Imperial Remnant Clean-up

Sabine Wren was suffocating in sweat, every breath like inhaling the inside of a blaster barrel. The planet Xypherion, a hellish rock buried deep in the forgotten stretches of the Outer Rim, was infamous for two things: its twin suns that never relented and its smooth, whisper-soft sands that could swallow a ship without a trace. The wind wasn’t abrasive, but the speeds it reached could fling boulders if a sandstorm rolled in.

Sabine had been on a mission from the New Republic. she chased down leads on a hidden Imperial remnant base for weeks, and this was the most promising intel yet. The depot, hidden inside the craggy maw of a canyon, loomed in the distance. But reaching it now? Suicidal. The heat would kill her before any stormtrooper got the chance.

Her body trembled, drained from days of survival and tracking.

Sabine: “I need to... Cool off. Get dry. Then hit the depot hard.”

She eyed the shaded wash beside her speeder and dropped down next to it, heart thudding.

The first thing to go was her helmet, she placed it on the ground before running her hands through her sweat soaked long purple hair with orange ends. Next to go were her gauntlets, tossed aside with a clunk. Then the armor plates came off—breastplate, thigh guards, the works. She peeled them away slowly, each one revealing more sweat-soaed patches on her.

Sabine: This heat’ll dry my gear if I leave it out. Just an hour in this sun and it'll be bone-dry.. I can risk being naked for an hour.

Next was the flightsuit. She dragged the zipper down, the noise sharp in the silence, and gasped as the dry air kissed her sticky skin.

Sabine: Fuck, that feels good...

The soaked fabric clung to her like a lover, sliding down her toned shoulders, revealing skin that shimmered with sweat. Her lean but perky breasts bounced free, nipples already stiff from the sudden air. She cupped them for a second, just feeling the relief, before pushing the suit lower.

Down her taut stomach. Over her sculpted hips. The material clung between her legs, drenched, and Sabine moaned as she peeled it down, bare skin prickling with sensation.

Sabine: No one's here. No one's ever out here... it's just me and the sun.

She said, trying to reassure herself.

She kicked off the boots, yanked the last of the suit past her ankles, and stood naked in the desert breeze, defiant and free.

Her full body gleamed—curves tight from battle, every inch glistening under the binary suns. She laid out the armor and suit carefully in the open, trusting the heat to dry them fast.

Then she ducked into the shade of her tent, collapsed onto the padded floor, legs parted slightly as she exhaled hard.

Sabine: “Fuck yes... just for a bit. Then I hit that base like a damn storm.”