other ship has been taken. The dirty blonde orders his Stormtroopers to take the transport. And they do with relative ease. Killing off the slavers and their guards. Xandra sent him a message that her troops had successfully taken the Slaver’s Battlecruiser. The Zygerrians were caught off guard and fell deeply confused. Will decided to explain what had happened to the slaves. He was going to free the slaves but have those willing work for him. He wanted to use the Slaver Ships to gather information for him. Only a third of the slaves accepted his deal. So he has them work with his assistants in finding where to bring them.

The Zygerrian slave thanked the High Admiral by accepting his deal. She introduced herself as Jenae. The two discussed what he would be expecting of her. She would pretend to be the Captain of the slaving fleet. The slaves would now work for her and Will. Those working with her would be sent on missions by the High Admiral to gather information from the slavers, pirates, and so on. The slaves that would work with him directly would pretend to be slaves on his ship so that they could gather information from the Imperials at his parties. Everyone accepted and understood what was expected of them. Janae stuck around to get more accustomed to her new boss.

The rest of his new crew of freed slaves were. Ruby, a Nelvaanian. She loves her new life in the civilized world. Will has promised to get her an education. Three Togrutans that were taken from Kiros. Berry, Morguen, and Numa. They have decided to stay with Will because they want to stay in touch with someone able and willing to help any more of their people that might get taken from Kiros too. And then five Twi’leks. Lucky, Gaz, Lilac, Belle, and Gina. Thanking Will for their freedom by working for him.

With that figured out the new employees are moved to the yacht. So that they know everyone else on the transport is being sent home. The High Admiral and his people return to the yacht, and it returns to the Maelstrom. He gives the crew the reasoning that he wanted slaves but didn’t want to pay for them. So he simply took them. No one questioned the Commander. The new girls on the yacht nervously stayed on board. Not wanting to interact with the rest of the ship. The battlecruiser continued with it’s shake down cruise.

                                  Third month of 4 ABY

Will and Bea were currently going through the last of the paperwork to bring the troops that he didn’t have room for in the Battlecruiser, into the Crimson Command when they got news of something big. The Emperor and Lord Vader had been killed in a battle against the Rebels. It was some very heavy news. The High Admiral had to listen to it a few more times. Not believing what he was hearing. But it was true. The Emperor was dead. He didn’t know what was going to happen next. Bea finished the paperwork while he was trying to think. 

One of the other things they were getting information on was how Admirals and Moffs were declaring their own little empires. Will decided to talk with the rest of the people that he trusted on the yacht. So he told them to meet him there. And for Xandra to be ready to receive a call once everyone was ready. Will and Bea were already on the yacht because he treated it like his office. So they just had to wait for Kaylar and the others to arrive. The Chiss was taking the longest because she didn’t live on the yacht like the rest. They had decided to move to the grand hall so everyone could hear what happened and was happening.

Xandra answered the call and everyone was caught up to what was going on. Xandra and Kaylar were both caught off guard. Xandra being mid mission. Once everyone was on the same tab it was time for Will to give the reasoning for the meeting. Saying. “There are many Commanders claiming their own little Empires. I would suggest trying that. But I haven’t been in command of the Crimson Command for very long. I don’t have their loyalty or respect yet. Since Zsinj has declared his own empire. I am suggesting we give him a chance. If he fails we go from there. How does that sound?” 

Everyone thought over what he said. And it made since. The Crimson Command would be critical of his choices. And understand that they control his influence. Zsinj seemed like a good guy while they were under his command. So declaring the command for his empire seemed like the right thing to do. And hopefully they had time to plan things out if not. So everyone at the Meeting agreed with his idea. With that the meeting was adjourned. Xandra claiming  she would join in with them. And the people left the hall slowly.

The High Admiral and Agent coordinated. Calling Zsinj together. They would declare the Crimson Command and her Intelligence Fleet to his Empire. Zsinj welcomed the two to his new faction. The two learned about what they would need to know. Dathomir was his new capital. The two would make their way to the world so that he could focus on consolidating the people choosing to follow Zsinj. Will and Xandra jumped into hyperdrive and were on their way to a new beginning.