Training

SUBMITTED BY: CD Mike Mar / SysForce 2 SF-FO / VSD Striker / Imperial Navy
HOLONET REGISTRATION: <michel-robidoux@hotmail.com
SUBMITTED ON: 2008.05.15

Bip...bip...bip

Mike Mar opened an eye to look at his alarm clock. He couldn't beleive it was already time to wake up as he felt like he didn't sleep at all. This was the day. The day he's been waiting for, for a long time.

Somebody knock at his bedroom door.

"Wake up Mike!!!" His mother yeld at him... as she did every morning. "It's time for your breakfast and to pack your things!"

She almost sounded happy. Strange thing considering that the only thing she did the mornings was yelling at him. Well, it didn't matter. Not anymore. His time had come. Like many young women and men his age, on his planet. Today he would pack his belongings and leave the house where he lived his entire life for a whole new one.

He had a quick breakfast, packed his stuff and had a small talk with his mother who wished him luck and farewell. Mike did his best to keep a mental picture of her and his house as he knew he would never see them again. So was life for the son of an Imperial Navy Officer. He left at a quick pace without turning back, for the station where he would take a train that would bring him to the spatioport.

An hour later, arriving at destination, he looked through the window and couldn't beleive how big the Transport was. He had saw many on holo-pictures and in holo-news, but never of this type. It was huge!

Once he had debarqued from the train, a Navy Officer holding a datapad asked him his name, then directed him to the nearest Inspection droid. It was a standard procedure to search everyone and every bags with all the terrorist activity from a group that people called the Rebels. Not saying a word he took back his backpack after the search was over and headed to the next Officer.

Again he was asked his name, then a nametag was put on his shirt, and finally he was directed to ramp 1-B. While climbing the stairs he took a look over his shoulder and saw that a whole crowd of women and men approximatly his age were going through the same process he had been through. He estimated them beetween 500 to 600. This would take long...

Once aboard the Transport he was directed to his seat, this time by a female Officer. He couldn't help to risk a smile at her but was met with nothing but a "Move on, Cadet Mar!"

3 hours later the Transport climbed in the sky and for the first time in his life, Mike entered hyperspace.

To...

The Imperial Academy.