Saga (Reactivated after long months..) Dark Memories, Pilot fiction with O.C.

So Miyuki is in league with Thrawn?

 

Not exactly, there is a ''catch'' with this charming lady...

 

C'mon, check it, there is a lot of original concepts...

 

Thanks for the comment, Leona ! Specific problems ?

For the quotation thingy, hmm, it's because in French, my native language, that's what we use.

 

Carida...

?Sir, I?m not sure of understanding the orders, said with clear hesitation a very junior officer of the Imperial Army. We are supposed to retrieve those two cadets, but...?

The ?but? was that the written version of the orders, the ones in the datacards, were very clear, stated in a matter that did not let the slighest doubt (a point that had troubled the junior officer was this precision...It looked an hell lot like an attempt of the officers to cover themselves up) The oral version of the orders was much less clear, and open to a lot of interpretations. Being subtle was not exactly a trait required to Imperial training instructor, and the captain that had send Myra and Lucia on their ?mission? was even blunter than most of his peers. The junior officer, formal orders or not, was sensing that he was being sent into a sort of trap?.Finally, after a final string of insults from the captain, he left for the landing pads of the base?His landing craft took off soon after, for what was officially a search and rescue mission in the mountains (a task for which he and his soldiers were not trained for, he had admitted it openly?) The captain, watched the craft departure?This incident could be the end of a very successful career (?successful? was a term that could have very variable senses?what the captain thought has successful would have been judged as dreadful by many), and the officer was determined to do everything to get out of this unscathed?

The general in charge of the operation had managed to cover his tracks quite well (at least, according to the captain). He had falsified the records about his time schedule, to show to eventual inspectors that he was away when this unfortunate accident had happened. If those rather bulky hacking attempts were despairing for the captain, they were not going to fool for a single minute the computer experts that were bound to arrive from Coruscant if things turned badly. Not to mention that the ?alibi? he had found was not going to be very convincing : ten years in Carida, and he was conducting his third inspection ever of an supply center?Every single clerk and officer in Carida would tell to the inspectors that this move from the general was highly surprising. And the general knew it. His only hope was that this would be enough to shield him a little-after all, if things ended decently, the inquiries would not be pushed too far. If things turned badly, however, he was as good as dead?.

The general was currently pretending to inspect a supply center, and he was not faring very well, ignoring the most basic procedures. His questions toward the clerks and administrative officers were at very best incompetent, for instance, and he was looking like a complete fool.

While promising to himself to find a way, later, to deal with the clerks to prevent the story from spreading out, the general was much more worried about his staff?what if they did manage to find him, and to tell him about the numerous urgent communications he was receiving ? He would not longer be able to pretend ignorance?Right now, there was a flurry of messages, each one probably more furious than the precedent, that were coming from Coruscant, on his personal computer. To continue playing the charade of ?I knew nothing about the situation?, he could not read the said messages. He could however monitor their arrival?.The general, while listening to the boring reports of the administrators, was watching the build-up of messages on his datapad?.It was a matter of minutes before the sender of those messages lost his temper, and decided to contact someone higher in the command chain than the general-thus preventing to keep the whole thing under control?The commanding officer decided to wait a little while more, than to answer to one of the message, and try to play surprise. Maybe the situation would have settled up at this time. Honestly, by ?settled-up?, the general meant ?Darvatti recuperated? (the other, well, she could froze to death ; the general could not care less) The problem was that the general

 

Nice...hope Myra and Lucia can find their ways back to civilization soon.

 

Next chapter soon...Referendum type question

Would you want a little flashback chapter puting some light on Myra's past ?

 

(small update...pace will be increasing)

Myra was trying to look positive, but she was feeling less and less like it. During the escape from the snowtroopers patrol, she had sprained a little her ankle. Despite the use of their last can of Bacta-mist, it still hurt, and it?s had reduced her mobility to something that was slightly better than a crawl, but nothing. Myra kinda hoped that if Lucia had not abandoned her to this point, it was because they were...well, not friends, but at least in speaking terms.
Deep down, she was however somewhat aware that Lucia was barely supporting her. That she had not ?dropped? Myra because she was not sure that she would perform better without her.
This was depressing...depressing to no end. Myra had hoped, when she entered the academy, that she would, despite all, find some...relations...there. People that respected her a little. Even if this was just because she had connections. She would have prefered to have people that liked her for herself, but she did not asked for the impossible. She had really tried everything to be nice with everyone (both here and before....) without the slighest success....Apparently, there was something about her that was annoying to most people. Myra tried to make jokes about it, and sometimes laughed about them. But she was finding it more and more to live like this....And even Lucia, who was even more than her a complete loner, scorned her...
Myra had said some sentences to this effect (such things as ?why are you still hanging with me?...) in the hopes of either having a frank answer that coud settle the matter, or hopefully something like ?You are useful?. Lucia did not bothered to answer : she had much to do.even Even if Lucia was not saying it, Myra had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking.
Worthless little rich girl...You are a spoiled, useless thing, that will ruin my hopes....
In fact, the interpretation of Myra was rather mild compared to what Lucia actually thought.
What Lucia had endured...to arrive here. Myra could not even apprehend it, and much less comprehend it. And she was about to lose it, because she had been stupid enough to try to go with Myra, who, despite all her pretentions, was badly prepared for this.
This was nothing personnal, of course. Lucia did not hated spoiled Human girls....Neither she hated Human girls...or Human in general. Or non-Humans. She hated everyone?.
Still, she had to admit it, the rich girl, probably because of her pride, was not giving up.
For Lucia, asking herself if she had to go or to stop was a rhethorical question. She simply could not. It was not an option for her. She had so much trouble to go there-she could not
When the stormtrooper patrol had passed away, Myra and Lucia resumed their walk, going as quickly as they could (which was not much...) Despite all their lost in gear, they still had their communication console...this could be useful, and they proved it several times...
There was a possibility of listening a little to the communication chatter made by various units in the mountains. Units of their ?level? (trainees) were without the encryption codes of the ?real? Imperial units (so, technically, the others guys were cheating !....) For one time, the idea was not so bad ; it was to enforce strict radio discipline among the Imperial units, by showing them the dire conscequences of what happened when. It was very useful to listen ; when another unit of trainees send a flurry of messages saying that they were attacked by snowtroopers, well, it was a safe bet that this was not exactly a safe place to cross....
There was ways to use it in a more direct way. Myra, using makeshift codes (very primitive, the said codes....the good old cryptographic system of swapping a letter for a random number. Most datacards had such programs. Such encryption could be break by standard routines very quickly, however. Any military grade decryption software would see into those communications) send numerous written messages, that their ?ennemies? could break easily.
Such ?burst? messages wer

 

Liked it. Hope to hear more soon. And upping!