I was woken abruptly by a deep rumbling noise, followed by a loud crash. The entire room shook, and I was thrown out of bed. I cleared the sleep from my eyes and took stock of where I was. Quarters of a ship, standard furnishings and equipment. The floors were durasteel, and quite cold for that matter. I stood up, just in my jumpsuit. The door clicked open, and a young man with what was undoubtedly the *stupidest* haircut in this entire sector walked in.
"Grab your gear, the Sith are attacking the Endar Spire!" Endar Spire, that didn't sound familiar. In fact, nothing did, what was I doing here?
"Just who are you, and what the hell are you doing in my quarters?" The young man looked at me impatiently.
"I'm Trask Ulgo, ensign with the Republic fleet. These are *our* quarters, we work opposite shifts, so maybe that's why you haven't seen me."
"I don't think I would've consigned to share quarters with someone whose haircut was that…poor." Trask, or whatever his name was, recoiled in shock at my comment.
"You should know- I- Nevermind. We have more important things to do. Bastila needs all available soldiers at her side. I know you might be a scout, but I've heard all about your reputation and skills you gained working with Republic Spec Ops, and you're a part of this mission too. Hurry up and grab your gear, we have to find Bastila."
Bastila, that name seemed somehow familiar. Then, a wave of memories came abruptly rushing back, as forcefully as a kick to the stomach from a Gammorean. I'd long idolised the Republic armies, even from a planet as remote as Deralia. Then, against my parents' wishes, I signed up with the Republic army. It was six weeks before the outbreak of the Mandalorian wars. Dagoby Minor was my first service. My squadron, along with twelve others, was dispatched by Revan to scout and cripple as many of the Mandalorian camps as we could. We were the only ones to return successful. Were it not for us, the bulk of Republic forces would have been too slow in their planetary evacuation. From then on, it was Spec Ops for us. I led the team everywhere from Serocco to Dxun, from Onderon to Taris and everywhere in between. I'd even been on Malachor V, admittedly briefly, and the less said about that, the better. Then, when the Revanchist turned, and his apprentice with him, I couldn't believe it. My men and I stood loyal to the Republic, and so it was that we entered our second war. But this time, we were on the back foot. Even when Darth Revan was assassinated, things didn't improve. I'd just been assigned onto the Endar Spire as an advisor to Carth Onasi and Bastila Shan when…
"Hello? I hate to break your reverie, but we're under attack!" I quickly snapped myself back to the present. Enemies. On board. I tapped in the code on my footlocker and opened it up to grab my equipment. My leather Spec Ops vest, my blaster, but most importantly, my vibrosword. Since the Sith started using energy shields, blaster just weren't cutting it anymore. Besides, it seems like a far more honest way to kill someone.
"Alright." I said, "Let's move out." Trask sighed,
"Finally," he said, and opened the door leading out into the main hallway. We opened the connecting door just in time to see a Republic soldier get shot by a pair of Sith troopers. They began walking towards our door. In this kind of cramped space, I had the advantage with my vibrosword. A fierce smile spread over my face. Time to cause some havoc, I thought…
