Detained

Hera shivered as she laid down on the cold metal floor of the detention block. Her nipples grew hard in the cold weather, and her lekku grew stiff. She buried her face in her hands. Today was supposed to be relaxing, and now she was getting shipped straight to the Empire- completely naked! She couldn't decide if she was eager to get out, or dreading the door opening. At least here she wouldn't be seen by anyone else, she thought.

Kallus monitored her behavior over the security camera. "I must admit, I wasn't expecting to catch the rebels on indecent exposure, but the results speak for themselves." The stormtrooper commander looked expectantly at Kallus. "What are your orders, sir?" "Her friends will be here soon to rescue her. We must waste no time. Prepare an interrogation droid. We'll get whatever information we can."

Hera stood up, clenching her fists at her sides. "Enough moping," she said to herself, "let's get to work." She strode over to the door and kneeled down beside it, attempting to pick the lock as she stuck her index finger into the key slot.

Kallus arrived at the detention block, accompanied by two stormtroopers and an interrogation droid. "It's time. Open the door." The door swung open with a metal hiss, only to reveal an empty room. Furious, Kallus stepped inside, only to immediately take a punch it the face from Hera, who was hiding behind the door. Moving fast, she held Kallus' **** body hostage to ensure the stormtroopers wouldn't shoot, and ran down the hallway, ducking into a maintenance closet when she was out of sight.

Finally having a moment of privacy, Hera removed the jacket from Kallus' **** body, revealing his slim but well defined torso. Trying it on herself, it wasn't a great fit, she was barely able to pull it over her ample bosom, and it left far more cleavage than she was comfortable with exposed, but it was something. Removing Kallus' pants, they didn't fit too well either, she could feel them stretching to fit around her waist, and while they covered all of Kallus' legs, they left Hera's calves exposed. Finally, she slipped on his black leather boots, which fit pretty well, all things considered, and slipped out of the closet, locking it behind her. She checked her outfit in the mirror, it definitely wasn't going to fool anyone. If anything, Hera looked like a stripper in a pretend Imperial outfit, with her breasts mere inches away from popping out, and her leather pants tightly worn to accentuate her form. Nonetheless, she was glad to be wearing something, and she made a run for the escape pods.

Thankfully, she evaded any confrontation on the way there, and she popped the hatch open and slid into the escape pod. Hitting a button, the pod detached from the vessel and began it's descent into space, heading for the nearest planet. Hera sent out a silent prayer, hoping that she'd be able to contact her friends from wherever she landed.