Jedi Academy Dorms Thread ver.7.0

After much discussion, it was decided that this story thread needed to be moved here, rather than stay in Community. For anyone who is not familiar with this thread, the concept originated almost two years ago. It takes place approximately 27 years after SW-ANH. That time was estimated after we established that Luke and Mara were married, but we've avoided all reference to the NJO series.

Luke and Mara run the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin IV, where students of all ages learn both academic and Jedi studies. It's not always a serious story with Sith Lords. We've had toga parties, formal dances, panty raids, more keg parties, prank wars, and references to half of the good movies published since the '70s.

Eight months have passed since the events of the last thread. This was planned for two reasons. 1) to advance certain plot elements and 2) to make it easier for new writers to jump in without worrying about what was going on. For those who want to see the last thread, go here

So much for the formal intro, now to introduce the players:

Luke and Mara Skywalker need no introduction, no specific writer controls them.
Ken-Yn Nial (Scruff) - Jedi Master, lightsabre instructor

 

Cam - Jedi Knight, assigned the unenviable task of taking 5 troublemakers, and 3 volunteers, and molding them into something resembling Jedi. These students were exiled to another camp several kilometers away from the Praxeum, so they would not interfere with the other students.

 

Azan-Ti - Dathomir warrior and Jedi Knight, former Lady of Sith, wife of Scruff

 

(can I join?, though I am new, well, to this story)(

 

Hey Luney...of course you can. Its just like any other group fic sorta thing so feel free to join up.

OH, and for those of you who don't know this is Angel, I actually have three different user names so..anywho.

Hmm...my characters.

Kirney Merrick: Corellian jedi for the most part, she came to the academy about eight months and give or take a week because Corran couldn't handle her trouble making side. Anywho. She's part of a rag tag group of jedi exiled and in training, leader Cam.

Terice Sevin: Also a Corellian, was transferred from the Corellian academy in Corran's effort to separate a group of mischeivous friends. She lived most of her life on the streets, accounting for her bad a$$ attitude and charming good looks. Friend to Kirn and well she sorta hangs out with her so she's affiliated with the group of exiled jedi.

Sam Levrick: again Corellian, also transferred is there a pattern going on here. Anywho...she's the daughter of a pair of senators and well....she also hangs out with Kirn and Terice.

I'm pretty certain I've forgotten something so I'll drop by again and edit.

 

*Wow! It's big in here! At least until Kirn's ego fills it up..., anyhoo, I guess it's my turn to introduce my players.

Jagon Tor: Do you remember that guy in school, who for what ever reason, was just generally avoided? That's Jag. He is crrently one of the "misfits" being trained in the ways of a proper Jedi by Cam Nolab. He has few friends, but those he has are loyal to him. He has leadership qualities, and his grasp of the Force is, well, frightening.....

Keez'an Flee'gan: When it comes to technology, most people can't even program their holoprojecters. Keez'an, Keez to those who know him, can do that while takeing apart a bomb. He may even make a cappucino machine out of it. Just don't push the little red button, he may not even know what it does....

Zak Broven: One word can be used to discribe this young Shistavanean. Huge. At seven feet, he towers above the other students in exile. His skills with a kitchen knife are matched only by his skills with a vibroblade. Highly protective of those he calls friend, under his gruff exterior lies a heart of gold. Just don't play around in his mess hall.

Captain Remy Draconis (Captain Draco): There are scoudrels, and then theres Captain Draco. A former pilot for the Rebellion, this easygoing and intellegent man became in his own words a "independent buisnessman". He commands a crew of hundreds, on a refitted and highly modified Dreadnaut called "The Ship". He has made a living out of takeing the stolen goods of other pirates and selling them at reasonable prices (catalogs available!). He has no truck with Spice dealers, and has a hefty price on his head. It's just to bad he has all the best bounty hunters on his payroll.

Well, thats it. I hope to be welcoming new writers soon. MTFBWY!*

 

Just for you Scruff.

Aphreal Roverfyre

-16 years of age, or looks kinda like it
-an Ieophyte (humanoid species from planet of the same name)
-pale, violet eyes, black hair with natural purple highlights, petite build, 5'4"

-quiet, insecure, sensitive, perceptive, reticent; at times clumsy and naïve, usually agreeable and submissive

-not a particularly talented Force-user/fighter/healer but has a lightsabre of her own---blade colour blue, stolen from mother who was a rogue Jedi knight

-Was born on the planet Dalmanutha to Maraxus and Dolce Roverfyre (both deceased) who were both of Ieophytic origins, exact birthdate unknown. Escaped from Dalmanutha at age 14 or 15 and became a planetary wanderer, leading a life in destitution and loneliness until two years later when she reached Yavin 4 and decided to settle at the Jedi Academy, under the pretense as a student transferred from another school

 

Hey ya Scotch.

Ah yes, as Scruff so eloquently reminded me...I still have a pair of characters to go.

Natia: A Gemini (a spy of sorts..only jedi.), born and raised on Deldaria Prime (a water world of sorts) she contains the unique characteristic of a set of wings, oh and she's blue (kinda like a chiss but not) with glowing red eyes. Has a sarcastic if not serious view to life. Doesn't really go to the praxeum, but she did at one time. At this moment she's on vacation..as if spies had vacations.

Nasha Tresnick: Currently she's trapped out side of her own body because well security caught up with her when she hacked her way into some files and well her cybernetic implants locked her out. Presently though she can be seen wandering around in an HRD (humanoid replicant droid) suit. She has long red hair, fairly tall, and blue eyes. Her attitude is mainly sassily sarcastic, though occasionally during down times she does become bored..which is never a good thing.

 

We're just giving a few writers a chance to check in. We may go ahead and get the story rolling again and the others can catch up when they're able. New writers are welcome so don't hesitate to jump in.

 

don't mind me...I'm just upping the thread.

Ahem...Any writers would be most appreciated. Please join.

There..oh, drat I forgot to change user names again...oh, well.

 

Samantha: Colts, a seventeen year old Jedi student. A young mother determined to do what's right for her son, Ryan, and who lives in fear that her father will discovered that she was able to keep the child after its' birth. Has a very keen instinct and inborn Jedi ability but has not yet learned how to access it, let alone control it.

Devon Malcom: (A new Character) an X-wing poilet and father to Samantha's son, who has a habit of showing up in the wrong place at the wrong time but somehow is always able to come out on top of the situation.

Jerome Colts: (A new Character) Samantha's father. A bitter man, who doesn't care for Samantha's well-being or her son's so long as the tradition of the Jedi continue to run in the family.

 

Jagon awoke in a cold sweat. The stillness of the barracks, coupled with the fresh memory of his latest nightmare, threatened to choke him. A gasp filled his lungs with cool air, proving begrudgingly that despite all things to the contrary, they still worked. His hand shook as he ran it through his sweat soaked hair. His eyes, made for seeing in the dark, told his brain that he was awake and safe in his own bed.

Swinging his legs over the edge of his bunk, he sat for some time, listening to the sound of Keez snoring, his head covered with his nerf wool blanket. The sounds of insects and nightbirds filtered in through the walls.

No men in armor. No sounds of battle. He fell back onto his bunk with a sigh. It had been so real! The spectral scent of ozone still begrdgingly clung to his nose. It was the beggining of something......,

He quickly shook the thoughts away. They had no place in the waking world. "It's the beggining of my insanity, is what it is.." He said out loud to the room at large. Keez rolled over and mummbled something about power converters.

As he rose to get a drink and change shirts, his foot came into contact with the large black box under his bunk. It echoed in the barracks, and he flinched at the enormity of the sound. He knelt down and peered at the glossy surface. It was nothing special, any of the millions of people in the galaxy could have one just like it. The contents were what made it special.

His fingers touched it's wooden surface as the words of his stepfather returned to his ears. The contents of this ordinary box had frightened him, and Jagon's nightmares had gotten worse after the box's arrival.

In all the months spent in grueling training, he had forgotten it was there. Always waiting for him under his bunk. The box exuded pateince. And now it called out.

Before his brain could stop his hands, the latch to the box was thrown open and the lid raised. Jagon peered into the box for some time. It was not a stare of awe, nor of terror. It was the stare of one who has relized long hidden truths. It was a stare that was accompanied with a smile that could freeze ones soul.

The box, for all it's simplness, contained something truly magnificent. It contained the armor of a warrior.

A Mandalorian warrior....

 

"My name is Trina," her voice echoed in Kirn's mind. "I'm Chimera just like you." She couldn't get the words out of her mouth, she could think about them. Could hear them form in her mind, but Kirney Merrick couldn't speak them. Truth betold they'd been searching for the others like them for years, but to have one just show up was something completely different. Trina was the first active Chimera unit, an imperial soldier programmed to be who she was. The only difference being that she wasn't programed to feel, she constantly reminded them of that. Though something in her eyes told a different story, she wasn't allowing herself to feel.

"Doc sent you away so he could save your lives," her explination continued in her mind...even though try as she might the ceiling above her just wasn't that interesting. "The Imperials could care less if you all were force sensitive, and truth betold there were only a handful of you that were. Without the jedi they had nothing to fear and so they created you. So that they could keep the costs of war down, instead of growing new batches of Chimera, they made the version two. The one who they could implant in the brain of an average child and send them home to mom and dad. Silently the chip would take control and before you knew it the kid was loyal to an evil regime, and determined to protect it, willing to take missions normal soldiers couldn't take. And in a stroke of genius they went a step further with the version two's, it wasn't enough it could happen to just any child, they made it so that the chip could replicate itself. Made it so that that child could pass on a disease for which there is no cure." The haunting picture of thousands of children coming to attention constantly filled her mind from that moment on. She was one of the few grown version two's, the one's designed to be a ticking time bomb. Save that the doc that had created the Chimera edition soldier had fallen in love with his own creation, and in the end could no longer justify what they were asking him to do. He had destroyed his own project, sent them to different corners of the universe. And if Trina was right, the new sith lord in town had a whole lot of them with him. Complete with a possible version two Chimera. And if he had Death Walker, he had the means to reprogram the chips to do his bidding. He'd have an army of soldiers at his whim.

Kirn slid from her bunk crossing the length of the bunkhouse to the doorway, she stood there for a moment staring out at the stars, wondering just how many more were out there. There of course was only one small relief in her life, Trina had the means with which to deactivate the reasertion program and had used it to shut hers and her friends down. The chips weren't fully deacitvated because her brain still depended on it for certain functions. But she wouldn't have to deal with the feedback anymore. She could be normal for once in her life, if there was such at thing. She thrust her hands into her pockets for a moment, wanting to forget that for her there wasn't normal, that's when she felt her pilfered cigarra and lighter. A moment later she was blowing smoke rings into the sky. "You look like hell Kirn," Sam said from the doorway.

"What are you doing up," Kirn blew another smoke ring into the air.

"As if anyone could sleep with what Trina told us," Sam slid down next to her. Her close cropped blonde hair glittered a little in the night. "Designed to serve a regime with loyalty. No more brainwashing, just programming. Mom was furious that her daughter was one of those killing machines, but she got over it."

"How's Unc Kyle," Kirn leaned her head against the wall. Her parents hadn't really cared, they'd known all along. Terice's were long dead, so that left Sam and their adopted Aunt and Uncle.

"A little freaked, but somehow I think he plans on introducing legislation to stop such things from happening again."

"Somehow I'm not surprised," Kirn was staring again at the stars. So she didn't notice Sam yawn, nor that she'd slipped off back int

 

Jagon continued to watch her from the shadows as she looked into the stars. He knew that she had not noticed him, his newfound ability to "become one" with the Force prevented her from detecting him. He could feel her thoughts, distracted, unsure. These were not things he normally felt when in the prescence of the indominable Kirney Merrick. It was almost unsettling. He reached even further, feeling the ripples of the force rolling off of her, powerful energies were at her command, only her own internal battles kept her from relizing her true potential, as a soldier and a Jedi.

The smell of her cigar drifted to his nose, the heavy scent of smoking herb filled his nose, mingleing with the scents of the nighttime jungles. It was almost to much.

"Their beatiful, the stars." She said, startling him. "You can come out now."

"How did you know I was there?" He asked as he walked from the shadows. His green eyes glowed with the reflected light from the bunkhouse. She turned to face him, the light from the bunkhouse haloed her face, giving it a ghostly appearance.

"I smelled you." She said as she turned back to the stars. "You have another nightmare?"

"Yes," he said matter-of-factly, "I was just getting a drink of water and taking a walk to clear my head."

"It could use it," she said with a thin smile, "I've been in there."

"Kirn," Jagon said as he leaned against the railing of the Barracks, his head turned to the stars, "what would you do if you found out your whole life was a lie?"

"What are you talking about?" She said, another smoke ring curling lazily from her pursed lips.

"I mean if everything you knew, everything that mattered to you was taken away from you," He said. "And you were given this new beginning, a kick start to a potentially new existance."

"I don't know," she answered, "I would probly fight to keep the old one."

She looked towards him with a puzzled look. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing." he said. "Just asking."

 

The early morning sun had barely cleared the jungle canopy, but it already promised to be a hot day. The only concession to the heat was that Yavin IV was in the dry season now and the humidity wasn't unbearable. Somewhere in the jungle, a runyip squealed as it foraged for food.

An early morning class was gathered in a loose circle around one student. The teenaged girl had a blindfold over her eyes and a lightsabre in her hands. Scruff watched her as she controlled her breathing and focused her energy. He released a practice remote which targeted her with its stinging beams of energy. The young girl skillfully parried each shot.

As she fell into a rhythm, the instructor released a second remote, and then a third. The padawan's movements became a blur. The lightsabre sounded like a swarm of angry piranah beetles in a feeding frenzy. Shot after shot was deflected, none reaching her tender flesh.

Elsewhere,.....

 

Deep in the jungle, away from the Praxeum, another group of Jedi students watched one of their own practicing. A blindfolded young man with a distinctive white stripe in his hair held twin lightsabres in his hands. They were a little smaller than typical lightsabres, perfectly balanced for one-handed use.

One by one, practice remotes were launched in his direction. Four remotes fired stun beams at the Jedi student. His hands moved independantly of each other, a complex technique that took many years to perfect. As the refire rate of the remotes increased, so did the speed of the flashing sabres.

Feeling that he had toyed with the remotes long enough, he redirected the stun beams back towards them. As the beams struck the remotes, they dropped harmlessly to the ground. As the fourth device was disabled, Jagon twisted his head and made his neck joints pop audibly. A faint crackle of energy flowed across his shoulders. He turned in the direction of Cam and asked, "Can I take the blindfold off now?"

A young woman with short blond hair smiled. She held her hands out to her friends on either side of her. "Okay ladies, I believe that is ten apeice." Kirney and Terice grudgingly reached into their pockets and handed Sam the small metallic ten credit square coins.

 

Red Talon reporting for duty. My crew is still away on the mission. They'll be back soon. Don't have too much fun. To all the new people who popped in: Hey! Looking forward to read all the cool post. Scotch: It's been too long. Nice to see your okay.

 

< Hi Kirn! And hello, RT. Nice to see you're doing alright too.

Greetings to everyone else who I don't really know (yet). I've been reading the story and would probably continue to do so as this is one of my favourite online pastimes. Who knows, maybe someday I'll start posting again if there's more time for me to do so, but as of now I'll just remain as an "inactive participant". >

 

"How could you not manage to tell me the shower wasn't working," Nat's voice interuppted conversation.

"Hey," Nasha gave her one of those patented sly grins. "You didn't ask if the shower was working. You asked if the fresher was free."

"That's not the point," Nat shook her mid back length blue black hair splattering the surrounding trees with a shower of freezing cold water. "I'm just going to have to find a new droid is all."

"Excuse me," Nasha's bionic blue eyes narrowed. "I Nasha Tresnick allow myself to be dragged halfway across the universe in search of something that may not even exist and you have the audacity to say you're gonna have to find a new droid."

"Yes," Nat sniffed. "I'm just going to have to find something that's a little bit more reliable."

"Well that's the last time I take a vacation with you," Nasha stalked off.

"What was that all about," Cam asked after the pair had interuppted his little lesson.

"Showers broken. Nasha didn't tell me," Nat replied. "Can I borrow yours."

"She didn't ask me," Nasha said from the mess hall doorway.

"I shouldn't have to."

 

Samantha woke to the sound of Ryan's whimpering. He sounded like a weak kitten standing at the edge of the crib with his hands wrapped tighting around the railing. She lay with her back to him and she'd wondered when she would be given clearance to get bigger living quarters so she wouldn't have to torment herself like this.

Skywalker was growing impatient with her ability to lose control and the assignment she'd been given that week seemed simple enough. But unfortunately the Force wasn't strong enough yet to control her motherly instincts.

She was trying to learn control and that sometimes she had to let Ryan cry so he would learn she would come running everytime he cried for pure attention. He was almost a year old now and Samantha found herself still feeling guilty for not having been there for him the first crutial months of his life.

But she lay there watching the clock and after a few more minutes, Ryan lay back down in his crib and fell back to sleep. When Samantha was sure enough in her movements, she got up without making a sound and crept out of the room to find a cup of tea. Halfway down the hall, she noticed several dorm rooms open and its missing occupants. She guessed she wasn't alone in not having the ability to sleep and left it at that. The humidity was enough to kill any living thing on the planet and it certainly wasn't letting anyone rest well.

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Devon Malcom jumped down from his x-wing. His flight suit was covered in mud and he was in desperate need of a shave. The Jedi academy seemed like a good enough place to get some rest and clean up, he thought, as he silently thanked God for being given clearance to land. He wondered if he'd have the priviledge of meeting the famous Luke Skywalker that he'd heard so much about in the countless bars and small planets now released from Empirial rule.

He suppose traveling the galaxy the way he was he no longer had a home anymore. He supposed he liked the adventure. After the Empire had finally been crushed and Devon had been released from service to the rebellion, he'd managed to drift to countless worlds, had been in countless gun fights, he sighed as he thought of the countless women, and the mobster contacts he'd gained for favors. He had to admit he'd never had to do without. But somehow he couldn't explain how he always ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time and still walked away with the upper hand.

He walked into the dorms and checked in with a security droid. The commander that had met him on the flight deck had made arrangments for him to stay in one of the dorm rooms for the remainer of the night and the following day but he was also under orders to move along as soon as he was well rested.

Devon stepped in one of small dorm rooms and threw his pack down on the bed. He looked at his reflexion and wondered if maybe he might find somewhere to get a haircut while he was here. He was tall, well-built, a hansom man so he'd been told. He stripped himself down to the shorts he had on and opened the sak hoping to find his shaving kit.

As he rummaged through his things he stopped for a moment as the piercing sounds drifted through to him from the wall in front of him. There was no mistaking a baby's cry and how it was accompanied by the sounds of a mother. Devon instinctively put the sak down and walking over to the wall press his ear to it. He listened as the baby's cry fell down to a whimper and the mother's soothing voice. He assumed she was feeding him.

"As long as she keeps that baby quiet, I'll be happy," He muttered as he grab the bag and headed for the shower.

He a moment he thought the voice sounded framiliar, but he wouldn't know anyone on this side of the galaxy. He was too far from what he considered home or a base where he had been stationed to even think of someone he would know this far out. He soon forgot all about it as he found slumber on his bunk and when the sun came up, he could ask the mother to keep the child quiet if it continued to cry.

 

I hope it's okay if I join in.

Red: A redheaded 13-year-old girl, native to Corellia. She is of the mischevious sort, and she and her twin brother love to play pranks. Despite the love of pranks, she is a young but diligent student, almost always eager to learn. Red loves reading and learning Jedi history, as well as flying.

Lee: a 13-year-old boy with brown hair that looks dull compaired to his sister's brilliant hue. He is a little bit more patient than his sister. He is used to hard work and he enjoys pranks, and repairing and flying ships. It would be advisable not to let him near Mara's ship, as he might decide to modify it.

Neither of the two has had any previous Jedi training.
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Red pulled their ship out of hyperspace near Yavin. They had decided to run away from home to be trained as Jedi. Red's vivid blue eyes searched the planert's jungle terrain. She noticed what she was looking for: the Jedi Academy. "Hey! Lee!" She poked her sleeping brother. "Look! That's where we're going!"
"I see it, I see it." Lee, however wasn't even looking. Red brought the ship down on the landing pad. She opened the shpi's door and Lee pushed out ahead of her. She pushed the transmission button outside the landing pad door and keyed one in for Luke's comlink.

"Greetings, Master Luke. I am Red and this is my brother Lee. We would like to be trained as Jedi."

Red held her breath, waiting for the answer.

 

Cam wouldn't have been surprised if Nat had used his 'fresher without asking. But, since she had asked, he didn't see any harm in allowing it. "Sure, go ahead," he replied. "Just don't use up all of my shampoo."

The blue alien and her droid friend turned to walk towards Cam's billet. The two of them had stopped by the compound from time to time over the past few months. Even when he had known her as Maria, Nat had always been a little different. He never could quite figure her out, and Cam was pretty good at reading women. One minute she almost seemed flirty and then she'd pull a one-eighty and act like she had no interest in anything other than herself. Of course, he had seen countless women pull this same stunt to gain a man's interest. None had done it to the degree Nat did. She made it very convincing.

On the other hand, Cathy had made it very clear that she was interested in him. Cam just could not see her in any way other than as the little sister he never had. When these kids get Knighted, I need a vacation away from this moon, Cam thought to himself. No sense in focusing myself on any one woman, I'm not ready for that.

Knighted. That reminded him. The time was drawing near. He had a report to submit to Master Skywalker concerning the progress of this group of misfits. Sergeant Rockken had done wonders with the group. They could run a squad operation as well as any SpecForces unit he had ever served with. Rock had taught them how to function under pressure without using the Force. They had run mile after mile in the jungles with ysalimiri strapped to their backs until they puked, and then ran some more. They were in excellent physical condition thanks to Rock's hard work. Their Jedi skills had improved greatly too. Cam couldn't help but be pleased with the way they had turned out, he just hoped Luke shared his opinion.

 

OoooH!!!! New thread!!!!!!!!! Hi all new peeps! hi all old peeps!! Here's my character:

Backround:
Amidala Li'i Rei was born on Naboo, to friends of Leia and Han's. They named her Amidala because they thought it was a cool name, and because Amidala was such a great queen. She has lived on Naboo all her life, but traveled to many places with her parents, Keasha and Xeen Li'i Rei, and her little gungan friend, Tor. She was trained at many good schools on Naboo and is now 14. It has never before been hard for her to fit in, but the Academy is soooooo big, she feels sort of ignored, exept for Aara and Ping.
Personality:
Amidala can be bright, crazy, and funny, or dark and broody. It alternates. She was trained by Leia in stealth, and THOUGHT she was very good at it, but I guess you just can't fool a wookiee! She is VERY social, and loves every friend she makes right from the start, but has an inherited violent temper, that we are trying to work on. She loves debating, creative writing, the arts, and hind and seek, which she says she only plays to exercise her stealth, but secretly worships.
She's part of the misfit dudes w/ Cam. She is one of the volunteers because she is majorly in love with Stoagy who is about to be introduced.

Starkew Ogani- is one of the isolated students. He just turned 15 during the 8 month break. He and Amidala are very much in love. His mom and dad left him with a friend right after his 9th birthday to go on a buisiness trip. Their pilot had a heartattack and they crashed into an asteroid. Anin, their friend who he was living with, sent him to the academy as soon as he was old enough.

 

Me-Hmmm, my i join

Other people-sure

Me-O.k.

Kenty Jaswin-Human Male from Tatooine, on and off training.

His life story, when he was 19 hi sparents were killed in a celebration celebrating the demise of Jabba the Hutt, his Grandfather and he bonded closely.
He joined the Nr shprtly there after, and was given a comision an the vessel Farwind. He later joind NRI. He learned how to pilot and was chosen to go with Rogue Squadron an a return to Adumar. After the mission he joined Avenger Squadron, flting the new E-Wings. During the BFC he left the military and joined the Jedi Academy, though folowing the Peace between the Empire and the NR he went undercover to infultrate the Tatoo-Kessel Pirates.

Force Skills-A little bit of everything, light side, that is.

Personality-Sarcastic, though, has had bouts of depresion.

Family-Garndfather- Huff Jaswin, Girlfriend- Kel'hey Darkcryon, child- Neeka, Droid- Squinty.

Lightsaber-Blue/green blade

Darth_Duck, Socky-the-Socks puppet master.

 

Jagon pushed the door to the mess hall open and was greeted with the smell of Zak's cooking. The training feild had become a mess when Kirney had deflected one of the stun blasts into Sam's backside. Thet would teach her to gamble with the great Kirney. Well, gamble and win, anyways.

The sounds of the kitchen were welcome, and a cup of Caf never hurt anyones morning. Sergeant Rokken had already found a seat at the main table and appeared to be reveiwing training records.

"Morning, Sarge." Jagon said pouring a cup of Caf, breathing the vapors of the dark liquid deeply.

"Morning, Tor," the craggy faced sergeant replied, "how was lightsabre instruction?"

"Made four remotes without useing the Force," Jagon answered sipping the bitter Caf as he sat across from Rokken. "I was going to use it , but it felt as though I didn't need it."

Rokken grunted in reply, sipping his own cup. "You have a Sim to run this afternoon, 1400 hours."

"Real-space?"

"Yes, be in the Academy hanger at ten, till." Rokken said, standing. "Wrongway want's you to help with flight precheck on the Raven's."

Jagon smiled at the use of their piloting instructers nickname. His real name was Commander Wilmun Brackus, and he was one of the best fighter pilots that noone knew about. He had been assigned to a Mon Cal cruiser during the campaign against Grand Admiral Thrawn and the Imperial remnant.He served with destinction, and was made a wing leader.

The day after his reassingnment to Black Moon he was sent out as part of a strike team to investigate the appearance of several Imperial ships in the sector. It was routine, and security was lax to the point that the unit's R-2 droids were allowed to wander the base, and his personal droid had picked up a virus from the bases mainframe.

It wasn't found in pre-flight checks, and the R-unit malfuntioned dureing the microjump into hostile space, sending Brackus and his wing in the opposite direction of the rest of the strike team.

It would have ended in tragedy, however, if the droid had not released them from hyperspace in the path of Imperial war ships prepareing to attack the base on Black Moon. With a call to the base, the strike team was redirected from the decoy and they soon arrived to route the attack and save the day.

And Wilmun "Wrongway" Brackus earned his nickname, still with him now, twelve years later.

Jagon smiled. "Do I get to fly a Raven, Sarge?"

"I wouldn't be haveing you do the pre-flight if you wern't, son" Rokken answered. "Don't be late."

"Not a chance," Jagon said, his mind already in the cockpit, "not a chance."