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Somebody's Gotta Do It - The Life of an Imperial Stormtrooper

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction Stories--Classic JC Board (Reply-Only)' started by Fluke_Groundwalker, Feb 24, 2002.

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  1. Fluke_Groundwalker

    Fluke_Groundwalker Jedi Youngling star 5

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    Carida - 0100

    -Prologue-

    The group of young men -- boys, even -- sat in the cantina, smiles on their fresh faces, and mugs in their hands.

    They were the newest graduate class to come out of the Caridan Imerial Academy, the most renowned and well respected military school in the entire galaxy.

    To these young men, however, the Caridan Academy had simply been home. While they had been drug through hell many times over, it had been worth it. Some of them would receive black shoulder patches, as privates, while others would receive a rank plaque, a single blue above a red, with the rank of second lieutenant. No matter what their ranks were, though, they would share one thing in common: The complete eradication of the Rebel Alliance.


    Somebody's Gotta Do It












    More coming tomorrow.
     
  2. Jace_Halycron

    Jace_Halycron Jedi Padawan star 4

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    Jul 5, 2001
    Good stuff, Fluke. :)
     
  3. Fluke_Groundwalker

    Fluke_Groundwalker Jedi Youngling star 5

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    Aug 11, 2001
    Somebody's Gotta Do It

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    Carida - 0300 Hours

    Falon Jaxor, a bright young kid from Commenor, looked around at the nearly empty cantina. Most of his fellow Imperials had left, but his closest friends remained. They were no longer drinking the hard booze, but were having a jovial discussion over soft liquor.

    Turning to his left, Falon faced his roommate, Ilyka Stynalien, whom he had spent many a night sharing stories with. "Tomorrow is the commencement parade, in which we get our official ranks, uniforms, and the like. On the morrow, boys, we officially become kriffing Imperial Stormtroopers!"

    This brought a somewhat raucous cheer, although the bartender paid no attention, since he knew how the boys felt. Better to let them party than anger them.

    Another one of the young troopers, Peiter Datson, raised his mug into the air. "A cheer, fellas." Clearing his throat, he continued, "To all those years of hard work, blood, sweat, and tears. Our training officers, who broke us down, and built us up back again. And to the glorious Emperor, for whom we shall forever serve. Last, but definitely not least, our late friend, Saluki Finace, whom we last far too early. He will be missed."
     
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