GhastlySquash
Two Thousand Club
Nestled in the center of the Spinara Plateau, the Imperial Academy of Carida was an imposing sight for those that walked through its hallways. At the center of it all, was the Citadel. A grand, imposing building with large marble columns that stretched all the way to the heavens.
This was just another day for Commander Brennet. A native of Balmorra, the Commander had since been deployed with a singular task in mind. The training and graduation of a fresh batch of recruits pulled from all corners of the galaxy. Since the dawn of the Galactic Empire, Carida had a reputation for producing the best troopers in the galaxy. And this was no part thanks to the rigorous regimen enforced by the Moffs and Emperor himself.
As such, he'd carefully combed through every dossier.
This was a batch hailing from all parts of the galaxy. Arrik Rekkon. Oddly enough someone that didn't exhibit the rather barbaric traits most Mandalorians were famous for. Priscus Peros. A few notes on his file suggesting he might be up to no good but no proof. Smart man, but hopefully not stupid enough to break his streak. Kella Surik. Typical Imperial upbringing. Parents loyalists. Notes on her file suggest a secretive nature. Very few women apply to be Stormtroopers, as they prefer the Imperial Navy. Muun'bajir Rook. Imperial Army veteran from Mimban. Nasty stuff that the troopers there had dealt with. Still, recommendations from his commanders and even one from a member of Imperial Intelligence.
That was odd. Imperial Intelligence wasn't even suppose to be on Mimban. Then again, Imperial Intelligence was suppose to never be anywhere. It didn't matter, the recommendation was as vague and arbitrary as a standard recommendation. The title was what carried the weight.
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All the cadets were lined up at attention as Brennet walked over, his hands to his side as he addressed the crowd.
"From this day forward, your past is a tool secondary to your training. Your name, a statistic less valuable than your operating number. Your face, a file on our system less valuable than the armor you may one day wear. As stormtroopers, you are not of the Galactic Senate. You are not an officer of the Imperial Navy. You are not a grunt of the Imperial Military. You are not a simple citizen with thoughts or opinions, though you may have them. As a stormtrooper, you are the Emperor's representative. His hand stretched across the galaxy to ensure the laws of the Galactic Empire are enforced. You may not agree with them, you may not like them. But you will always obey them. You will always follow a direct order."
He gestured to the officers. "There are those dissidents that seek anarchy over order. The sacrifices that we make for our Empire are the cost given to ensuring its citizens live in peace without realizing the responsibility it entails. Very few core worlds have ever seen a Star Destroyer and we intend to keep it this way. You have come here to serve the Empire and serve the Empire, you will."
"But this will be no easy test. Many of you will fail. Few make the cut to the Emperor's finest. And every moment of your lives is under scrutinized. So I hope you're ready."