The shuttle craft rumbled as it broke Carida's atmosphere, heading into orbit toward the awaiting Star Destroyer, the pilot's in the cockpit could be heard exchanging chatter on their final approach. Along either side of the cargo bay, was a row of six Imperial cadets.
Twenty-two year old Kaden Saris sat on the end of the starboard row, glancing up carefully at some of the others, a variety of young pilots had been assigned to the Star Destroyer Praetor under command of Admiral Siev Edarren. Once aboard, they'd get a full briefing, but Kaden knew that he and the others were on their way to becoming part of the ship's starfighter wing. He looked at his datapad secured on top of his duffle bag and turned it on, flicking to his orders. He was being put into a group known as Sentinel Squadron.
And he was to be flying one of the new TIE Interceptors, a faster, more maneuverable variant of the Sienar Fleet Systems TIE line of fighter craft. He smirked, placing the pad back into a pouch on his duffle. Four years ago,he had arrived to the Carida academy to pursue his aspiration of flying for the Empire.
His mother and father had always encouraged him to pursue a better life than just staying on Dantooine to be a farmer, which was a rather drab life. He and his parents were proud patriots for the Empire, and thus his choice for military career had been an easy decision. He'd been born just before the outbreak of the Clone Wars, and though he didn't remember much of them, his father told him stories of it, about the brave soldiers of the Republic fighting against the chaotic uprising of the so-called Confederacy of Independent Systems, or Separatists and their mechanized armies of war droids. His father also told him about the Jedi Knights as well, brave warriors who rallied Republic forces behind them to fight the Separatist menace, but unfortunately toward the end of the war, the Jedi had grown from peacekeepers to warriors who thought they could usurp power from the Supreme Chancellor to control the Republic and replace Palpatine. But it had not gone their way as the Emperor found no place for the Jedi Order in his new Empire after they'd apparently tried such a coupé.
Kaden sometimes questioned about that, it didn't really make sense for an Order of protectors to suddenly turn coin on the Chancellor. He also wondered what became of them, there were many theories of course but Kaden had never given it enough thought of his own nor should he really concern himself with the fate of to him fabled heroes. There was a muffled reverberation that broke his thoughts as the shuttle landed. The boarding ramp lowered, letting in light asthe cadets stood from their seats, grabbing their bags, they filed out into the cavernous space of a hanger bay and immediately assembled into formation just outside the shuttle, dropping their Duffles in front of them. "Attention!" Someone shouted, as a group approached them, two officers, flanked by a pair of white-armored stormtroopers, clutching their blaster rifles. The officer who called attention was a Captain, and the other, Kaden immediately glanced at the rank plaque on the officer's chest as an Admiral. The cadets including Kaden stiffened as the Admiral spoke, "At ease, Cadets...I am Admiral Siev Edarren, your commanding officer. This," he gestured to the captain, "Captain Boltan Jarrie, second in command." Captain Jarrie glanced at his superior from under his officer's cap before looking at the cadets. "Welcome aboard the Praetor. We're honored to conscript you pilots into our starfighter wing, and we're especially honored to have you flying as our Interceptor escort in the months ahead. You've all gotten a copy of the upcoming assignment on your datapads as well as your living quarters, duty roster, and assigned ships. All the basic information for life aboard this vessel." Jarrie said. The Captain had a snotty core world accent that didn't sit well with Kaden, and he seemed the type of boring, by the books type of CO. There was something more proud and interesting about Admiral Edarren though, someone with experience. If he ever got the chance, Kaden wanted to ask Edarren if he remembered the Clone Wars, and if he participated. He looked old enough, dark hair with ashen sideburns.
"You'll all have two days to get settled," Captain Jarrie continued, "by then we'll have arrived at the starting point of our assignment. Let's move it out, the clock begins now."
Again, the cadets snapped to attention, fetching their bags before marching out of the hanger and into the confines of the Star Destroyer.