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I wake up to the sounds of klaxxons blaring. Red light sweeps across the barrack room me and my sister-troopers had been assigned.

 "Incoming Rebel Attack" a robotic voice declares, its monotone expression sounding disinterested. The message repeats as I push myself out of my bed, my naked body trembling with excitement.

"Come on, bitches! Battlestations!" My commander's voice prompts me to move faster as she steps into the room. I slide the white briefs of my uniform up my legs, settling them across my firm ass and hips even as the commander storms across the room to ensure we weren't slacking. "Those rebel sluts think they can just take our ship? We'll show them what the Empire thinks of their shitty little plans!"

We dress quickly, though several girls get a sharp crack of the commander's baton as a reminder that the Empire didn't tolerate lollygagging. As I pull my black top over my head, settling it across the humps of my B-cup breasts, I can't help but notice the way my hard nipples poke through the otherwise smoothly drawn fabric; I couldn't wait to kill some rebels!

"T44, T94 & T100. Report to Airlock 54 and join-up with the defending force there. Those sluts are gonna try to board us, you make sure they don't." Three girls snap quick salutes and hurry from the room. "T55 & T63, they need extra gun crews on the starboard side. Get over there and fry anything that comes within range of the ship" I stand up tall and salute, though I hadn't even had time to get my boots on. I hurry out wearing only the black stockings that normally went under our armoured boots; I wouldn't need them where I was going anyway.

The ship is large, one of the new Imperial cruisers meant to supplement the larger Destroyers. We weren't as well armoured, but the ship could repel most attacks on its own. I had been assigned to it only a week earlier, fresh from the training center and eager to distinguish myself in battle! Now the entire place was in an uproar. Red flashing lights bathed the scene with a blood-like tint that only heightened the peak of adrenaline coursing through me.

A small troop of girls in black leotards and tall boots march past me in one of the wide corridors, all of them holding helmets under their arms; pilots! Their designations match those of us troopers, but the T replaced with a P, and their heads held higher; I wanted to be one so badly! I watch them go before T63 pushes me along, "Hurry up, stupid, before they discard us both for dereliction!" I shudder at the thought; dereliction of duty by a clone-trooper was usually punished by immediate disintegration... I'd seen a few girls be discarded, nothing left of them but smoking ash-filled boots... I hurry.

The gun battery is in full operation by the time I arrive, and the commanding officer quickly has us in place. The guns are manned individually, each girl sitting back in a bucket-reared seat facing a control panel and a pair of large sticks, each capped by a blinking red button. As I sit, the control panel crackles to life and I'm looking outside the ship! Enemy fighters are everywhere! Our own fighters are marked by green outlines to ensure we don't fire on them.

"Fire at will, bitches!"

I do just that. My seat rumbles a little with each shot, bringing a blush to my lightly freckled cheeks as I focus on what I'm shooting at. I can't see the pilots of the ships, but as I put a stream of red-coloured laserfire through the hull of an enemy fighter, I can only imagine the look on the pilot's face. I gasp softly as the fighter explodes, sending chunks of debris sprialing lazily away into space.

There! Another one! I open fire and I'm rewarded by the fighter dissolving into a streaking fireball, the girl inside it no doubt shrieking in horror for the second or two she's given before the entire thing explodes, and she's reduced to space-dust.

I fall into the flow of it easily. Fighter after fighter falls to my lasers, but there're so many more to replace them! Our own fighters continue to fight, but the number of green-lit ships on my screen begins to dwindle. I think of the pilots I'd seen heading for their ships on my way to the guns; the way their bodies had been shaped by the tightly stretched lycra-like leotards they'd worn, the small pistols bouncing in their leg holsters, the way they'd carried themselves so proudly... were all of those girls dead yet? I shiver in my seat even as another blast of laser fire causes it to rumble beneath me. I can feel the slight dampness of my panties as they cling to my aroused skin; this was even better than I thought it'd be!

My inattention nearly costs me. An enemy fighter squadron had been assigned to quiet our guns! They open fire, sending torpedoes and laser fire directly into our array of weapons. I open fire once more, but it's too late to stop them! A girl several seats over shrieks out a submissive, "NYAAAAAAHHH!" as her gun is destroyed, sending electrical feedback through her system and filling the short blonde's body with deadly electricity. She's cooked on the spot! Her body shakes, tits jostling in her tight top, and her tongue hanging out of her mouth stupidly as she stares wide-eyed at the crackling monitor. Finally, she topples forward, face-planting into the controls.

A brunette nearby suffers a similar fate, jerking and writhing in her chair as her deathcry fills the air. "AIIIIIIEEE!!!" Gritting her teeth, the brunette dies with a look of agony on her face, slumping back in her chair with her legs wide and her panties soaked by a final humiliating orgasm.

Nearly 10 of our 24 guns are destroyed, the girls manning them screaming as they die. Each of us continues to fire, however, as though unaware of the girls dying around us. Each look of determination remains solid until it's that girl's turn to shriek and dance in their seat.

Somewhere down the line, a redhead simply stops firing, and begins masturbating furiously in her seat. Overcome by her own need, the girl doesn't even notice as the commander comes in behind her and fires a pair of blaster-rounds directly into her back through her chair. The girl lets out an almost disappointed sounding "Grrrrk!" as she flops forward and dies, her hand still buried in her own panties.

"Ship hull integrity compromised. Please report to airlocks to repel boarders." The cool, calm robotic voice informs us that the real battle was about to begin. Somewhere, rebel troops were preparing to storm the ship. That isn't my job though, and I blast another rebel whore out of the sky, leaving her ship spinning as her hull disintegrates and she's ejected into space. I can feel the knot in my belly as I tremble with a need to enjoy myself at the expense of the slain girls, but I don't want the commander to punish ME like she had the other redhead.

It's then that the entire ship shakes. Like a million fireworks going off at once, loud thudding booms resonate down the hallways, and the seat beneath me suddenly lurches! The entire corridor seems to spin and it's only my tight grip on the control sticks that keep me from losing my equilabrium. It's only then that I realize that the entire corridor IS spinning! As though it'd been cast adrift, the ship around us was turning, and more importantly, slowly rising. Like a rod being raised to stand on its end, the corridor was slowly becoming vertical.

"Shit! Hold on, girls!" Shrieks the commander as wobbly legs hurry towards a vacant seat. The corpses of the girls who'd already been slain tumble from their chairs and slide away, heading towards the distant end of the corridor--now increasingly below us! "The emergency anti-grav system will kick in!" The commander seems less than sure about what she's saying, but we hold on, little cries of excitement drowned out by the louder shrieks of a girl as she loses her grip. A black-haired girl only a little older than me plummets past me, her cries dwindling as she falls to her death! A blonde goes soon after, her long hair wavering around her head as she flails her limbs helplessly, "N-NOOOOOYAAAAIIIIIiiii----"

My heart is pounding, both of my arms clutching the back of my chair now as my legs dangle. Below me--far below me--I can see the pile of bodies that had begun to collect there. Then the anti-grav hits, and I'm floating.

"Abandon ship. All personnel, abandon ship." That damn robotic cunt! How could she be so calm during all of this? What was going on!? Had we been hit that badly? Or had the rebels taken the bridge?? Uncertainty is met by desperation as we float in the corridor-turned-shaft.

"Get to the escape pods! Every girl for herself!" A black-haired girl nearby--her green hair barette pushed forward almost to her forehead by the sudden shift in gravity--yelled out as she pushed off from the wall! The furor that followed her declaration was immediate. Girls began swimming up the shaft, pushing off of each other to try and reach the door at the top. A blonde pushes off from a brunette, sending the smaller girl spinning with a wail of surprise and leaving her disoriented. There likely wouldn't be enough escape pods for everyone anyway... so it was as much a race against each other as it was a race against the inevitable destruction of the ship!

Minutes tick, and I pull myself up using the shoulders of a surprised looking blonde. The girl swears at me as my push upwards, forces her down, but I don't care. I had to survive! My programming was as much to preserve myself as it was to kill rebel sluts.I'm through the door with maybe 7 of the remaining gunner-girls before the bulkhead slams shut and the others are trapped on the other side! I can hear them pounding on it, begging to be let out, but I don't listen; I can't help them now, they were on their own! I can't help but stroke between my thighs slowly as I realize those sluts were as good as dead. The others don't wait for me though, and I have to hurry to catch up.

We pull ourselves through countless corridors. I can see flames crackling in rooms as I pass, and corpses float in the air--some of them rebel bodies. Blood hangs in the air like red marbles, and though I can hear the rumbling of the ship, and distant explosions, I can't feel the vibrations of them anymore. Several doors have already sealed, and looking through one I can see the hull had been torn out entirely. The remaining corridor was empty and I could only imagine that the bodies--living or dead--had been sucked out into space already.

We're close now though! The emergency signs tell us we're only a few minutes away from the bank of escape pods.

Then it happens!

As we're travelling along another identical corridor--this one running alongside the hull of the ship--a torpedo slams into it! Instantly the hull is breached, and even as the explosion throws us forward, the sudden rush of air is trying to pull us back. 2 girls are sucked out immediately, their deathcries barely heard over the wind whipping past my face. The door is so close! The remaining 5 of us clutch the walls, climbing them as though they were sheer cliff faces. So close! Another girl loses her grip, her black hair streaked with pink highlights. She flies past me and I can see the fear in her eyes as she's sucked out into space through the hole in the hull. I just about cum!

There's 4 of us left. We're so close! My body is electric with lust. I can feel my hair whipping about with the air being sucked away, and I wonder how long before I start to suffocate. The door is only a few inches away! 2 of the girls are already through and as I reach out to join them... they close the door!

I gasp, my eyes widening. No! No no no! I see them glance through the glass paneling, but they make no move to let me out; with the door sealed, their oxygen was secured--not to mention they didn't have to risk being pulled out as well--but it was a death sentence for me and the other girl. My loins are on fire, my pussy trembling with the inevitability of my own death. The air is still being pulled from somewhere though, and in a moment of arousal-induced weakness, I lose my grip!

"AIIIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!" I barely know what's happening as I'm pulled from the corridor. The other girl is still holding on when I lose sight of her, the sterile white inside of the ship replaced by the blackness of space. I writhe, feeling the sudden chill of sun-less space as it begins to kill me immediately! My mouth moves uselessly, limbs floating, suspended in the carrion darkness as though I were trapped underwater. All around me bits of destroyed ships and motionless bodies hang in the stillness.

I can't breathe, but surprisingly I don't die instantly. As the air I had in my lungs escape me, I feel my head pounding with pain. My final few seconds are almost relaxing, despite the increasing terror of the cold gripping my nearly naked body.

Nearby, I can dimly see the ship falling away from me. It'd been broken right in half! From here I can see the bodies of my trooper-sisters hanging thickly in space, but even worse... I can see escape pods firing off with survivors. My final seconds of life are a strange mix of self-destructive pleasure and humiliation at having failed to survive the attack.

Even as I die, my body trembles, and the orgasm I'd felt welling up in me escapes in one fine rush of pleasure which ushers me into darkness. My tongue falls slackly from between my lips, and my half-lidded blue eyes stare upwards at nothing in particular. My body joins the others as space-debris to be cleaned up--or not--by scavangers looking for some Imperial tech to sell once the battle is over, and we're left to float in our solar graveyard...

 

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  • Zoey
    Zoey Monday, 19 October 2015

    Wonderful short story! :)

  • Kirstin B.
    Kirstin B. Monday, 19 October 2015

    Thank you, Zoey!

    I was going to include you again, 'cause us Red Heads have to stick together, but I realized it was running a little long. I was considering doing a second one that has the actual boarding assault that T94, T100 & T44 were sent to help repel!

    Which they obviously didn't do that great a job at... haha.

    Thank you for reading it!

  • Zoey
    Zoey Monday, 19 October 2015

    They should put us together in a group and just say "Keep them together, that way we get rid of the gingers at once" :p
    I'm sure we did our best to stop the rebels. We tried :)

  • Kirstin B.
    Kirstin B. Tuesday, 20 October 2015

    Omg. Haha. That'd be great.

    "Send the Ginger Corps"
    "But ma'am, they'd be outnumbered and outgunned!"
    "Yes! We'll finally be rid of them!"

  • Stephy
    Stephy Tuesday, 20 October 2015

    Amazing story Zoey! Don't forget about T96 though, I'd love to be in your stories :)

  • Kirstin B.
    Kirstin B. Tuesday, 20 October 2015

    Glad you liked it, Stephy!

    I wrote it in about an hour, haha, it's why the detail isn't up to the standards of the stuff I put more time into... but sometimes I just want to write out a fun idea quickly. :)

  • Stephy
    Stephy Tuesday, 20 October 2015

    Ooops! I should have said nice story Kirstin :P For some reason I thought Zoey wrote this at first haha!

  • Kirstin B.
    Kirstin B. Tuesday, 20 October 2015

    Haha, no problem! I wasn't going to correct you 'cause I didn't want to embarrass you...

    Zoey's a pretty prolific poster on here, so it's natural that you'd see a story about troopers and think it was her. :)

  • Trevor
    Trevor Tuesday, 20 October 2015

    Really cool story Kirstin!! :)

  • Trevor
    Trevor Tuesday, 20 October 2015

    Really cool story Kirstin!! :)

  • Kirstin B.
    Kirstin B. Wednesday, 21 October 2015

    Thank you, Trevor! :)

  • RAUL
    RAUL Wednesday, 21 October 2015

    I love it ! wow what a way to go. Your gunner battle was awesome and your final effort to survive was brilliant. I think I would have had some debris spear your body just for good measure :) or a Xwing pilot do a straffing run on you and your sister

  • RAUL
    RAUL Wednesday, 21 October 2015

    I love it ! wow what a way to go. Your gunner battle was awesome and your final effort to survive was brilliant. I think I would have had some debris spear your body just for good measure :) or a Xwing pilot do a straffing run on you and your sister

  • Kirstin B.
    Kirstin B. Wednesday, 21 October 2015

    Thanks, Raul!

    I'm actually a little sorry I didn't do more at the end too, haha. I should have played up my death a bit more... but I was running out of time before my lunch break was over and really needed to wrap it up. :)

  • pistaccio
    pistaccio Wednesday, 27 July 2016

    "Somewhere down the line, a redhead simply stops firing, and begins masturbating furiously in her seat. Overcome by her own need, the girl doesn't even notice as the Commander comes in behind her and fires a pair of blaster-rounds directly into her back through her chair. The girl lets out an almost disappointed sounding "Grrrrk!" as she flops forward and dies, her hand still buried in her own panties."
    Oh I just loooove it. I really love that super exciting theme of Commanders nonchalantly and mercilessly slaughtering any of their distracted, insubordinate or frozen in fear warrior girls. Lovely additional touch to these gorgeous stories of bloody battle

  • pistaccio
    pistaccio Wednesday, 27 July 2016

    "Somewhere down the line, a redhead simply stops firing, and begins masturbating furiously in her seat. Overcome by her own need, the girl doesn't even notice as the Commander comes in behind her and fires a pair of blaster-rounds directly into her back through her chair. The girl lets out an almost disappointed sounding "Grrrrk!" as she flops forward and dies, her hand still buried in her own panties."
    Oh I just loooove it. I really love the 2 super exciting themes; the first, of warrior girls losing all control as they fall passionately in love with all the slaughter in the battle, and with all the exciting screams of the dying, making them explode in orgasm, or needing to masturbate, and the other theme of Commanders nonchalantly and mercilessly slaughtering any of their distracted, insubordinate or "frozen in fear" warrior girls.

    These are really lovely additional touches to these gorgeous stories of bloody and highly erotic battle.

  • pistaccio
    pistaccio Wednesday, 27 July 2016

    "Somewhere down the line, a redhead simply stops firing, and begins masturbating furiously in her seat. Overcome by her own need, the girl doesn't even notice as the Commander comes in behind her and fires a pair of blaster-rounds directly into her back through her chair. The girl lets out an almost disappointed sounding "Grrrrk!" as she flops forward and dies, her hand still buried in her own panties..."
    "... I can feel the knot in my belly as I tremble with a need to enjoy myself at the expense of the slain girls"
    Oh I just loooove it. I really love the 2 super exciting themes; the first, of warrior girls losing all control as they fall passionately in love with all the slaughter in the battle, and with all the exciting screams of the dying, making them explode in orgasm, or needing to masturbate, and the other theme of Commanders nonchalantly and mercilessly slaughtering any of their own distracted, insubordinate or "frozen in fear" warrior girls.

    These are really lovely additional touches to these gorgeous stories of bloody and highly erotic battle.

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