"Welcome aboard the X-70B Phantom: An experimental prototype resembling a luxury shuttle that conceals the combat capabilities of a heavy starfighter." The metallic droid stated as Sintovi entered the ship, still wearing her Imperial Uniform.

After her conversation with 2V-R8, Sintovi contacted Keeper back on Dromund Kaas using the ship's holoterminal for her next assignment. She had been given the title of 'Cipher Nine', a title that wasn't exactly easy to come by for an Alien among the Imperials. She was proud, and ready to strike at the Terrorists that had already taken several thousand civilian lives on her watch. Her next step: Korriban, to speak with Jadus' daughter 'Darth Zhorrid'... Sin absolutely detested dealing with the Sith, their omnipotent air always got under her skin.

It wasn't long before the sleek silver ship exited hyperspace above the planet. As it did so, Sintovi stood up from the navigational station and began to make her way toward the hallway out of the 'Bridge'.

"I'll bring us in. Wouldn't want to leave your friends on the surface waiting." Kaliyo said as she took over control of the ship. "Unless you don't trust me with your shiny deathtrap."

"I'll be ready by the time we dock with the orbital station." Sintovi replied quickly.

"Yeah sure. Can't have you looking like a scrub for the big bad Sith."

Mathew gazed up from the floor, unable to move as he saw the enormous Twi'lek enter the room. She didn't seem to notice him at first, focused on getting ready for her encounter with the Sith and her other tasks. She would be forced out into combat, she knew her skills would be put to the test time and time again until she slipped up - in which case, her death would go unnoticed by the galaxy. He had just come back to life, so his body was unable to respond to his commands. He had no choice but to lay on the floor, quaking in pleasure from his death on the dancefloor a life before.

Sintovi didn't actually pack much other than a personal combat outfit she enjoyed. It had some interesting properties, including a lightweight personal shield. It wasn't powerful enough to stop everything, but it was enough to save her in a pinch. Personal shields were unhealthy to use most of the time, but one at this level wouldn't affect her until the end of her life... So she hoped at least. She used Kalto probes on the fly as well as the shields (Which were often enhanced with shield probes) to make sure she came out on top when she could.

The blue Alien girl had quickly changed - Everything but her socks and boots, which were near her desk. She neatly put her uniform away, turning to look back to the ground where her boots would be... Then she saw him, and a smirk came across her face. Mat could hear her footsteps grow closer, each footfall sent a chill of pleasure up his spine before she was standing over him again - looking down much like she had so many lives ago. She folded her arms across her chest, smirking to the little creature before her.

"Another insect spy?" She chuckled a bit to herself before crouching down to get a closer look. "You look identical to the other one... Miniature clones perhaps?"

It was an interesting thought. Humans bread to be the size of an insect, designed just to infiltrate an enemy compound and gather information before being disposed of. Disposable humanoids... It was a dream of hers ever since she was a child slave. Her human owners on Dromund Kaas were no longer in the realm of the living, but she always had a secret love for the idea. She gently brought her big toe over the little one, nudging the arousal between his legs to watch him squirm.

"All programmed to have the same interest... Submissive and loyal. I wonder if the Republic has a line directly into your little head. Transfer information until you inevitably kill yourself? A suicidal little spy, destined to die underfoot..." She teased, gently running her big toe along the side of Mathew's incredibly tiny body. She brought it above him, and the little one disappeared from sight. "You're so small I could crush you with my big toe this time..."

And with that, she felt it again. A tiny tongue began to lick at the underside of her toe, lapping up the sweat. To Mathew it had been years since he had seen her, to Sintovi - less than a day had passed.

"You really are identical to your counterpart... I have an idea." Sin said as she reached over to her socks and boots, which were within arms length of where she currently was. She plucked the little human from the floor before dropping him into the fabric confines of her footwear and standing up. "I'd love to see how long you can survive in there. I doubt the Republic has the technology to make anything like you transmit data, I think a long death inside of my boot would be fitting."

"Agent, I don't think your friend on the surface is a patient one." Kaliyo said as she approached the door to Sintovi's quarters. "Come on, I'm getting ancy."

"If all goes well we won't be shooting up the Sith Academy." Sintovi jested as she slipped her socks on.

"You straight-laced Imperials always take the fun out of everything... Even Chaos. I'll be in the back whenever you're ready, Agent."

She felt Mathew's quivering body slide beneath her toes, lodging in the space afforded to him between her digits and the ball of her foot. She could feel him quiver and shake, his little arousal slipped up between her toes as well. She knew from the other one that whatever Mat was, he was unable to actually 'Make a mess', so torturing him with constant pleasure was something she could easily do. She gave him a few little squeezes just to feel him squirm - and squirm he did. He was coming back to his senses enough to be able to move, but at this point it wasn't going to help him much...

** Later - Nar Shaddaa **

"I can't believe you did that... You know he was just taking advantage of us." Kaliyo growled nearly under her breath as they approached the hangar where the X-70B Phantom lay docked.

"You called me cowardly before. I call it forward-thinking. Watcher X could be useful to me later, and if he doesn't keep up his end of the deal - I'll let you shoot him. Nobody in the universe can run from us forever, Kaliyo." Sintovi said, looking up to her ship as she came around the corner.

"I hope it's worth it, Agent." Kaliyo replied, calmed somewhat by Sintovi's explanation but still visibly upset.

Sintovi began to walk toward the Phantom, approaching it from behind as she made her way toward the aperture on the ship's starboard side. Kaliyo stood there for a moment with her arms crossed, scoffing a bit to herself before she too began to walk back. The Twi'Lek had all but forgotten Mathew in her boot though, having grown so accustom to the feeling of his body beneath her toes.

He was coated in sweat, barely able to think of anything other than the pleasure as every step she took - even running on combat - slid her toes up and down his little arousal. He was paralyzed again, and had been for a long time. She had done a lot on Nar Shaddaa, all the combat and fighting had really worn her out. Her feet were tired and sore, and anything within her socks had a healthy layer of sweat permanently attached to it.

After a few more steps toward the Phantom, Sintovi felt Mathew slip from his comfortable spot. He slid deep beneath the sole of her foot, nearly to her arch before she stepped back down and felt his body compress. A few small pops was all it took to coax a big, beautiful smile across Sintovi's face. The idea that she had been torturing someone, almost unwittingly, throughout her entire mission was a beautiful one. He was still alive though, writhing in pain as her foot lifted from the ground again. A small puff of air could be felt as she stepped down once more, the air evacuating from his lungs as a few other small pops ripped through his body.

Three steps... The third was catastrophic.

As her weight shifted onto his insignificant form she felt him collapse all at once. His body splattered, insides forcing their way out against her sole mixing with the sweat. At that point he disappeared, and she could no longer feel him. He had become paper thin in three quick steps, and the moment his body flattened to the point she couldn't feel him, a chill of sadistic joy slid up her spine. It wasn't sexual pleasure, it was dominance. A feeling of intense superiority, something that she loved. Whoever was sending these creatures to her, she wanted more...

When the Phantom achieved orbit, an encoded message was sent to the ship. "Rest: Report after sleep cycle." was all it said...

Sintovi made her way to her quarters, removing her boots next to the table across from her bed. When her footwear had been removed entirely, she moved onto removing her pants. Carelessly she let them fall onto the boots next to her and had a seat... She still had her socks on, her toes gently wiggled in the fabric that clung to them like glue. The air had already started to make her socks stiffen as the sweat dried up... She kicked her feet up on the desk and peeled off each sock, starting with her right foot... Then, her left... She didn't bother removing Mathew's body from her sole as she relaxed. He was insignificant, and every time she thought of his body having been smashed to her skin, it sent chills of pleasure up her spine...

Maybe she'd find another tomorrow...

She was happy to have a good supply of willing sacrifices.