Chapter 6 by Halo423

What's next?

Cold Entry

Sabine skidded her speeder to a halt beneath the depot's canyon wall, twin thrusters hissing as they cooled. Sand swirled in her wake, catching moonlight like powdered glass. Above her, the ventilation shaft yawned—its durasteel grate glittering under recent hydro-scrubbers. She ran a hand through windswept purple-and-orange hair, skin prickling where sweat traced her ribs.

Sabine: “Easy in, easy out. Just avoid the **** lasers.”

She leapt onto the speeder’s seat, fingers finding purchase on the vent’s frame. A quick slice at the exterior circuit panel and the grate slid aside, exhaling damp, filtered air against her bare chest. Her nipples hardened instantly.

Sabine: “Kriffing climate control...”

She wriggled into the shaft. Freshly polished metal kissed her shoulders, ass, and thighs—cold enough to steal her breath. Panels still gleamed with hydro-cleaning residue, water droplets slithering down her spine as she crawled.

Sabine: “Gotta—adjust—"

Her breasts flattened with every shuffle forward, puckered nipples dragging ridges across the wet durasteel.

At the inner grate, she jammed an emergency release button. The panel hissed open, spilling her onto a sterile locker-room floor. Permacrete stung her knees.

Sabine: “Empty. Thank stars for small-"

A towel rack gleamed beside her. Thick, Imperial-issue cotton. She snagged one without hesitation, scrubbing furiously at her damp thighs, breasts, and the water still clinging to her shaved mound.

Sabine: “Better. Now—”

Her gaze locked onto an open locker. Inside hung a grey Imperial officer’s coat—long tails, heavy weave. Just sitting there, sleeves dangling like an invitation.

Sabine: “...too kriffing easy.”