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Nona_Cad Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 1/23/06 11:11am Subject: We Train Them (one shot, stormtroopers)
	Title: We Train Them Author: Nona_cad Rating: PG to PG13 Characters: Stormtroopers Disclaimer: This the playground of Lucasfilms and George Lucas, I'm just playing in it for no profit or gain. You are nothing. You exist for the pleasure, and protection, of the Emperor. The Emperor is your God. You have no other thoughts, but to live for the Emperor. The Emperor is your protection, your shield, your only hope. You are alive by the mercy of the Emperor. You must be willing to die for that mercy. You must be willing to die. The drill sergeants screamed these phrases over and over at the group of green recruits. They didn’t get it yet, they never did. It would take weeks, sometimes months to mold them into the people they were meant to be. They would fight against the hand they eventually would come to know as their master’s, and they would try and think for themselves. Then, it would become clear and each one would accept this new way of thought. They were good pets. They would be sent to far away places to die with strangers, to accomplish shady goals in shadow wars. They didn’t think about that, they didn’t think about anything for themselves because it wasn’t their job to think. It was their job to kill and be killed, to strike fear in the masses not because they were killing machines but because they were killed by the machine. They were an example of what could happen to you, what could come to take you, or your sons. They would pack into transports, ready to swarm new planets, to pick it clean and take it all away like vicious parasites. They didn’t care that their transports might go down, they didn’t care as fire spread through the holding area where they sat. They screamed, as the dying do, but they all accepted their fate, they already knew it was coming. So when their hearts finally locked up, they were content to know that their Master was still safe. We go to the poor, to the disenfranchised, the mean, the ugly, the scared. We find these and we take them away to mold them into gleaming white armor, programmable and willing. We offered money, we offered a way out of their circumstances and they always came. The rich and intelligent we sent to the Academy to learn how to shift blame and delegate as officers. The outcasts, the useless we just took to die. They would always come to our recruiting stations in the middle of their neighborhood of flimsy-steel houses and agree to follow us where ever we lead them. Out back we’d take them, into our transports and take them to far away places to be processed. Health tests, mental tests, stress tests. The hair had to go, the barber was more than willing to take it all. Aliens had no place in our system, they were sent to jails, poorhouses, and back to where they came from. The humans, however, we prized. They were so innocent in the beginning, bright eyed and ready to fight for their government. They never knew what was coming next, the abuse, the torture, the physical tests. We had a standard to keep, and they were forced to meet it. Some would break and be sent away, to “vocational school” we told the other recruits. In reality, many times they were either sent to factories to make the instruments of death that would kill their friends, or just taken to an empty room and shot with a blaster. There were never any real threats for them to fight, not since the Emperor came into power, but there were always small rebellions and fear to keep. Every planet had a garrison, and we would pick which soldier would go were. They never went home, unless it was to die, and they never saw their families. Their family was now in the Empire. We were their family, so they believed. They just didn’t know we didn’t give a damn about them. The more that died, the more we trained to die. We often wondered what their last thoughts would be. Would they be thinking about their lost family? Or preparing themselves for the inevitable end? Would they regret this life they chose? In the end they all died a cruel death for the billions that didn’t even think about them. We didn’t care, we just trained them. -----signature----- Today, on Lando Speaks It Up, tiny aliens and the Jedi who love them! The Color of a Lightsaber: http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/18606573/?6
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DaenaBenjen42 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 1/23/06 11:38am Subject: RE: We Train Them (one shot, stormtroopers)
	Wow. It's a chilling look at the imperial war machine from the inside. Very well done. Good story! -----signature----- "Say it with me now. Postcard. Zoo. Not. Shopping." master to jackyyy17, micky-nikki, & Trimaj e-sis to BrightFeather All cats are leopards after dark.
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BobaFanGirl Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 1/23/06 1:43pm Subject: RE: We Train Them (one shot, stormtroopers)
	Very interesting...and frightening. It's one of those parts of the Empire most people don't really think about. Good work! -----signature----- No disintegrations!
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Nona_Cad Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 1/23/06 4:56pm Subject: RE: We Train Them (one shot, stormtroopers)
	Thank you both. -----signature----- Today, on Lando Speaks It Up, tiny aliens and the Jedi who love them! The Color of a Lightsaber: http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/18606573/?6
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