Private Hatchling

[Djorn Bline]

Er’Kit
Several years ago

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Many parsecs from home he was. Aboard a shuttle full of Imperial youth that had committed troublesome actions in their groups, actions that received the frown of their parents and educators. One made a fool out of their educator, another one vandalized property with a can of spray paint, the kid in the back always started fights. Didn't matter what they had done, they were all going to be taught a lesson. At first they all thought physical discipline. The kind one received at home, for being a disappointment to their parents in what they had done. They could, but that would only encourage them in some way. They wouldn't dare to probe them or "discipline" them psychologically, what good would that be in breaking the next generation of Imperials?

How to solve this issue?

Give them a fright. Give them something that’ll be imprinted in the back of their heads, for them to remember.

So why was Djorn in this bunch of misfits? He simply harbored ideas of his own, expressed his own individuality which was extreme, and spoke out against Imperial ideals. He asked questions and was questioned what he was told. Even suggesting that the idea of a democracy, a system elected by the people, could prove its merit. Poisonous words that can influence the minds of others and can cause seeds of disorder.

Rebellious traits. Something that deeply concerned others. Intelligent he proved to be, and useful he could be; but not with those traits he carried.

“Attention!” what seemed to be an Imperial military officer yelled for the attention of the Stormtroopers and the Imperial youth in this shuttle. There was a platoon or two of Stormtroopers and armed to the teeth. A detail Djorn picked up by himself while the other adolescents were horsing around. Even with the officer they still screwed around, small whispers and giggles could be heard. Something that irritated the officer, but made no move to correct it. Instead he only smirked.

“We are arriving at the world of Er’Kit, it’s a desert world that does not share the same level of comfort and atmosphere that Bastion has. We will be staying at a camp for three to five days, and I recommend you all be on your best behavior,” which was completely disregarded by most of the youth on board. There was about twenty of the youth here.

“Any questions?”

A hand raised up; Djorn’s.

“Yes, mister Bline?”

“What’s on Er’Kit? How’s the culture and way of life?”

“Nothing, nothing of importance, but I’ll let you find out soon enough.”

Something was going on, his guts knew it. This was some sort of plot...they weren’t going to be killed, right? No, why would they do that? There was laws to protect them, but what the hell did an adolescent of twelve years old know about the law? He was far away from home, away from the comfort of his parents who also agreed to send him on this trip.

For now he’d have to place his faith in the Stormtroopers and officers monitoring this event.

 

[Djorn Bline]

H A T C H L I N G
ER'KIT
ROUGHLY TWO DECADES AGO
T U R N I N G _ I N T O _ Y O U

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Suddenly...

BANG

BOOM
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The ship rocked violently, shaking the passengers and crew inside its halls. The youth seated screamed from the sudden panic, eyes widen and their hands went to grip on something. What use was all that for? Nothing, they did it to "secure" themselves. Holding on to dear life, metaphorically and literally. They had never been in a situation like this before. Their whole lives was nothing but the luxuries of comfort and security. They were confined to this vessel, praying they wouldn't be blasted out into the cold vacuum of space.

Hell even someone started tearing up, the shit scared out of them.

"SILENCE, CALM YOURSELF!"​

The Imperial officer roared from the top of his lungs to get the attention of the Imperial Youths, he and his men the most calm out of this situation. There was still the sound of blaster cannons shaking the shuttle, the pilot maneuvering to shake off the pursuers.

"We are being pursued by pirates it seems," the officer announced to the passengers of youths, the information not being processed well by some of the youth. "Remain seated, you will help us more in that way," weightless words to try and ease the youth from their panicking. It worked for some, all rationality was thrown away by others and consumed by empirical thoughts. What else to expect from adolescents?

To make matters worse...

CRASH
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The shuttle was struck by the glance of a cannon from the fighter, thus causing it to descend down to the atmosphere of Er'Kit.

Shit, fuck