"Move your ass trooper!" Alater roared as a young trooper, fresh out of the academy, fumbled over disaembling his rifle. Alater, completely not in uniform, stood with a cigar in between two of his teeth, smoke curling around his head in an odd fashion.
"Yes sergeant!" The trooper responded as he finished putting the peices back together and ran down the line with his rifle, one more in a seemingly endless stream of troopers. They were all here because he was the most qualified at the moment to teach this class and had the time. 'Time' was a funny matter no adays with his own special missions sending him off at random intervals. Doc knew of his training and his missions, but never the details. As it was teaching a bunch of fresh Privates the use of their own weapons without killing them was a relaxing thing.
"Move move move!" He roared again, stopping to puff away at his cigar. The woodsmokey smell flared up in his nostrals. Green as they were they would serve as well as the rest of the Corps would or they would end up in a body bag going him. His job here was to make sure that they first didn't shoot themselves or each other, and then to worry about putting that blaster bolt into the body of an enemy. As it was this group was doing fairly well. He hadn't had a single accidental or intentional shooting all day. The course was fairly simple: first they were given simple instruction on the usage and structure of their weapon, second they were to practice disasembling and reasembling in a swift manner, third they were to practice firing on the range. By now all of them were on the range.
Alater, cigar in hand, moved on to the range as he jogged after the last of the troopers. His recent excursions had left him in peak physical condition, more so than normal, and he was being forced to stay that way. Alater gazed off as the group of twelve fired down range at the simulated targets of 'rebels' that looked more like cut outs of just about any humanoid you could conjure up in the mind. The bolts, most missing, were all headed down range this time. Few targets fell at first, but as troopers got back into the swing of things as they had been in basic training. Puffing out another ring of smoke, Alater clapped his massive hands with a thunderous boom.
"Range clear!" Alater called out, waiting for everybody to safety their weapons and presume to attention. A few slow ones got a glare from their sergeant, but nothing more on the whole. Alater didn't believe in public repremandations as others did, it caused problems later and could lower over-all moral.
"Good work today. I will be filing your recomendations and placements and sending them to your superiors. From then you will have to await word." Alater said to a few groans, his going unheard of. Their wait was the least of his problems, as he had two more classes of equal size and that was a lot of paperwork.
"Dismissed!" He roared and turned to collect his datapads from the table they had so kindly set up for him outside as some sort of 'mini office'. With a minor huff Alater gathered his equipment and headed back towards the Eclipse barracks. With a chuckle at the scene in the hall he headed into to his fuming room. The steam greated him as he closed the door and Wicket screaming "I did not forget! It's not my fault!" was nearly escaped his hearing. Long Fang awaited him as he strapped the blooded blade to his waist, and headed away from the barracks. Wicket's shenanigans continued in the hall, much to everyone's annoyance.
There are a lot of places to be on Tadath, but Alater had always enjoyed some of the groves here, hidden away amongst the trees. These round circles of flat grass were the perfect place for a little privacy and relaxing, and the one he was headed for was right by his caves.
