Post by Gyl on Jan 6, 2007 20:32:31 GMT -5
This is a story I started writing a couple days ago based on the timeline/RP issues in Dim Wars RP server. The main character is my character and although this is based off the server, alot of it was also made up in my head. Comments and criticism are encouraged.
Itame Camilla lay in bed fuming, now she wasn’t normally known for an overwhelmingly cheery disposition, but she was exceptionally angry. The cause of this anger lay in her occupation. Itame was a Master Sergeant, a pretty high rank for a combat medic in the Galactic Alliance, but she had just been transferred to a new commanding officer. Captain Jonas A. Naavo was a strict, harsh, and fairly sexist man. The captain had been working in the military for a good 20 years and he believed it no place for a “fragile little girl”.
Itame was used to combat. In the last 4 years she had participated in more battles and treated more wounded soldiers than she could count. However, since her transfer all Itame had done was clean up the med bay. She glanced at the clock and threw off her sheets, then proceeded to the refresher to take a shower. Once this was done she quickly put on her suit of white, customized combat armor (which had cost her over 3,000 credits). She slid her white medic’s pauldron over he head making sure to align the stitched on red cross so it lined up with her shoulder.
Itame spared another look at the clock and had to quickly grab a fruit smoothie from the fridge that she could drink on the way to the base. Keeping a firm grip on the imposing helmet tucked under her arm, Itame began the short walk from her apartment to the base.
Itame had grown used to receiving a great number of glances and odd looks on her trip to the GA headquarters for Coruscant. She was remarkably beautiful with a slender figure, soft features, and shoulder-length chestnut brown hair. Her large, round eyes shone and emerald green and her face was warm and comforting. The stark white battle armor she wore and the imposing helmet under her arm didn’t help her blend in either.
Walking on Coruscant was a fairly uncommon thing although the walkways were packed with people. On a planet with a population of over 1 trillion people, most of them use speeders or public transports to get where they are going. However, since Itame’s journey was so short there really was no need for this.
After a 10-minute walk Itame arrived at the GA headquarters of the planet. Captain Naavo was there waiting at the entrance for her. He was a middle-aged man in his 40’s with short black hair and a closely shaved face. He wore a gray officer’s uniform and stood stiff and rigid.
“Camilla,” he began in his stone cold voice “you’re late.” As she walked by him he turned and fell in beside her. She couldn’t believe it. There were over a dozen officers that hadn’t even checked in to the Captain yet but he still singled her out for being less than 2 minutes late.
“Sorry sir.” The master sergeant replied, biting back a retort with clenched teeth.
“Today, Camilla, you get to fill out these forms for the Med Bay records.” The captain explained as he thrust a data pad into Itame’s hand. This in itself was quite an astonishing feat considering this hallway could have been accurately likened to a clown car.
Trying not to drop her helmet Itame clumsily attached the data pad to her belt with one hand.
“I’ll expect those on my desk by noon, I expect you can do at least that much. Good day.” With that the crowd swallowed Naavo, which was a good thing seeing as Itame had an insult forming on her lips as left.
The Medical Bay offered a welcome refuge from the scurrying officers, droids, and other GA personnel that infest the main hallway. The only sentient being inside the med bay were the patients and the various nurses, doctors, and a couple technicians. As the doors slid shut behind her, the change in volume made Itame feel as though she was just sealed into a tomb.
The Med Bay is perhaps the bleakest room in the base. It was built to be completely sterile so it contains little comforts apart from the large cots that the patients lie on. The chrome floor and walls cause footsteps to echo ominously throughout the room and the furnishings are all made of it too, from the bed frames to the tables. In fact, the bay is so disheartening to some patients that they requested to be transferred to a civilian hospital where they would have to pay for treatment, just because it has a warmer atmosphere.
Itame’s armored boots made a dull clunking sound as she made her way to the computer consoles in the back of the Med Bay. Along the way she periodically stopped to talk to and encourage patients often leaving them smiling in their cots. She liked to comfort people, and in fact it was the area she excelled at as a combat medic.
“Good morning ma’am!” called a scruffy looking teenager, maybe 15 or 16 years old, in a baggy technician’s uniform. He whipped up his hand in an over eager salute in which he ended up hitting himself in the eye. Itame couldn’t suppress a grin.
“Hello Cody. How’s your leg?”
“Much better ma’am, thanks for asking.” Cody rubbed his watery eye as he spoke “I just got this console working for you.”
Itame walked over and put a gloved hand on the technician’s shoulder. “Oh Cody, what would I do without you?”
The boy shrugged “I dunno, you’d probably find another computer to use.” He said replied.
Itame’s grin widened as she sat her helmet atop the computer console and sat down in the hard chair. “Well thank you, though I do think you’re spoiling me.”
“I’m just doin’ my job ma’am.”
Cody started fidgeting with a pocket in his baggy blue technician’s uniform when his comlink started beeping. “Yeah? Ok, I’ll be right there.” He put the comlink back in his pocket and turned to Itame. “Droid exploded upstairs, gotta go.”
“Bye, don’t hurt yourself!” she called after him as he sprinted out of the Med Bay to the lift. Her fingers cracked as she stretched them to prepare them for hours of typing, something she wasn’t very fond of. Nonetheless she began.
“Excuse me Miss Camilla,” said a metallic behind her. Itame swiveled in her chair and found herself inches from a tall skinny gray droid. “Captain Naavo wishes to see you in his office immediately.”
Itame sighed. “Thank you BT-64.” She snatched her helmet and strode out of the med bay to the Captain’s office, which she arrived at minutes later.
“Camilla, took you long enough.” The captain folded his hands together on his desk. “Yes, well, down to business. There has been a massive uprising on Tatooine. The Bestine defense forces sent out an urgent call for reinforcements, so you have been chosen to accompany one of the squads heading there.”
“Yes sir.” Itame couldn’t believe it. She finally got to so what she was trained to do, and she got to get away from Naavo.
“Hold on, I’m not finished yet Camilla. I have volunteered to be commander of your squad. You need someone like me to look out for you.”
Right then and there Itame’s bubble burst. The captain was commanding her squad? She had never minded combat but with Captain Naavo commanding her, it would truly become a living (hopefully) hell.
“Head to the armory master sergeant, and get yourself a weapon and equipment. Briefing is in two standard hours and we depart in four. You are dismissed.
Itame arrived at the briefing room early after she had picked up a good carbine in the armory along with some medical supplies. She strode in carrying her helmet under her left arm allowing everyone to see her jaw drop. The chamber was massive, a gigantic circular room with a holoprojecter in the center around which rows upon rows of seats stood.
Itame took an empty seat and immediately stood out among the crowd. The other thousand or so troopers wore the baggy navy blue combat uniforms standard to the GA, and her white armor stood out like a sore thumb.
10 minutes after Itame arrived the briefing began. The holoprojector put up a gigantic projection of Tatooine in the air, and then it zoomed in on the area around Bestine, the capital of Tatooine and the area that was having the most trouble. The general who was laying out the details and the plan had his voice amplified in speakers. Wherever you sat it sounded as though he was right next to you shouting.
“The actual city of Bestine,” the old general’s voice boomed “has been completely seized by the rebels. The security forces in the city are either captured or dead; the governor is being held ransom. Now you won’t have to worry about hostages, I’ll send in special forces for that, your job is to take the city back. You will be deployed in key positions around the city, and will work together in teams of three or four squads.”
Red pinpoints appeared on the 3D map around the city as he spoke labeling themselves as the different teams of squads. The old general continued. “This is a very large city and a very important one. The rebels will most likely disguise themselves as civilians so you must be on your guard at all times. However, do not shoot civilians unless they present a threat to you first. Failure to follow this rule will have you flown back here and stripped of any rank you possess. If you cannot be demoted, you will be expelled from the Galactic Alliance military permanently. We do not want to hurt the public image of the GA any further. Your squad commanders will explain the rest of the mission to you on the way there. You are dismissed.”
The room turned into a sea of movement as the troops stood and filed out toward the exits to meet with their squad on the transport ship that would take them to Tatooine. They had all already been told which hanger their squad’s transport would be in so it was a simple matter of getting there. Easier said than done.
The hangers were all located on the East wing of the military base. The problem this presented was that when you have close to 1,000 soldiers navigating the narrow hallways some traffic issues develop. It was in one of these packed hallways that Itame was bumped hard from behind almost causing her to lose her grip on her helmet. She turned her head to see a brown haired young man in a baggy navy blue uniform. He had a goatee, deep blue eyes, and a muscular build.
“Master Sergeant Itame Camilla?” the young man asked.
“Yes, and who might you be?” Itame replied trying to avoid being bumped anymore by the crowd.
“Captain Naavo told me about you. Oh, sorry,” he held out his hand for Itame to awkwardly shake in the limited space. “Corporal Erik Coulfer, rifleman. I’m in your squad and I’m proud to be in it. The captain always speaks so highly of you, always uses you as an example on how to do something right.
“He does?”
“Oh sure, he thinks you’re a perfect soldier.” They were nearing hanger bay 1138 where their squad’s shuttle was waiting.
“He always treats me like crap to my face and hardly ever has me do an interesting or important assignment.”
“That’s probably just because he doesn’t want you to get a big head.” Erik replied. “Oh finally, we’re here.” He said pointed to the sign above the double blast doors. They pushed out of the crowd and made their way to the line of shuttles in the middle of the hanger.
“Which is ours?” Itame asked. Erik shrugged which was replaced almost immediately with a grin.
“Number 2249, that shuttle at the end of the row.” Erik started to make his way down to the shuttle with Itame close behind. They climbed up to the boarding ramp to meet a dozen other faces. The ramp closed behind them and Itame and Erik proceeded to sit down in a couple open seats.
“Where’s the captain?” whispered Itame who now felt completely different about him. Erik merely shrugged.
“Right here Camilla.” Said a cold voice behind Itame who turned around in her chair. Captain Naavo strode forward. “Now stop the talking, we’ve got a lot to get through quickly so you soldiers can rest up and get acquainted before we land.”
Galactic Insurrection
Chapter 1 – Itame Camilla
Chapter 1 – Itame Camilla
Itame Camilla lay in bed fuming, now she wasn’t normally known for an overwhelmingly cheery disposition, but she was exceptionally angry. The cause of this anger lay in her occupation. Itame was a Master Sergeant, a pretty high rank for a combat medic in the Galactic Alliance, but she had just been transferred to a new commanding officer. Captain Jonas A. Naavo was a strict, harsh, and fairly sexist man. The captain had been working in the military for a good 20 years and he believed it no place for a “fragile little girl”.
Itame was used to combat. In the last 4 years she had participated in more battles and treated more wounded soldiers than she could count. However, since her transfer all Itame had done was clean up the med bay. She glanced at the clock and threw off her sheets, then proceeded to the refresher to take a shower. Once this was done she quickly put on her suit of white, customized combat armor (which had cost her over 3,000 credits). She slid her white medic’s pauldron over he head making sure to align the stitched on red cross so it lined up with her shoulder.
Itame spared another look at the clock and had to quickly grab a fruit smoothie from the fridge that she could drink on the way to the base. Keeping a firm grip on the imposing helmet tucked under her arm, Itame began the short walk from her apartment to the base.
Itame had grown used to receiving a great number of glances and odd looks on her trip to the GA headquarters for Coruscant. She was remarkably beautiful with a slender figure, soft features, and shoulder-length chestnut brown hair. Her large, round eyes shone and emerald green and her face was warm and comforting. The stark white battle armor she wore and the imposing helmet under her arm didn’t help her blend in either.
Walking on Coruscant was a fairly uncommon thing although the walkways were packed with people. On a planet with a population of over 1 trillion people, most of them use speeders or public transports to get where they are going. However, since Itame’s journey was so short there really was no need for this.
After a 10-minute walk Itame arrived at the GA headquarters of the planet. Captain Naavo was there waiting at the entrance for her. He was a middle-aged man in his 40’s with short black hair and a closely shaved face. He wore a gray officer’s uniform and stood stiff and rigid.
“Camilla,” he began in his stone cold voice “you’re late.” As she walked by him he turned and fell in beside her. She couldn’t believe it. There were over a dozen officers that hadn’t even checked in to the Captain yet but he still singled her out for being less than 2 minutes late.
“Sorry sir.” The master sergeant replied, biting back a retort with clenched teeth.
“Today, Camilla, you get to fill out these forms for the Med Bay records.” The captain explained as he thrust a data pad into Itame’s hand. This in itself was quite an astonishing feat considering this hallway could have been accurately likened to a clown car.
Trying not to drop her helmet Itame clumsily attached the data pad to her belt with one hand.
“I’ll expect those on my desk by noon, I expect you can do at least that much. Good day.” With that the crowd swallowed Naavo, which was a good thing seeing as Itame had an insult forming on her lips as left.
------ - - - - - ------
The Medical Bay offered a welcome refuge from the scurrying officers, droids, and other GA personnel that infest the main hallway. The only sentient being inside the med bay were the patients and the various nurses, doctors, and a couple technicians. As the doors slid shut behind her, the change in volume made Itame feel as though she was just sealed into a tomb.
The Med Bay is perhaps the bleakest room in the base. It was built to be completely sterile so it contains little comforts apart from the large cots that the patients lie on. The chrome floor and walls cause footsteps to echo ominously throughout the room and the furnishings are all made of it too, from the bed frames to the tables. In fact, the bay is so disheartening to some patients that they requested to be transferred to a civilian hospital where they would have to pay for treatment, just because it has a warmer atmosphere.
Itame’s armored boots made a dull clunking sound as she made her way to the computer consoles in the back of the Med Bay. Along the way she periodically stopped to talk to and encourage patients often leaving them smiling in their cots. She liked to comfort people, and in fact it was the area she excelled at as a combat medic.
“Good morning ma’am!” called a scruffy looking teenager, maybe 15 or 16 years old, in a baggy technician’s uniform. He whipped up his hand in an over eager salute in which he ended up hitting himself in the eye. Itame couldn’t suppress a grin.
“Hello Cody. How’s your leg?”
“Much better ma’am, thanks for asking.” Cody rubbed his watery eye as he spoke “I just got this console working for you.”
Itame walked over and put a gloved hand on the technician’s shoulder. “Oh Cody, what would I do without you?”
The boy shrugged “I dunno, you’d probably find another computer to use.” He said replied.
Itame’s grin widened as she sat her helmet atop the computer console and sat down in the hard chair. “Well thank you, though I do think you’re spoiling me.”
“I’m just doin’ my job ma’am.”
Cody started fidgeting with a pocket in his baggy blue technician’s uniform when his comlink started beeping. “Yeah? Ok, I’ll be right there.” He put the comlink back in his pocket and turned to Itame. “Droid exploded upstairs, gotta go.”
“Bye, don’t hurt yourself!” she called after him as he sprinted out of the Med Bay to the lift. Her fingers cracked as she stretched them to prepare them for hours of typing, something she wasn’t very fond of. Nonetheless she began.
“Excuse me Miss Camilla,” said a metallic behind her. Itame swiveled in her chair and found herself inches from a tall skinny gray droid. “Captain Naavo wishes to see you in his office immediately.”
Itame sighed. “Thank you BT-64.” She snatched her helmet and strode out of the med bay to the Captain’s office, which she arrived at minutes later.
“Camilla, took you long enough.” The captain folded his hands together on his desk. “Yes, well, down to business. There has been a massive uprising on Tatooine. The Bestine defense forces sent out an urgent call for reinforcements, so you have been chosen to accompany one of the squads heading there.”
“Yes sir.” Itame couldn’t believe it. She finally got to so what she was trained to do, and she got to get away from Naavo.
“Hold on, I’m not finished yet Camilla. I have volunteered to be commander of your squad. You need someone like me to look out for you.”
Right then and there Itame’s bubble burst. The captain was commanding her squad? She had never minded combat but with Captain Naavo commanding her, it would truly become a living (hopefully) hell.
“Head to the armory master sergeant, and get yourself a weapon and equipment. Briefing is in two standard hours and we depart in four. You are dismissed.
------ - - - - - ------
Itame arrived at the briefing room early after she had picked up a good carbine in the armory along with some medical supplies. She strode in carrying her helmet under her left arm allowing everyone to see her jaw drop. The chamber was massive, a gigantic circular room with a holoprojecter in the center around which rows upon rows of seats stood.
Itame took an empty seat and immediately stood out among the crowd. The other thousand or so troopers wore the baggy navy blue combat uniforms standard to the GA, and her white armor stood out like a sore thumb.
10 minutes after Itame arrived the briefing began. The holoprojector put up a gigantic projection of Tatooine in the air, and then it zoomed in on the area around Bestine, the capital of Tatooine and the area that was having the most trouble. The general who was laying out the details and the plan had his voice amplified in speakers. Wherever you sat it sounded as though he was right next to you shouting.
“The actual city of Bestine,” the old general’s voice boomed “has been completely seized by the rebels. The security forces in the city are either captured or dead; the governor is being held ransom. Now you won’t have to worry about hostages, I’ll send in special forces for that, your job is to take the city back. You will be deployed in key positions around the city, and will work together in teams of three or four squads.”
Red pinpoints appeared on the 3D map around the city as he spoke labeling themselves as the different teams of squads. The old general continued. “This is a very large city and a very important one. The rebels will most likely disguise themselves as civilians so you must be on your guard at all times. However, do not shoot civilians unless they present a threat to you first. Failure to follow this rule will have you flown back here and stripped of any rank you possess. If you cannot be demoted, you will be expelled from the Galactic Alliance military permanently. We do not want to hurt the public image of the GA any further. Your squad commanders will explain the rest of the mission to you on the way there. You are dismissed.”
The room turned into a sea of movement as the troops stood and filed out toward the exits to meet with their squad on the transport ship that would take them to Tatooine. They had all already been told which hanger their squad’s transport would be in so it was a simple matter of getting there. Easier said than done.
The hangers were all located on the East wing of the military base. The problem this presented was that when you have close to 1,000 soldiers navigating the narrow hallways some traffic issues develop. It was in one of these packed hallways that Itame was bumped hard from behind almost causing her to lose her grip on her helmet. She turned her head to see a brown haired young man in a baggy navy blue uniform. He had a goatee, deep blue eyes, and a muscular build.
“Master Sergeant Itame Camilla?” the young man asked.
“Yes, and who might you be?” Itame replied trying to avoid being bumped anymore by the crowd.
“Captain Naavo told me about you. Oh, sorry,” he held out his hand for Itame to awkwardly shake in the limited space. “Corporal Erik Coulfer, rifleman. I’m in your squad and I’m proud to be in it. The captain always speaks so highly of you, always uses you as an example on how to do something right.
“He does?”
“Oh sure, he thinks you’re a perfect soldier.” They were nearing hanger bay 1138 where their squad’s shuttle was waiting.
“He always treats me like crap to my face and hardly ever has me do an interesting or important assignment.”
“That’s probably just because he doesn’t want you to get a big head.” Erik replied. “Oh finally, we’re here.” He said pointed to the sign above the double blast doors. They pushed out of the crowd and made their way to the line of shuttles in the middle of the hanger.
“Which is ours?” Itame asked. Erik shrugged which was replaced almost immediately with a grin.
“Number 2249, that shuttle at the end of the row.” Erik started to make his way down to the shuttle with Itame close behind. They climbed up to the boarding ramp to meet a dozen other faces. The ramp closed behind them and Itame and Erik proceeded to sit down in a couple open seats.
“Where’s the captain?” whispered Itame who now felt completely different about him. Erik merely shrugged.
“Right here Camilla.” Said a cold voice behind Itame who turned around in her chair. Captain Naavo strode forward. “Now stop the talking, we’ve got a lot to get through quickly so you soldiers can rest up and get acquainted before we land.”
