Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 ZERO
Author's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. Thanks to meathead96 for editing this entire story for me.
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Prologue: a couple of weeks after Jagged Fel becomes High Moff of the Galactic Empire ...
“Do you really think this will work on her?” Moff Fel asked in disbelief.
“Yes, Your Excellency,” Major Drasi assured him. “I reviewed her brainwave scan, and psych profile you provided us with, and she is very susceptible to the ProCorps training.”
Moff Fel considered this a moment. “I don't want to turn anyone, especially Jaina Solo, into a brainwashed sex slave,” he said firmly.
“I understand, Your Excellency. I assure you, every single ProCorps trooper has volunteered. Yes, some needed a little ... encouragement, but the best ProCorps troopers are pretty much naturals. We just help them bring it out,” Major Drasi explained.
“She's a Jedi. If she figures out what we are doing to her, she'll probably kill me. And before she does, I'll tell her it was all your idea,” Moff Fel promised him.
Major Drasi was Ysanne Isard's son, so people wanting to kill him was in his blood. Still, he understood the seriousness of the threat. “I assure you, Your Excellency, she will eagerly ask for more. And if she does start killing people, I'll be first on her list, since she and I will be at the Academy together, and you'll be here on Bastion,” he explained.
Moff Fel sat silently for a few seconds. “Well, If we're wrong, I'm sure she'll get to both of us eventually,” he commented. “Besides, I've already sent her the chrono and comlink, and she sent me a holomessage thanking me and telling me how much she loved them.”
“Everything will work out perfectly, Your Excellency,” Major Drasi assured him again.
“I really did want her here as a Jedi, to help keep the other Moffs in line.” Moff Fel told him.
Major Drasi frowned a moment, deciding how best to phrase his response. “My staff and I conducted a thorough study of her physiological profile and brainwave scan. Even though the scan was nearly a year old, this woman is one of the most natural submissives we've ever encountered. There's no way she can maintain the facade of being a Jedi for very much longer. The business with Cadeus will only make her worse.”
Moff Fel considered that a few moments. Jaina hadn't seemed very happy in awhile. Even when she was showing off her new jewelry, he could tell she was ... off. “Well, alright. We'll proceed as we planned. I'll shunt her off into basic training, where she'll wear the spectacles and earpieces, and when you decide she's ready, you can show her the recruitment video.”
“I will be happy too, Your Excellency,” Major Drasi replied confidently.
Moff Fel picked up the spectacles that were sitting on his desk. “How do they work?” Moff Fel asked him as he examined them.
“Well, they work best with the earpieces. Together they sync to and adjust the brainwave patterns of the wearer. At the ProCorps Academy we re-scan the recruits' brainwaves daily, and adjust the spectacles and earpieces,” Major Drasi explained.
“But they'll work without the brainwave scans?” Moff Fel asked.
“Well, without the initial scan, they have very little effect. Without the subsequent scans, they have limited effect,” Major Drasi replied. “They will actually make the wearer relax though, which is why it's such a great disguise. Someone that suspects something can wear them, or have a third person try them on, and they'll just feel relaxed afterwards, even if they wear them for weeks. With the proper adjustments though, we can make real changes.”
Moff Fel looked over the spectacles a few seconds. “And how do the chrono and comlink fit in?” he asked, setting down the spectacles and picking up the five-centimeter-wide silver wrist chrono.
“The comlink is used mainly to store the music and transparent patterns. If the subject is on an Imperial Ship or in an Imperial Facility, then the earpieces and spectacles can work fine without the comlink. Oh, and the comlink has a tracking device built into it,” Major Drasi explained.
Moff Fel nodded his head in understanding. “What about the chrono?”
Major Drasi smiled. “It's just for decoration, and for use as a cuff, like the comlink,” he answered.
“Okay, the comlink stores the music and transparent patterns. Can it affect someone without the earpieces and spectacles?” Moff Fel asked him.
Major Drasi considered that a moment. “It will to some degree, especially if it can be synced to the subject's brainwave scan. Since the one you sent to Jaina was synced, it will help considerably. She’ll still need to start wearing the spectacles and earpieces as soon as possible, though.”
“And this will work on any human?” Moff Fel asked him.
“They will, but the results vary greatly depending on the psych profile on the subject,” Major Drasi replied. “Women are about five times as likely as men to be susceptible enough to put into ProCorps training, but we need about ten times as many women as men, so we are always on the lookout for women. Jaina Solo is in the top one hundredth of one percent of projected susceptibility to the training.”
Now Moff Fel smiled. “She always did love playing the submissive in the bedroom,” he said with a chuckle.
“Based on her psych profile, Your Excellency, I'd say that was one of the few times she wasn't 'playing.' The Rebels really messed that girl up, and now it's our turn to put her right,” Major Drasi said.
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As her X-wing hurtled through hyperspace, on her way to the Imperial Capital of Bastion, Jaina Solo admired the chrono and comlink that Jag had sent her. Each of them was about five centimeters wide, and looked like durasteel cuffs on her wrists. The comlink was especially nice. Jaina had already spent hours playing with it, discovering all of its features. Of course its communications functions didn't work in hyperspace, but it still had some features that she hadn't discovered yet.
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