Focusing on the task!

You skim your datapad, finding quickly what you were looking for. Your room. You had assumed correctly the Overseer had allocated a room for you and under a false name. Vax Tramillion, you wonder if Vax had to die in the Vally of the dark lords so you could assume his place but then come to the conclusion it's not worth thinking about. Seems you have a safe place to prepare and you make good time. The room is located deep in the lower southern extremity of the Academy. This area must be the military zone as it is densely populated with imperial troopers and military personnel.

Stepping into a small hyper lift you are joined by an imperial trooper. She pushes confidently into the small lift forcing you back. Under her helmet, you cannot see her reaction if any to your intermit positioning. She then turns grinding her hip against your cock. Due to your large size and the compact nature of the lift you are pressed together. She is only 5ft 3 and you cannot help but notice how well her body fills out her tight fitting imperial uniform. In-between the plates of black armour the insulated suit is tight and form-fitting. You are thankful for the Empires conscription laws, that puts beauty’s like this into uniform.

In-between her high chest plate and utility belt you notice her hourglass figure. And journeying further south you appreciate the peachy ass spreading out beyond the triangular armour flap that covers her rear. The flap is pushed upwards resting on the top of her ass, and her cheeks sit beautifully on the tops of her tight thy armour. The lift door has closed and she is pressed against you. Your cock begins to awaken. You try to concentrate on studying the blaster and communication equipment on her backpack. But as the lift slows she stumbles pressing her ass against your cock. You freeze unsure if she felt it or her armour is taking the pressure. You're sure your cock is making a huge print in her behind.

The door swiftly slides open this is your stop. “Excuse me.” You are barely able to croak out the words. She jumps as if just realising you're there then politely moves to allow you past. She does not, however, leave the lift and as you squeeze past your sure one of her fingers strokes your cock. You hear a tiny moan from the trooper, but her helmet is looking straight ahead and the noise was so tiny your not sure if you imagined it. You hurriedly leave the lift and make for your door ten meters away. The code works and with a satisfying activation, the door slides smoothly open. You look back making sure to keep your erection facing away. The trooper watches you enter the room and you're sure she giggles as the lift door closes. This place is not conducive with efficient work, you think to yourself. The mission, stay on mission!

The room is furnished modestly and as to be expected the same dull selection of imperial issue greys dress the items within. The bed luckily is a double besides having guests sleeping in a single bed for a human your size is most uncomfortable. With the door locked, you place the chest on a small work desk. It opens with a crisp click and satisfying slide. And inside you find a set of armour. Reinforced boots, thermo steel chest plate, shoulder pads and impact gloves are among the equipment you find within. Unfortunately, no codpiece but you suppose people can just enjoy the view, that trooper did.

With your armour happily set aside you upload your mission information. The blue glow of the holo feed is projected from the desk and you study the readouts maps and data logs with an expert eye. You curse yourself for not recognising the name Marka Ragnos quite possibly the greatest dark lord to have ever lived. He conquered his competitors in a series of quick, ruthless campaigns and became Dark Lord of all Sith, a title he would hold for more than a century. The reign of Marka Ragnos might have been short-lived had he not displayed great strategic discipline. Instead of clashing directly with Sith challengers who hungered for his power, he pitted his enemies against each other to weaken and destroy them. Similarly, he was one of few Sith of his era who knew of the existence of the Republic and the Jedi Order. He chose not to attack, and instead focused on strengthening the Sith Empire.

Rightfully impressed by the subject of your trial your reading takes you to more recent intelligence. You realise now the aforementioned Lord Renning is operating in the area of the tomb. He has gathered evidence of rampant Dark energy surrounding the tomb. So powerful infant it has driven any who approach mad with rage. Additionally, all local wildlife has been imbued with the Dark Lord's power, becoming fearless and immune to pain. You suspect now any beast dwelling within the tomb will hold immense dark power. It is understood now why no other acolyte has slain the beast.

With your mission understood. You gather supplies a set out for the Tomb of Marka Ragnos.