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The Training Camp
Chapter Twenty Eight
Tor Varga
He watched as Bastion filled the view screen thinking back on how quickly they’d been rushed away once his Master had shown up with the Jedi. His master had come in his private ship and been immediately ordered to transport them all back to Bastion. He knew the Jedi had wanted them to stay and answer questions but the Empire had insisted. He thought about the strange way everyone was acting around him. He wondered if it was because he’d accepted Rath Sho’s shocking statement that he wasn’t going back to the Empire.
He knew that he and his master would probably get in trouble for accepting his resignation as a royal and a ranking academy master but something in the way Tasha Baldour had been staring at him as Rath asked had convinced him he had to accept it. His master had been even more taken aback but after he accepted it his master had followed his lead. “When we land your masters will be waiting,” Master Kalar said speaking up. “They will escort you to debriefing rooms.” His master looked over at him. “Tor your to come with me to see Master Artis.” He wondered how badly they were going to be yelled at by his Uncle for what he did for Rath.
He noticed that most of the others were looking away as if they were dreading what was coming. He had no idea why they were so nervous they had done nothing wrong. He was about to break down and ask them when they landed and the ramp extended. He saw the various Masters waiting there but in additiont to the med techs for the injured he expected he saw a full squad of Storm Troopers. He forgot all about asking the others what was wrong as he took in the strange sight.
“Let’s go Tor,” his master said sounding suddenly wary. He began to understand why his master was so wary when they were stopped on the way to his Uncle’s office and ordered to leave their light sabers behind. He thought for a second his master was gong to object but then he handed his over with a dark frown. “Can you tell me the reason for these orders?” His master asked as he reluctantly handed over his saber. He did the same just as reluctantly.
“No sir,” the storm trooper who took their lightsabers said. He felt a bit better once they were escorted into his Uncle’s office and saw one of the Moffs and two Storm Troopers there as well. He knew from experience the Moffs were sometimes willing to throw their weight around on the stupidest matters so taking their sabers was probably his doing.
“I’m so glad you survived the Hapan Attack Prince Tor,” The Moff said after the Storm Trooper who showed them in said and extended his hand. He found himself just staring at the man in shock.
“It was a Hapan attack?” He asked as something didn’t feel right about that statement. “They were behind Master Codi’s betrayal?” He couldn’t believe it not with how determined Master Codi had been to keep the Hapan Jedi away that it was them.
“Master Zholl Codi was no traitor he was killed by the Hapan scum who attacked you all the Jedi are just lying because the Galactic Alliance asked them too.” He was absolutely floored by that statement. “After all if Zholl Codi was a traitor then the incident his emergency transmission to the Emperor provoked would lead to repercussions for the Empire.” The moff looked right at him. “So for the good of the Empire you and everyone else from that training camp will officially state that Hapes was behind the attack.”
“What incident,” His master said speaking up and looking past the Moff toward his Uncle. He had always thought his Uncle looked severe when he was stressed out but now he looked as if he’d been carved from stone. “Galen, what incident?”
“My father confronted the Hapan Queen Mother and things got violent.” His uncle said tiredly. “The result is the Queen mother is dead and we will probably be at War with Hapes in the coming weeks.” His uncle looked away, “if it comes out the Emperor acted in haste the Galaxy Alliance will demand reperations be made to Hapes and the Empire can’t afford anything too severe.”
“But we can affort a war,” He found himself saying angrily. “You can forget it I won’t be party to this and I’ll tell everyone.” He saw the moff frown and motion to the Storm Troopers who began to head for him.
“Tor run,” His master said moving quickly to send the two troopers flying backwards with a wave of his hand. “Get a communications monitor broadcast..” His Master collapsed as he was hit with a stun shot from a gun held by his uncle.
“Sit down Tor don’t make me stun you too,” His uncle said tiredly. “This is for the good of the Empire and you need to respect that it is the Emperor’s command that you go along with this.” He found himself remembering Master Nextor’s statement about which method he would choose.
“I still refuse,” He said after a moment. “Do what you have to but I won’t be party to this lie.” He was then hit with a stinging blue light and everything went dark. He opened his eyes some time later in a blank white room restrained in a bed.
“Hello Tor,” His uncle said as he entered the room. “I thought I’d give you one final chance to change your mind.” He could see his Uncle’s frown. “Otherwise you’ll have to stay here in the Asylum for a while to sell the official statement that you were mentally unbalanced after the Hapan attack.” He had to admit it was a good way to make sure no one would believe him. “I thought you might reconsider when I tell you that all the other survivors agreed readily to say it was Hapes for the good of the Empire.” He couldn’t help but be disappointed in them. He wasn’t surprised by Silas Quest and Nick Berus but he would have thought some of the others would object.
“Where is Master Kalar?” He asked feeling a sense of dread. He couldn’t sense anything he realized quickly which meant they had taken precautions to keep him here. “Or have you had him killed to maintain the lie?”
“Delmon is a friend and I hope I can convince him to do his duty,” Galen said sadly. “Otherwise he might be imprisoned as a traitor until the war is over with or worse.” He couldn’t believe his Uncle was casually implying killing his master. “There is one more thing you should consider before you reject our offer again if you do then your field dismissal for Rath Sho will be accepted and he’s free to go.” He looked grim then. “If your mentally unbalanced then I’m afraid he’ll have to be considered a deserter and we will demand his return from the Jedi and he will be executed.” His Uncle smiled then, “Imperial Knight Quest seems to think that would upset you greatly.”
He couldn’t believe his Uncle’s words. “So that cowardly slime Silas is a full Knight now?” He asked and when his uncle nodded it made things easier. “Go ahead and try to get Rath back you won’t the Jedi won’t send him back and even if they would I still won’t help you.”
“I see disappointing but not really a surprise,” His uncle said darkly. “I always did think you were a bit too like your father and not the rest of us despite the good royal act.” His uncle said darkly. “You’ll be here until we can arrange a more suitable detention facility for a royal.” Galen Artis then turned and as he was leaving said darkly .”What a dismal final training camp there won’t be another after this too many Jedi ideals infecting impressionable idiots.”
He was left alone wondering what would happen now and hoping that the Jedi would expose his grand father’s lie and prevent a war.
The End of The Training Camp
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The Training Camp
Chapter Twenty Eight
Tor Varga
He watched as Bastion filled the view screen thinking back on how quickly they’d been rushed away once his Master had shown up with the Jedi. His master had come in his private ship and been immediately ordered to transport them all back to Bastion. He knew the Jedi had wanted them to stay and answer questions but the Empire had insisted. He thought about the strange way everyone was acting around him. He wondered if it was because he’d accepted Rath Sho’s shocking statement that he wasn’t going back to the Empire.
He knew that he and his master would probably get in trouble for accepting his resignation as a royal and a ranking academy master but something in the way Tasha Baldour had been staring at him as Rath asked had convinced him he had to accept it. His master had been even more taken aback but after he accepted it his master had followed his lead. “When we land your masters will be waiting,” Master Kalar said speaking up. “They will escort you to debriefing rooms.” His master looked over at him. “Tor your to come with me to see Master Artis.” He wondered how badly they were going to be yelled at by his Uncle for what he did for Rath.
He noticed that most of the others were looking away as if they were dreading what was coming. He had no idea why they were so nervous they had done nothing wrong. He was about to break down and ask them when they landed and the ramp extended. He saw the various Masters waiting there but in additiont to the med techs for the injured he expected he saw a full squad of Storm Troopers. He forgot all about asking the others what was wrong as he took in the strange sight.
“Let’s go Tor,” his master said sounding suddenly wary. He began to understand why his master was so wary when they were stopped on the way to his Uncle’s office and ordered to leave their light sabers behind. He thought for a second his master was gong to object but then he handed his over with a dark frown. “Can you tell me the reason for these orders?” His master asked as he reluctantly handed over his saber. He did the same just as reluctantly.
“No sir,” the storm trooper who took their lightsabers said. He felt a bit better once they were escorted into his Uncle’s office and saw one of the Moffs and two Storm Troopers there as well. He knew from experience the Moffs were sometimes willing to throw their weight around on the stupidest matters so taking their sabers was probably his doing.
“I’m so glad you survived the Hapan Attack Prince Tor,” The Moff said after the Storm Trooper who showed them in said and extended his hand. He found himself just staring at the man in shock.
“It was a Hapan attack?” He asked as something didn’t feel right about that statement. “They were behind Master Codi’s betrayal?” He couldn’t believe it not with how determined Master Codi had been to keep the Hapan Jedi away that it was them.
“Master Zholl Codi was no traitor he was killed by the Hapan scum who attacked you all the Jedi are just lying because the Galactic Alliance asked them too.” He was absolutely floored by that statement. “After all if Zholl Codi was a traitor then the incident his emergency transmission to the Emperor provoked would lead to repercussions for the Empire.” The moff looked right at him. “So for the good of the Empire you and everyone else from that training camp will officially state that Hapes was behind the attack.”
“What incident,” His master said speaking up and looking past the Moff toward his Uncle. He had always thought his Uncle looked severe when he was stressed out but now he looked as if he’d been carved from stone. “Galen, what incident?”
“My father confronted the Hapan Queen Mother and things got violent.” His uncle said tiredly. “The result is the Queen mother is dead and we will probably be at War with Hapes in the coming weeks.” His uncle looked away, “if it comes out the Emperor acted in haste the Galaxy Alliance will demand reperations be made to Hapes and the Empire can’t afford anything too severe.”
“But we can affort a war,” He found himself saying angrily. “You can forget it I won’t be party to this and I’ll tell everyone.” He saw the moff frown and motion to the Storm Troopers who began to head for him.
“Tor run,” His master said moving quickly to send the two troopers flying backwards with a wave of his hand. “Get a communications monitor broadcast..” His Master collapsed as he was hit with a stun shot from a gun held by his uncle.
“Sit down Tor don’t make me stun you too,” His uncle said tiredly. “This is for the good of the Empire and you need to respect that it is the Emperor’s command that you go along with this.” He found himself remembering Master Nextor’s statement about which method he would choose.
“I still refuse,” He said after a moment. “Do what you have to but I won’t be party to this lie.” He was then hit with a stinging blue light and everything went dark. He opened his eyes some time later in a blank white room restrained in a bed.
“Hello Tor,” His uncle said as he entered the room. “I thought I’d give you one final chance to change your mind.” He could see his Uncle’s frown. “Otherwise you’ll have to stay here in the Asylum for a while to sell the official statement that you were mentally unbalanced after the Hapan attack.” He had to admit it was a good way to make sure no one would believe him. “I thought you might reconsider when I tell you that all the other survivors agreed readily to say it was Hapes for the good of the Empire.” He couldn’t help but be disappointed in them. He wasn’t surprised by Silas Quest and Nick Berus but he would have thought some of the others would object.
“Where is Master Kalar?” He asked feeling a sense of dread. He couldn’t sense anything he realized quickly which meant they had taken precautions to keep him here. “Or have you had him killed to maintain the lie?”
“Delmon is a friend and I hope I can convince him to do his duty,” Galen said sadly. “Otherwise he might be imprisoned as a traitor until the war is over with or worse.” He couldn’t believe his Uncle was casually implying killing his master. “There is one more thing you should consider before you reject our offer again if you do then your field dismissal for Rath Sho will be accepted and he’s free to go.” He looked grim then. “If your mentally unbalanced then I’m afraid he’ll have to be considered a deserter and we will demand his return from the Jedi and he will be executed.” His Uncle smiled then, “Imperial Knight Quest seems to think that would upset you greatly.”
He couldn’t believe his Uncle’s words. “So that cowardly slime Silas is a full Knight now?” He asked and when his uncle nodded it made things easier. “Go ahead and try to get Rath back you won’t the Jedi won’t send him back and even if they would I still won’t help you.”
“I see disappointing but not really a surprise,” His uncle said darkly. “I always did think you were a bit too like your father and not the rest of us despite the good royal act.” His uncle said darkly. “You’ll be here until we can arrange a more suitable detention facility for a royal.” Galen Artis then turned and as he was leaving said darkly .”What a dismal final training camp there won’t be another after this too many Jedi ideals infecting impressionable idiots.”
He was left alone wondering what would happen now and hoping that the Jedi would expose his grand father’s lie and prevent a war.
The End of The Training Camp
REVIEW HERE
