Greetings, loyal citizens of the Empire.
As a chief recruiter for the Imperial Armed Forces, it falls on my shoulders to increase the ranks of the Emperor's fighting men and women in these troubled, turbulent times. Recently, I've found it quite difficult. The prevalence of pro-Rebel propaganda by many of this sectors publishers is astounding. Rest assured, COMPNOR agents will soon be visiting the planet of Roseville and... re-educating... the media outlets there. However, for the purposes of this discussion, and to show you the heroics of the brave men and women wearing the Imperial uniform, allow me to instead regale you with this series of insights into the exploits of one such group.
Adventure I
I met this group of heroes shortly after the end of the Clone Wars and the institution of the New Order. Three years, to be exact. You may remember those heady days. The galaxy was actually a relatively peaceful place. Oh sure, the remainders of some of the Separatist armies still thrashed about in their death throes, causing minor destruction and sowing chaos in isolated sectors. And, of course, the mewling of certain Senators in the Galactic Senate caused no end of irritation. But their ineffectual braying gained scant footholds in the wider populace. We finally had peace. True, lasting, peace. As the increased aging effects of the clones fighting in the armies of the Empire began to effect the fighting capacity of our armed forces, the Emperor recognized the need to increase the recruiting of civilians into the ranks of our armed forces. This was a genius masterstroke by the Emperor; it increased the public's involvement in the protection and maintenance of the Empire, while at the same time providing massive employment for troubled sectors and making the military more human. It limited the desire of radicals to strike at targets that had families. Any act of terrorism against military targets would now create outcries. At least... we thought so.
On the planet of Dejero, one small military academy had opened its doors to the first volunteers seeking entrance into the ranks of the Imperial Armed Forces. These recruits had just passed muster, and were preparing to depart from Dejero Academy and transfer to the larger Imperial Academies. On the day of their departure, with thousands of parents and siblings watching in admiration, the first brave sons and daughters to make the final parade march to the shuttles began. And the first seeds of what we would later come to learn of as full-scale Rebellion struck a perfidious blow to the Empire.
A small group of dissidents infiltrated the open-air ceremony, and at a pre-determined time, triggered remote thermal detonators both on the parade grounds, and, horrifyingly, in the stands. The dissidents, later confessed to wanting to kill high ranking Dejero government officials, but even now, Imperial Intelligence is having trouble tallying the civilian casualties. Many of the recruits were killed outright, and many others were cut down by blaster fire from the stands. A small pocket of survivors rallied, showing all the quick-thinking initiative of seasoned veterans. While some brave souls dove unthinkingly into the path of blasters in an effort to dig surviving spectators from under debris, or carrying women and children to safety, others scrambled over rubble to ****** at whatever weapons they could find to return fire. After a short engagement, the cowardly terrorists retreated into the wilderness through makeshift tunnels, leaving the arena a smouldering ruin.
With the peace-loving Dejero governor under-manned, and the local Imperial presence partially crippled by the attack, the squad of recruits suddenly found itself on the front lines of tracking down the terrorists. With many of their friends and family killed in the explosion, they turned their eyes to the rolling foothills of the Dejero Badlands, with vengeance in their hearts, and the chance to prove their mettle in battle for the Empire!
Sorry for the poor grammar and narration in advance. I'm typing this on my lunch break and I'm five minutes over-due. Off the cuff writing is the worst writing!
Edited by Lieutenant Darnex