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Just a note, this happens in the Star Wars Universe where the first Death Star currently has been destroyed. This may contain heavy Coarse Language.
I woke up, laying in the flat grey and white bunk bed. I was on the bottom, my brother took the top. We both joined on the same day, enlisted into the service of the Empire. Took our oaths, and swore to stay loyal. That was 7 years ago to this day, my god has it been a long trip. I was graduated yesterday, from the Imperial Academy on Carida. The training was tense at start, then the routine kicks in and you feel as if it is normal waking up 6 AM to eat, then laying down at 11 PM. We were being shipped out to a nearby post for our first duty. We are meant to serve a month here, then fly off with the Military or Marine corps.
The first week there was a pain, each time the sergeant walks on deck to where we are stationed, we drop everything and salute. Even if we are eating, scanning local movement or training with a blaster, stop and salute. I was assigned scanning duty, I was at a desk most of the day sat around, looking at a screen. All I saw was asteroid upon asteroid, sometimes I see a cave bat get vaporized by the sun we are near to. All I could do was sit there and watch. Second week I was used to doing nothing, even made friends with a few other recruits stationed there. It was a bit more relaxed, when we could actually have a laugh with each other. Yet times came, where I was the last one to leave my station as scanning duty, is "the most important duty on this station" as the sergeant put it clearly. Shouted at me he did, first day there, all he did was complain about how the past soldiers did nothing, and messed about. Likely a lie trying to make us be better than the last troops he had here.
The time came on the last day of the month, a transport shuttle came to pick us up. The dust coating the white pale cloth of the shuttle, with the blue engines that seemed to make the most annoying humming noise you could have imagined. The transport lowered its platform, and out came two captains. One Marine one Military, we were picked. 'TK-244 Marine service, welcome to hell boy!' That was me, TK-244, the designation from enlistment. How I wanted to butcher the instructor who gave me that number, the man was an ass. He told us all 'folk' tales about how the Inquisitors used to use the barracks of the academy to torture Rebel spies that attempted to enlist, how Lord Vader would kill us personally if we tried to rebel against the might and glory of the Empire. How if any of us laughed, we would be kicked from the academy, that second.