ROLL CALL [FO Stormtrooper Legions]

[Ricochet]

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DOSUUN
ZENITH STORMTROOPER ACADEMY

Escorted by flanking red guard interceptors, a lambda class shuttle descends into the temperate climate of the Imperial capital of the First Order. Dipping beneath sun kissed clouds and across the newly established Imperial sprawl of cities and military outposts, the shuttle flies over a large towering structure surrounded by barracks and a wide Imperial courtyard. This was the Zenith Academy and Base, the military center of the First Order Stormtrooper Legions. Rested inside the steel confines of the shuttle was one of the architects of the base, along with the 501st White Wolves, who since her departure had been relegate to world defence positions and spread out to lead other parts of the stormtrooper legions.

But, since her recall from more administrative military procedures, Major Synthia Grimstar, also known as Ricochet or the Wolf of the 501st, she intended to rejuvenate the infamous legion and reform it for front line combat duty once more. She would meet with the miltary's main heads, [member="Ludolf Vaas"], and see to it that she may once again join her wolf brothers on the front.

As the shuttle landed and its departure ramp slid down to touch the steel platform of a side landing pad, Major Ricochet left her seat and flanked by military attendants dressed in grim First Order grey tunics the delegation disembarked. Ricochet's black tunic was covered by a wide collar black leather trench coat with the a red arm band bearing the crest of the First Order and beneath it that of the White Wolves. Her black boots slammed echoes as her heel meet steel floor.

Her cybernetic red eye gleamed while her lips held a professional dead line. Marching to a repulsorlift chamber she entered and one of her attendants punched a button code that would take her to the academy's Great Hall, where she would meet General Vaas and other First Order members, along with a display of new recruits for the White Wolf Legion.

The doors slid open and out marched Major Ricochet. Seeing the General and the delegation of First Order Military higher ups aligned in conversation, she marched right into the center, always a brutish figure when it came to entrances. She stopped a few steps ahead and saluted. "Hail to the First!" Ricochet exclaimed ending her salute, and awaited to be addressed by her superiors.

[member="ZA-279"]

 

[FN-2446]

He remembered it all, the invasions, the First Order announcements aboard the stage, his own training even. It all took place through his life, well, that was how the First Order was. You were brought in as a child, and trained to be the 'perfect' soldier.... It does indeed seem strange to those who do not support or are not apart of the First Order, but it is very normal to those who are. It was like the life of a fly to the average First Order trooper, well those who were conscripted, they were trained for years, and then put into combat to die. Oh well, he hadn't died yet, right? He actually served the White Wolves loyally until an explosion took off his leg and he was sent to Rehabilitation. Trip wire mines, we all hated them when we got the chance to encounter one, and set it off. Some days while he was in rehab, he wish he had died. Standing among those in the room where [member="Ricochet"] was to make her return, these thoughts bounced through his head.

He had received a service award from the leader that commanded him after his Major had been assigned to administrative duties within the military, but it all seemed the same. He didnt hate or like the Squad Leader that replaced his Major, but he had to appreciate it in some way, or he wouldn't be able to cope with being in the 501st White Wolves anymore, or he'd apply for reassignment to another company. He wasn't able to appear in his dress uniform like all others in the room, because he didnt have permission to, nor did he request the permission to.

Just as he was about to zone out of focus, his Major had made a glorious entrance with a crisp salute at the end. He'd thought that his Commander had lost her military experience, but it seemed as so she didn't. He was glad to see her, and saluted her right back.

 

[Ricochet]

[member="FN-2446"]

Spotting a line of troopers in full armored gear and bearing the crest of the Wolf, Ricochet smiled and nodded to them. So she had some old war dogs left then?

Marching up to one she had recognised she stopped mid march her heels smacking the floor. She waved him at ease. Finishing her salute she looked at the ID code emblazoned on his armour. She inspected him. Her red robotic eye beaming crimson. Her black gloved hand reached for his shoulder and her cybernetic arm gripped his shoulder plate.

"I remember you." she growled. "So I still have some old wolves left huh."