The Academy [Victoria | Static Thread]

[Fiolette Fortan]

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VICTORIA, DOSUUN - ACADEMY​

Two weeks of mandatory summer vacation are over, and all the cadets start filing back in. First years are getting their rude awakening into what it means to be an officer in the First Imperial Military. Second years are getting the "cruise" where their studies from year one are going to be met with the cold hand of reality. Third years brace for impact as their rigorous schedules leave no room for a life. Fourth years, soon to be Officers - face their most vicious year yet. There are no repeats, there is no try do or don't - those who can't make it quit or go home. Those who survive, who succeed and accept the adversity before them, go on to become the officers this military needs. ​

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OOC Note: This is a static thread for First Order members, new and old. Feel free to create a new NPC/PC who attends as a student, or maybe they're returning as an instructor. Want to learn about fleeting, ground combat or even dogfighting then send your officer here. Maybe you need a refresher in stellar cartography, weapons systems or hypermatter reactor chambers then this is the place for you. The Academy serves all branches of the First Order military if you are an enlisted member then your training will still be at Victoria just not at the Academy.​

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[Galvin D'jek]

Galvin was starting his fourth year here. Year 1 had been a nightmare, but he cared too much for the good of the people to let them down and quit his training. The years had been hard and long, but he'd developed into a capable young man far more confident and capable than he had been at 18.

Getting back to the Academy was a common routine at this point, so it didn't take him long to get situated back in his barrakcs. Soon, he was marching to a spot ordered by higher ups; reporting to the beginning of the end of his time at the Academy.

He had no clue where or what he'd be doing in his fourth year of scout specialisation training. Whatever it was, it had to be easy compared to what he'd been put through these past three years...right?

 

[Hansen]

Joan Lunor
Victoria Military Academy

The black uniform wearing officer exhales sharply and thumbs nervously at the crimson armband sitting above the elbow of a broken arm caught in a cast held high in a sling across torso, a silver soot colored lanyard is tucked into right breast pocket from right epaulette, just above the left breast pocket is a nametag that reads 'Lunor' in silver embroidery, finally she had received legal approve to use the name she'd so long desired to be recognized. Square rank tabs flanking the peak button on the collar and shoulder-board sheathed epaulets on shoulders identify FN-888 as a Captain within the Army and the unit insignia on the right as a Stormtrooper more specifically one who is a member of a distinguished mechanized infantry unit. Joan's breast carries a number of medals upon it: Kaeshana service medal, Rutan service medal, Iron Sun Second Class. It went without a word that FN-888's youth belied her inexperience in combat if the outwardly broken arm wasn't enough. Joan had been scheduled to provide a lecture on leadership on and off of the battlefield and the correct handling of prisoners of war for first year cadets, silently believing the latter was due to her rather hasty execution of a Firemane contractor on Kaeshana. Ocean coloured eyes blink and then flinch turning away from the lectern uncertain if this was supposed to be some veiled praise of criticism.

[member="Galvin D'jek"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]