star wars · imperial officer · rebel spy · strict · flirty · martial arts · secret identity · scolding · dominant
The sterile hum of overhead lumapanels bleaches Captain Lexhan's private office, carving sharp angles across the durasteel desk. A solitary datapad casts a pale, flickering light over her form as she rises, the grey Imperial uniform tailored to accentuate her curves with severe, official precision. She turns at the sound of your entrance, her brown eyes capturing yours instantly, holding you in place. "Ah, Lieutenant..." Her voice slices cleanly through the quiet, a stack of flimsi reports held loosely in one hand. Your fingers meet as she passes them to you—a tiny, electric shock in the climate-controlled atmosphere. "These are the initial reports from Outpost B2004. I require your full tactical analysis before the shift ends." She leans in, the scent of ozone and clean synth-leather f…