Life in the Imperial Navy (Private: kfire, DiaperedSakura25)

[kfire]

(I guess I'll post a general profile on my character, you do yours, then we can start. Sound good?)

Captain Kara Lausar, of Imperial Star Destroyer Unbridled.
Height: 1.6m
Build: Slim
Hair: Dark red
Eyes: Green

Graduating with distinction from the Imperial Naval Academy, she served as a TIE pilot for 2 years before being extremely injured during an in-atmosphere operation. She survived, but after recovering, found herself reassigned as a gunner on the very Star Destroyer she used to launch from. Furious at losing her promising pilot's career but determined to succeed where she could, she eventually rose to the rank of Chief Gunnery Officer, her natural tactical skill and knack for coordination helping her climb the ranks. Eventually, she made the rank of Captain, taking command of the Unbridled right after the Battle of Endor.

However, one thing always gnawed at the back of her mind: ever since her injury, she had a problem with wetting her bed. She has managed to keep it hidden from her crewmates and superiors, knowing such an issue would be looked upon as a sign of weakness and prevent her ever climbing the ranks.

[DiaperedSakura25]

Junior Lieutenant Ana Benula
Height: 1.8m
Build: Athletic
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Hazel

After running away from home and applying to the Imperial Naval Academy she graduated a year early and immediately became her division's ace pilot. Being one of the only women she always had something to prove, going beyond mission parameters and showing up her teammates. Unfortunately, one such case nearly lost her her job and her life when she nearly crashed into a pilot to steal a kill from who she would later find out was Lord Vader. Furious at her aggression and dangerous actions it had taken all but Admiral Firmus Piett to save her from the Sith Lord's wrath. Eventually, the only way to keep her rank and life was to transfer to the Unbridled and start anew and lose the field promotion she had been working for.

Yet when she arrived on the ship her first encounter was none too pleseant, with the introduction from Captain Lausar being not too welcoming. The woman had obviously heard of her reputation and the reason for her transfer and as a result Ana had the feeling she was on the redhead's shit list.

[kfire]

Kara sighed as she entered her quarters, doffing her hat and tossing it over towards her sleep couch. She tapped the panel beside the door, keying it to close and lock, before heading over to her equipment locker . As the door sealed behind her and she approached her locker, she sighed again.

The newest transfer had been causing issues again. The wing commander reported she had been pulling parade-flight stunts in the middle of combat exercises. Impressive, certainly, but reckless. She had left the wing commander to give the official reprimands. Having been a hotshot TIE pilot herself at one point, she didn't want to be stuck dealing with the situation. Not to mention her dislike for the Junior Lieutenant in the first place.

Shaking her head, she put the events of the day out of her head. Director Isard was insistent about keeping her defense fleet over Imperial Center in top shape, so training exercises started early every day. Kara needed the sleep and stressing over this hiccup with the TIE pilot wasn't going to be any help. Carefully, she removed and folded her uniform, placing it on her desk for cleaning in the morning.

She opened her storage locker, sliding open the first in the row of drawers. Reaching to the back past her normal underwear, she flipped the hidden switch that allowed the false bottom to the drawer to be slid open. She pulled this second section out, frowning as she noticed how low she was running. Sliding out of her underwear and bra, she pulled out the next pair from her secret drawer...full of disposable pull-on super-absorbent undergarments. Carefully, she tugged them up her legs, sighing with long-felt shame as the thick pad built in pressed against her. Closing back the secondary drawer and then the whole drawer, she moved down to the third drawer in the locker, pulling out a soft, plain grey shirt and a matching pair of loose-fitting pants. She buttoned on the shirt and pulled the pants up over the diap-...absorbent undergarment, she mentally corrected herself. Couldn't allow this...problem...to get her down THAT much. It was a slippery slope from private humiliation to public embarrassment.

Closing back the locker, she slipped into bed where the exhaustion of the day quickly saw her asleep.

(Sorry if this was a bit long...trying to get some expository stuff in and all.)

[DiaperedSakura25]

Ana stormed out of the Wing Commander's office steaming, her leather knee high boots clacking heavily across the floor as she made her way towards her quarters. The idea that such a poor pilot could be her supervisor riled her up and even more so that she had been pawned off by the Captain. Instead of her direct superior doing her damn job she had to stand there and listen to some man who didn't deserve her respect. Deciding she needed to give Ms. Lausar a piece of her mind she hunted down the room only to find it locked. Standing to attention she gave a few sharp knocks on the metal door before resuming her position and waiting.

[kfire]

The knocking on the door woke Kara with the second tap. She sat bolt upright on bed, reaching out and snatching her blaster up from the bedside table. Carefully sliding out of bed, her nervousness and tension making the slight rustling sound of her "underwear" uncomfortably loud to her ears. She approached the door, blaster still gripped tightly in-hand. Keeping the blaster close to her side, she pressed the exterior comm button on the panel. "Identify yourself."

[DiaperedSakura25]

"Junior Lieutenant Ana Benula ma'am. I am requesting a talk with you ma'am." Ana responded dutifully but curtly. Unaware as to Kara's being armed and state of alarm she was already annoyed by the off duty officer and her aggressive interrogation.

[kfire]

Kara breathed a sigh of relief as she realized it was just the pilot from earlier. Irritated at being awoken for such an irrelevant thing, she jabbed a finger at the control panel's comm button, accidentally missing and hitting the button next to it. (the lock toggle, out of game) Too annoyed to pay attention to what she hit the first time, she jabbed at the comm button again, hitting it this time.

"It's a quarter-hour past end of day, Lieutenant. I suggest you return in the morning. It's another solid block of training exercises tomorrow, so go rest up. Dismissed."

With that, she released the comm button and began to rustle her way back to her sleep couch.

[DiaperedSakura25]

Ana swelled with anger at being so swiftly and suddenly dismissed from the area, and without even being graced with an in person one at that. Growing up as the daughter to a galactic diplomat had bred a natural defiance into her and while the navy had weeded most of that out there were some indignities she could not handle. Frustrated she slammed her hand on the control pad and began to turn to leave when the metal door slid open. Looking inside the brunette young woman saw a most peculiar sight and couldn't help but cover her wide open mouth.

[kfire]

Kara spun around, leveling her blaster. "What do you think you're doing?!" She shouted, well aware that, discreet though they were, her absorbent underwear created a rather strange "panty line" beneath her sleeping pants. Even without that, though, it was an extremely strange experience to be before a subordinate officer while out of uniform.

Going a bit red in the face, more from anger than embarrassment, she shouted. "Out with you!"

[DiaperedSakura25]

Ana jumped at seeing the blaster being pointed at her, wondering why she had a weapon in her private quarters and why she was pointing it at a fellow soldier. "Sorry, I didn't know the door was unlocked. I'll leave...after I find out what that is." she says with a snicker returning to her face as she pointed to the thick square outline of padding and large portion of white which stuck out from the waistband of the sweatpants.