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It was always haunting him. In his dreams, in his work, in his life.
The screams, the looks of horror, and the smell. It was there, still fresh in his memory.
The smell is what Calon hated the most. It was a sickening, burnt flesh aroma, it lingered on him, never letting go of what he had done. He thought it be forgotten in he buried it inside, but no, it was there. He always saw in his helmet, in the black, reflective visor. His acts, his deeds, his crimes, all looked back at him in the evil black eyes that covered his face.
Calon was told it was necessary for what happened, it was all for the greater good, that without the System the entire galaxy would be in chaos. That was what he was told, trained, and believed, the System of Security was necessary.
Since the day that everything changed, he wondered whether they were the real problem that the people of the galaxy must stop. Calon needed to make up for what he did, he had to clear his conscience, even if it meant death.
Three weeks later...
Commandant Drell stared out his window from his office in the base he was deployed in. He smiled at himself, as he earlier received a message from his superiors that his actions from the month before had a promotion that was soon coming his way. He couldn't help himself but smile. All in a days work, he thought.
His moment of capturing pride was soon interrupted by his holo link. "Command this Sergeant JG-485 checking in! We have a rogue trooper escaping with a imperial shuttle with a cache of weapons on his way to hyperdrive!"
The Commandant turned around at the blue figure, with a face full of surprise. A Stormtrooper defecting from the Empire? He thought. this is going to look bad.
Drell shook the thought and gave his order. "Sergeant, this is F-67K, send the order at TIE Fighters to engage. We have to bring him down, he can't escape with that shuttle! Is the tracking beacon functional?!"
The sergeant replied. "It doesn't seem to be functional sir, it's not showing up on our screens."
"Kriff! He must've destroyed it. Tell me sergeant, what is this troopers callsign? We'll get all our information from the database."
"The only soldier that wasn't present at roll call was THX-1138, I was told he went to the medical center for food poisoning."
Drell looked at the medical reports, no records showed any visits today. That damn womprat...
"Send the TIEs, destroy the shuttle!" The commandant shut off his link, and paced back and forth around his table. "This is bad, really bad. This will not look good to the higher ups." Just after, he heard the whine of TIE fighters outside the window, chasing the traitorous shuttle.
Holy Kriff, I can't believe I'm doing this! His heart was racing faster than he could think was possible. He had stolen the shuttle when he told the pilot that Commandant Drell needed to speak with him about possible promotion that he, luckily, bought.
Calon looked at the flight controls, confused by every blinking button and knobs. i need to get far enough to go into hyperspace. Blast, I should've been a pilot, but he hadn't let the thought consume his head.
He heard the whine of TIE fighters come from behind, roaring their noisy engines. He fiddled the controls hoping it got him out the atmosphere into space. Just then the comms crackled. "Turn the ship around right now or we will fire upon you!". Before Calon could reply it another voice played, this time it was Commandant Drell. "THX-1138! Return to base with the shuttle intact and you will not be punished harshly. Land the shuttle, now!"
Calon took the chance to finally tell his opinion to his superior. "Shut up! I'm tired of your Shavit Drell, I'm tired of all your lies! What we did for the ever so glorious Empire is just a huge kriffin' farce! Wake up and smell the flowers you sons of banthas! And the names Calon Mezad you shavit's."
Drell responded, with a calm, yet irritated, tone. "Then so be it. Pilots, destroy the ship." The TIEs cannons shot his ship, grazing around the wings and hull. The shuttle shook and shaked as the green lasers skinned the stolen vehicle.
Ah Shavit! I'm not dying to these jerk-asses, I need to get to space! Calon tried to turn the shuttle around, this thing was harder to drive than he'd thought it be, it sure wasn't a speeder bike. C'mon, I'm almost there! He thought, as more fire shooked the vessel.
Calon had managed not to get shot down and reach the edge of the atmosphere, nearing the empty blackness and stars, and the TIEs were still not letting up their barrage. I need to look for a planet not so guarded by the Empire, somewhere that was isolated enough to miss me and yet I could still start anew...then, the perfect planet had struck him like lightning.
...looks like i'm going to Tatooine. Calon entered the coordinates in the hyperspace designator just as he received a warning of hull integrity dropping. More and more the ship rocked by his pursuers' fire. Damnit! How do you start up hyperspace? He looked for some kind of switch or button hopefully marked as Hyperspace. Aha! Found it! His hand gripped the lever and pulled down, without any attempt to stop his joy and excitement. "Yes! I left! So long suckers, bite my dust! Yeah!" And almost in an instant, the ship warped away and was gone, off to start a new beginning.
"Commandant Drell, you know what kind of message it sends to the people on this planet that a simple scout trooper could escape with a transport shuttle and a cache of military grade weaponry and face little opposition?" Drell shifted nervously in the seat of General Heron's office. He had been called up to her office almost immediately after the soldier escaped into hyperspace. He knew his punishment was gonna be as severe as Calons was if he had been caught.
"N-no, ma'am, I don't really." She glared at the commandant menacingly, eyes saying all she could say. Wrong answer.
"It means, Commandant, that if a soldier of Emperor Palpatine's army was disillusioned to disobey orders, then why shouldn't the people do the same?" The mature woman stood up from her desk, hands on the table. "This could mean insurgency on Arthet, Drell. It could mean that the grip of his Majesty Palpatine is becoming loose and soft, and a rebellious spark of fire could ignite into an inferno. This is something I could not tolerate."
Drell was shaking with nerves, he was worrying how Haron was gonna punish him, she had a reputation of rather harsh punishments on the people she took control, and on her own army.
"You've heard what's happening on the Outer Rim, don't you?" She said as she sat back down, hands together. "Rumors of Jedi on Lothal, Inquisitors going missing, riots and bombing increasing, protest and demands for justice climbing higher than a damn ape, and all because people like you don't have the skill to enforce the rules." Beads of sweat ran down the Commandants pale skin, he was visibly shaking before her, she was just so... intimidating.
"But Ma'am! I did all I could to stop him, I didn't think he-"
"All you did was send two novice TIE pilots who couldn't hit a kick a can even if it was right in front of them! I'm afraid that we can't have a mistake like that in a place like Arthet." She nodded to her guard, causing him to come closer and grip him hard on the shoulder. "Ma'am please! I beg of you, give me another chance!"
Haron chuckled, her eyes closing and fingers touching, making a pyramid. "I'm afraid we can't have mistakes tolerated here on my command, commandant," the guard pulled him out of the chair, Drell struggling under the soldier's grip, "We try to clean up any messes if we are to have order. I hope you understand."
Drell's screaming and begging filled her room, pleading for more time to correct his mistake, until he was dragged outside, where the sound of a blaster went off, followed by nothing but silence.
Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed a glimpse of what's to come for my story, . I introduced my OCs as a beginner to my story, but now I humbly ask for your OCs, I'll be announcing any OCs sent by next chapter, and so on and so forth. Hope you're ready! The app is below, and special thanks to TheLoneClone for letting me use his Application as a basic build.
Name: (Tip: use star wars name generators if you have trouble making one up.)
Affiliation: Choose a side for your OC. Here are some available choices are: Galactic Empire, Rebellion/Rebel Spark (that's the name for the small rebellions in this story), the Jedi Remnants, no allegiance (bounty hunters, mercenaries, smugglers, crimelords, etc.),
Species: (Select your character's species. Use Wookieepedia for help if you need to.)
Gender:
Appearance: (describe their basic appearance like nose or jaw)
Clothing:(describe what they usually wear.)
Eye color: (depending on species)
Skin color (depending on species):
Hair color: (Again, depending on species)
Hair style: (if the even have hair. Like above, depends on species.)
Markings: (tattoos, blemishes, freckles, etc.)
Homeworld: (Choose your character's homeworld. It can either be that species' homeworld, or another planet.)
Occupation: (Put your character's job in this section. This could range from farmer to Inquisitor. If you put jedi, give a good explanation of how they survived Order 66 in Occupation or Biography, and what their occupation after is.)
Personality:
Biography: (The more detailed, the better. The more I know the character, the more I could write about them)
Family: (Write out your character's family. If they are deceased, please note it, and explain how. You can also put a bsic description of personality, biography, species, etc. with it.)
Current Home: (Your OC's current home. It can be their homeworld, or a planet they've been taken to since the Empire's galactic reign of terror.)
Romances: (List any people your character has had/currently having a romantic relationship with. Include a brief bio/personality stuff, and if there is anyone they WANT to be in a relationship with, put it here as well. If you want, you could send another OC to pair up with yours, if not, PM me for discussion.)
Weapons: (Place your character's weaponry here. Don't be outrageous, like with a character who has a lightsaber just for the heck of it. You may, however, put a weapon in here that may have been passed down from ancestors (for example, Pre Vizsla's Darksaber from the Clone Wars, Season 2)).
Cherished Item(s): (Put in this section any items that the character cherishes)
Best Friend(s)/Companions: (Simply list your character's current or former best friend(s) and companions, with a short bio, personality, and history. And a current status wouldn't hurt.)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Habits:
Thoughts on the Changes to the Old Republic: (Place what your character thinks of the Jedi's rebellion against the Republic, the change to the Empire, and the rebellion outbreaks.)
Equipment: (Place a list of any other gear that your character carries to their missions and stuff.)
Other info: place any other info.
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, in the next chapter, I'll introduce my other OC, and start introducing other OCs. Until next time, see you later, and may the force be with you.
PS: if anyone could guess or find the George Lucas reference, please PM me for your secret prize.
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