Stormtrooper's Tale

Darth Tress · Stormtrooper's Tale

It took Davin Felth all of thirty seconds on the military training planet Carida to decide that serving in the Emperor's armed forces was not as romanticas he had thought.

Davin hoisted his dark green duffel bag containing his worldly possessions onto his backand queued up with the rest of the hundred fourty seven other ecruits.They filled the Gamma-class shuttle's narrow steel corridor. Davin was nearly overwhelmed by the diverse cut of clothes,colors, and smells that wafted from the youths. Nervous chatter ran up and down the line of eighteen-year-olds, most of whom were away from home for the very first time. A blast of noise reverberated throught the shuttle and the door to the outside sighed open.

Fresh air tumbled in, untouched by atmospheric scrubbers present on the ship; unfiltered light splashed against the gleaming deck, reflecting down the hallway, and for a glorious thirty seconds it seemed that all the hypes and rumors about Carida, the planet used by the Emperor's own guard as a training base for his military, were suddenly magnified. This must be the most exciting place for a ship of eager eighteen-year-olds to begin their new lives.

And then the shouting started.

it was as if a bomb had exploded amidst the nervous group of draftees.Chaos, yelling, confusion, and a hundred thousand demands were suddenly thrust upon Davin from all directions. Officers in olive-gray uniforms or white stormtrooper armor swarmed all over them;the recruits stood at attention, rigidly trying to emulate statues as the officers moved to within millimeters of their faces, screaming demands.

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Darth Tress

Davin's only thought was to try and survive, to get out of this mess alive-he couldn't think, and every time he tried to answer a question that was screamed at his face, someone else would thrust their face next to his and demand something else.

Davin started yelling, not caring what he said, or whom he was speaking to, but only reacting, attempting to look as though he were busy answering someone else's question. He raised his voice and shouted at the top of his lungs-and the ploy seemed to work. With all the confusion that surrounded him, with a stormtrooper major screaming in his face to try and disorient him, he succeeded in diverting attention from himself. But this was only the beginning of six months of hellish training that would mold Davin into one of the Emperor's own elite troops.

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After what seemed hours, Davin and the rest of the recruitss were led running down a pathway to the barracks. A huge prehistoric-looking man waved them to stand at one side of the passageway. The recruits scampered in fear. They lined up against the wall and snapped to attention.The burly man threw them supplies: generic dark uniforms, helmets, socks, underwear, handerchiefs,emergency equipment, medpac kit, survival gear, and personal-cleansing equipment.

Davin accepted the supplies, but was too afraid to ask what he should do with them. One small voice, attached to a man who towered over the rest of the recruits like a solarflower grown in rich Gamorrean dirt, said meekly, "I...I can't take this anymore!"

Instantly, Imperial uniformed bodies swarmed over the man. A voice shouted, "You people-overhere! Move it!"

Bending backward over his load of supplies, Davin staggered to join a line of recruits who looked like piles of crawling military storehouses. The group was led away, shown to their bunks. Davin deposited his green duffel bag and armload of material onto his cot. Two other recruits shared the room with him. Davin grinned tiredly and introduced himself. "Hi.I am Davin Felth."

The first man shook his hand firmly. "Geoff f'Tuhns." He took a quick look around the corner and held out a bag of greasy-looking food. "Want a bite?"

Davin glanced at the bag and felt his stomach flip. "No, thanks."

Tall, big-boned, and sporting a head of flaming red hair, Geoff did not look as if he could even fit inside stormtrooper armor. Looking once more around the corner, he sighed and stuffed a handful of food in his mouth. "If you brought any food you better eat it now. I managed to hide this from them," he said "but they threatened punishment if they caught me with any more food."

"Mychael Ologat," said the second man. "What do you think of all this?" As small as Geoff was tall, Mychael looked as though he could fit in Davin's duffel bag; but his muscles ripped underneath his tight skin.

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