Aeos was seated at the small impersonal desk assigned to her at the Academy. Twirling about in her chais, Aeos sighed, wishing she was back at her office which was much loftier then what Cosmic gave her.  The latter was currently going around at the desks, handing each training officer new datapads with the list of names of people assigned to them.  Aeos flicked her eyes at the names, sighed and threw Decembrist the datapad who sat in the chair opposite her desk.  He groaned as he stood up.

“Come, let’s get the newbs,” he muttered forcing her up and walking.

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Aeos and Decembrist was in the Academy grounds, which currently a buzz of crowds bustling with chatter and noise. Every single recruit was fresh on the Army list, some of them having literally stepped off a shuttle mere hours ago.

“Looks like we’re the first training officers here,” Decembrist muttered noticing they were the only being in uniform around the rowdy bunch.  The rowdy bunch was noticing it as well and they easily parted away from one another to allow Aeos and Decembrist to walk through.

“And I’m shorter then the most, as usual,” Aeos grumbled as her eyes spotted a lone crate at the one corner of the field. Decembrist wisely stifled his laughter.  Some of the fresh recruits however couldn’t keep themselves from grinning as the short platoon sergeant forced herself onto the crate in order to gain some vantage point over them.  Decembrist walked a good few meters away however much to some of the recruits’ perplexity.

“Right! I’m from the Hellgate Squad! Can the following people please report to me!  Daesha! Kraytirous!, Joe! Quillia! Connor! D-crove! Emi! I’ll repeat this again…”  She was also calling out a few other names but she was nearing the end of her list. She handed the datapad to Decembrist to repeat the process at the other end of the crowd, incase someone missed their name.

Already Aeos was clearing a small radius of grass with sheer volume emitting from her voice. Inwards she grinned loving the effect.  Her eyes glanced across D-Crove’s name. He had been in her previous group, but having joined in a bit late, she requested him to return to Drill for another few days, though she had no doubt about his potencial as a stormtrooper.

Slowly but surely enough there were troopers coming forward who reported to her. Some saluted sloppily, still not familiar with the militarist precision required for such simple gesture.

“Right, people, get used to one another, you will be bunking together for the next few weeks, some of you will be asked to leave, and some of you might try to leave, both is less likely to happen then your mom making pancakes for you in bed at the Academy, follow me, I’ll be showing you to your bunks.  Get ready for inspection in one hour, full uniform!”  Aeos shouted out at them, trying to win the volume velocity of the crowd which was steadily increasing again.

It started dying again as they left the open grounds as Aeos left with them to escort them to their barracks.

She was the last one off the ship. As she pushed her way to the front of the rabble she saw the first two officers arrive she nearly collapsed in fear and panic as she saw the petite officer...

Can it be...no surly not...as worry and memories flooded her mind she nearly collapsed.

“Right! I’m from the Hellgate Squad! Can the following people please report to me!  Daesha! Kraytirous!, Joe! Quillia! Connor! D-crowe! Emi! I’ll repeat this again…”

It is her...that voice i could recognise that anywhere ever since those years of service ....oh no this was a terrible mistake Emi thought to herself as her mind raced on finding a way out of what she knew would be hell.

Emi stepped forward trying not to make eye contact and gave a shockingly bad salute, she could've done better but she was a new recruit and had to act like one. “Right, people, get used to one another, you will be bunking together for the next few weeks," 

Emi looked around and didn’t recognise any of them from the shuttle here.

oh well she  thought to her self this could be the fresh start I've been looking for

"some of you will be asked to leave, and some of you might try to leave, both is less likely to happen then your mom making pancakes for you in bed at the Academy, follow me, I’ll be showing you to your bunks.  Get ready for inspection in one hour, full uniform!” Emi followed everyone else into the bunker wondering why she ever left The Rift in the first place.

As he was standing their waiting, Darien noticed another trainee out of the corner of his eye."Might as well pass the time."he thought. So he walks over and asks, "What's your name?"

She turns to him...

geez harsh toke dude! Darien thinks as he backs away. "I'm Darien, my friends call me D", he says.

She smirked hearing Decembrist’s voice shouting. No moment later, and Aeos was busting into the female’s barracks with equal yet more feminine velocity.
“Are we ready for inspection ladies?” she asked quietly opting for instilling them with a chilly detached sense of fear. The females in the barracks jumped to attention, already seeming to get a better grasp of saluting her.
“Right, take a duffelbag, fill it up with your personal belonging, the rest will be chucked out for charity case on Coruscant or something. Personal attachment won’t do you any good on the field, I don’t do good with personal attachment, irritates me, you’ve got three minutes to pick and choose, then I’ll be back, and you-“
Aeos looked at Emi with arched eyebrows”-strap those boots on,” she muttered pointing to Emi’s still bare feet. The girl nodded nervously with big eyes.
“And I suggest you pull yourself together, one teary look like that, and a rebel might think you’re good for interrogations,"” she addressed Emi with sharp scorn, picking at girl’s defense before walking out, waiting for the females soldiers to get ready.

Kraytirous thought to himself about which personal contraband he'd want to keep.  He didn't have any pictures of his parents to hang on to, he chose to try to neglect them, and eventually forgetting that he had been part of such a villainous people’s family. So far it hadn't worked.

He had been given a pair of gauntlets by his adopted father, dark brown in color, made out of authentic leather, not the cloned stuff you'd find in the supermarkets. His step-father claimed to have had them given to him as payment for his first bounty. Kraytirous then learned that his new father had been a hunter of villains. It was just as well, because Kraytirous planned on following this same road, but not on his own. No, he'd work to further the views of this Empire. He'd work to make sure that the entire Galaxy was swept clean of these villainous scums.

By the time he'd finish reminiscing about his step-father, all he'd managed to collect in his bag was a couple of pairs of his own undergarments, the gauntlets, a pair of sunglasses that he'd gotten as his first birthday present under the care of his step-father and the recipe to a delicacy that his adopted father had learned to cook ages ago on a distant planet. He couldn't remember the name, and it had been torn off the recipe, but he could definitely remember the taste. One day, if he had free time, he'd make it.

When the three minutes had passed, Kraytirous stood at attention, his hands at his side. He hadn't even filled his bag halfway. Hell, he'd only brought two bags and they'd been mostly filled with several changes of clothes just in case he had to run through mud and jog through swamps, which was what his step-father envisioned him doing. He also had an extra pair of tall boots that would keep his lower pant legs safe from mud and other debris. But those were safely kept on top of his bunk, not quite fitting into his bag. Kraytirous hoped he'd at least receive some clothes other then the ones he'd chosen to keep, or else he'd be running around in his underpants. How embarrassing would that be?

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Okay, 376 words. Haven't had any third person typing in a while, so bear with me here.

Quillia was one of the first ones off the shuttle, when she heard her name called she jogged over to the drill instructor and saluted.

The group was divided by gender and led to their barracks.
"I'm used to cramped, but this is ridiculous," Quillia said out loud to no one in particular. She looked around the room and picked a bunk along one of the walls. As soon as she set her bag down Drill Instructor Aeos burst through the door and everyone snapped to attention.

"Are we ready for inspection ladies?" the instructor asked coldly.
The females were then instructed to pack all of their personal belongings into a duffel. Quillia sighed, what personal belongings? I didn't bring anything with me.

She changed into a fresh uniform and finished organizing her little area. She was determined to stand out from the crowd, she wouldn't let herself be anything but the best.

Koll almost decided to leave on the first day of Basic. It was the Army of the Galactic Empire, and no one thought to send out a ship that could hold just a little more than the amount of occupants. Sharing a shuttle with a bunch of raw recruits who were either nervous about their first day at training, couldn't keep to themselves, or couldn't keep from boasting about how well they thought they would do wasn't quite Koll's idea of a good time. Rather, he spent his time in flight toying with the vibroknife his father gave him, passing it from finger to finger over his hand. He had wanted to take the vibrosword, but it was the only one his parents had. It was something of a symbol of honor in the house, to always have a vibrosword handy. He never really understood it.

His parents also neglected to send him off with a blaster pistol. Ahh, well, Koll thought. Carrying around a blaster pistol and vibrosword would just draw more unwanted attention to myself. And once more he consigned himself to playing with the simple knife. Quickly becoming bored with that, the Zabrak turned his attention to what he did have. He bent over and pulled his personal duffel from beneath his seat. He had checked it numerous times, but he found there was little else he could do, just sitting in room with four walls and bunch of people who were too loud for his taste. His parents sent along the civvies he had on currently, along with two extra pair, and an extra pair of shoes. Regardless that he'd be wearing Imperial Issue fatigues for his basic training. He noted the absence of food with his belongings, but it had been assumed that that would be provided.

He closed the duffel bag and tossed it to the floor of the shuttle. A clank resounded from inside. He quickly picked the duffel back up and examined its contents once more. His deft hands soon found a small, thin holocron. Engraved on it was the note "since you don't like to brag," in Iridonian. Koll rolled his eyes and shoved the holocron deep into his duffel once more. He hoped it would stay buried for the rest of training, and for the rest of time for that matter. He could imagine all the sorts of accomplishments his parents had loaded onto that holocron. He would almost die of embarassment if anyone saw that. He quitely shoved his duffel bag under his seat once more.

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Once they landed, Koll heaved a sigh of relief. The entire ship stepped off, was processed by a few Imperial G-men, and were escorted to the Parade grounds, where there was a slightly discontent human female told them to follow her. Koll stepped forward, making a conscious effort to be one of the last ones to step forward. She then guided the rag-tag group to the barracks. They were then ordered into their uniforms and to be inspected within the hour.

Koll quickly stepped inside, filing in behind the rest of the male troopers-to-be. He made his way to the bed in the farthest corner of the room and began to change into his uniform. To his pleasure, no one approached him. No one even so much glanced in his direction. Once he was done and in full uniform, he sat down on the bed and looked at the far wall, wondering absently what might come next. In his mind flew combat training, correct marching procedure, and tactics. He was in the middle of playing a close-quarters combat lesson through his head when his reverie was interrupted by the slam of a door behind someone. The man promptly ordered all their belongings into the duffel he provided and to be outside in three minutes. Resting from his standing at attention, Koll went to his own duffel, which now had the clothes he had on earlier and the vibroknife in it, and upended it into the new duffel. He then folded his own duffel and put it in the other bag, just in case. Many things could be made out of a duffel bag, especially if you had a knife.

Still trying to be unassuming, Koll put the bag on his new bed and stood at attention. Just then, the door opened again to permit the female officer from before into the room. Koll braced himself for more yelling as she opened her mouth.

Quillia couldn't help but laugh as she followed Daesha's cadence. Quillia was far enough back in the line to watch the horrified look on the two drill instructors' faces.

"Better enjoy it while it lasts, this is going to be painful later." Quillia said to the recruit next to her. She watched Daesha fall in at the back, and the recruits continued on marching. The sound of their boots on the ground were the only cadence they had now, though Daesha's display had improved the recruits' morale. The Drill Instructors were busy trying to reclaim the total control they had had on the new troopers.

"Well at least we know we're having fun today." Quillia whispered back to Daesha before attracting the attention of the two Drill Instructors.

Quillia laid in the prone in her white armor, holding her blaster pulled back into her shoulder. She put the cheek of her helmet against the stock of her rifle so she could look through the sights.
Maintain sight picture, mind the breathing, easy on the trigger squeeze, don't jerk it. Now just the follow through. She watched her shots impact the target around where the collarbone would be.

"Now if only it were that easy everytime." Quillia grumbled to herself. She looked around she was the last one to finish firing. The other recruits were starting to get back in line to go on to the next training, hand to hand. Quillia knew the drill instructors were talking but the com in her helmet wasn't working. She just followed the line and hoped she wasn't being given instructions.

The line of troopers stopped and she could see Drill Instructor Aeos take her helmet off and start talking, but Quillia couldn't here a thing.

"This is just great," she muttered to herself.

Rifle range, Daesha shook her head, she was a decent enough shot, but found she thought of it more as cheating in a fight. You faced another opponent and shot hot lasers at them and whoever hit first won. The Temple Priestesses had never had contact with blasters and only one Daesha had ever see was her father's old rifle which they were never allowed to touch. But going through basic she has pretty much learned to look through the scope aim where she wanted to shoot and fire. If all else failed throwing some sort of explosive worked just as well.

"Oooo moving target, you think it's a cow painted running around in there Quill?" Daesha asked crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. The female Privates made their way to the locker room to get changed. Putting on the armour, Daesha then put on her gauntlets tying the leather straps and buckling them to her arms.

"What are those?" Emi asked looking over Daesha's shoulders.

"Mother Goddess Gauntlets," Daesha grinned, "Shink!" went the curved ended blades as she flex her muscles triggering them.

"Wow, I want," Emi murmured before they headed out to the range, Daesha flexed her arm muscles again and the blades went back into place hidden from prying eyes. If anyone knew what they were and then reported it back to the High Priestess, there would be hell to pay.

"Move it,' Daesha growled to one of the taller guys, Kray, was that his name.

"Yeah right, what are you going to do, dance me to death," the guy whispered back as they got instructions.

"Shink," the blades were out and underneath Kray's throat, "Not all of us are dancer or singers, luv, remember that," she said quietly and the blades were hidden again before anyone else could see what had happened. She gave Kray a bright, impish smile before everyone ran off into the forest to deal with the threat. She moved behind a tree just in time to dodge a bullet. Looking up she smiled, the branches were low enough to climb up. Grabbing the branch she hoisted herself up taking cover in the thick foliage, hoping from one branch to another tree's branches. Good cover, the droids were throwing bolts in her direction and missing.

She stopped when she was overhead one of the red droids. With ease she dropped down on the droid her blades running through its metal frame. She was taken a back as a flash of blue from her side vision and then her armor was hit. With rage in her eyes she turned to see Kray pistol in hand.

"You jumped out at it just as I was firing I couldn't stop!" he protested as Daesha advanced on him. She then grinned evilly as she reached him, yanking off his helmet she disappeared into the forest laughing manically carrying the piece of armor in her hands.

"Sithspawn!" Kraytirous swore under his breath. That twi'lek whore had taken his helmet and now he'd lost the advantage he'd worked to establish himself. He ran after her, taking long and constant strides. His pistol was ready at his side, as soon as he caught site of her he'd blast her good. He could see her silhouette against the foliage ahead of him, her fit body taking strong strides. He didn't dare shoot unless he knew what he was shooting at, lest he accidentally set the forest on fire or some other unwanted accident.

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After nearly ten minutes of running, he'd finally heard her start huffing and lose her breath. Kraytirous was also tiring, his heart beating in his ears and his lunges working to their max. Kraytirous was fit, but not an athlete. He had his limits. And apparently so did the twi'lek. She finally stopped in a clearing, whirling around with a smile that showed pure amusement. She flexed her arm muscle, the blade in her forearm ejecting with a sharp shink.

"Listen, lady, this was fun and all, but give me back my kit and I won't report your's." He wasn't really going to, but then again, a threat was a threat. He took his stance, crouching his legs, staying his arms at his sides and preparing to jump to any direction he'd need to or start firing at her. But she didn't do anything. She just laughed a cruel laugh.

"You think that after that whole chase I'd let you off the hook? Nah, you want this piece of junk, you'd better come and get it..."

A grin blossomed on his face and he took the bait. Time to see if this Twi'lek could dance as well as she could in a conga line as she could when she was under fire. Before he could stop himself, he'd fired three shots at her, his adrenaline flooding through his veins. She dodged the bolts, clearly enjoying herself. But when she turned back, Kraytirous was already rolling for cover, all the while covering his escape with low powered bolts. He took cover behind a tree, the tree eclipsing most of his face. All that could be seen was a part of his face, the very edge including his eye and the pistol that he had trained at Daesha.

"I hope you're shooting skills are as sharp as that tongue of your's!"

Everything seemed to be going as planned during the training exercise when suddenly an ear-piercing siren rang throughout the training grounds. The trainees instantly stopped what they were doing and began looking around - somewhat puzzled as to what was going on. A firm male voice appeared on speaker, "Attention trainees. Report back to the landing zone immediately. I repeat. Report back to the landing zone immediately."

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Platoon Sergeant Aeos and her Assistant Drill Instructor, Decembrist, were standing at-ease in the landing zone as the recruits began to trickle in.

"What's going on?" Private Emi queried.

"All trainees, fall into single-file formation immediately!" Aeos barked. The trainees did as they were told, and quickly formed a straight line. Moments later, a low hum filled the air, and a small gray dot in the sky slowly took the shape of a Lambda-Class shuttle. The shuttle slowly came about and glided gently to the ground.

The curious trainees turned their heads slightly to see who the new arrival was. A couple released a few silent breaths of anxiety as the shuttle's ramp slowly descended upon the ground. As soon as the ramp was fully extended, four Stormtroopers in blood-red armor exited the shuttle and waited in pairs on either side at the ramp's end. A moment later, two figures emerged from the dark depths of the shuttle.

One of them was a woman, about 5'8" with black hair and bright jade-green eyes... she was a Colonel. Walking down alongside her was a taller figure - a man. He was about six feet tall with strange silver-white eyes. On top of that, he had longer-than-shoulder-width white-silver hair that draped over his shoulders... he had the insignia of a General.

"Attention!" commanded Aeos. The troopers' arms rose immediately into a crisp salute.

The taller figure nodded, "At ease."

Aeos walked up to the two figures and motioned to the trainees with her right hand, "General Cleric, Colonel Merrick, this is Hellgate squad. They are ready for inspection."

"They look fine to me," said Cleric. "We're actually not here to complete an inspection. More of announcement that needs to be made that requires some formality." He looked over toward the new recruits and took a few steps forward.

"Platoon Sergeant Aeos has been a model Drill Instructor, and her efforts with the Academy are commendable. However, due to preexisting duties, she has formally requested to step down as your Drill Instructor." Cleric paused for a moment, letting this new information sink into the trainees' minds. "Colonel Merrick," he resumed, gesturing toward Merrick, "Will be her successor and your new Drill Instructor. I ask that you show her the same respect that you have given to Platoon Sergeant Aeos."

A few seconds of silence passed, and it was clear that there was some feeling of displeasure amongst the squad. Aeos had been an amazing Drill Instructor - how would this new DI fill in her shoes?

"As of this moment," said Cleric, "Your training has ended."

With that, Decembrist called for attention as the Commander of Training and Platoon Sergeant Aeos turned back to enter the shuttle. Colonel Merrick stayed behind - this was her new assignment now, and she was going to have to re-introduce herself back into the "green" atmosphere.

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