Post by Sovereign on Apr 26, 2008 22:26:04 GMT
Gaius sat in his quarters. Though he had been demoted he still held the rank of an officer, and therefore his own quarters. He was thinking of what was to come in the near future. He was due for retirement from the Stormtrooper Corps in a week. He didnt know what to do. He could either leave what he had fought so long to protect, or he could sign on for another couple years of service. His CO had requested he reenlist, he said his combat experience and strategic expertise under pressure were unmatched. He also said that he had a way with the men, and that the 707th would not take his retirement well.
So, he sat in his quarters, pondering his seemingly impending decision. It seemed as though he had to make a choice soon, even though it was a week away. He began to think about what he had been through all these years with the Empire... All the times he had fought to protect what he loved, his home. Then came the politicians. Turning what was originally an excellent thought into something catastrophically terrible.
'Thats all they do...', he thought. 'Always thinking of themselves, not of the Empire as a whole, unless it is to keep their rule over it intact.'
His choice seemed clear to him now... He would even have the funds to begin his venture, since his squad was still on Mustafar. He had been communicating with them through encoded messages. They were still running the mining controls. He sent a message there that he would be coming soon, with his products from Mustafar. They were to await further orders.
The next part of his plan would involve the deaths of the 707th... at least it would seem that way. He still hadnt thought of how he would do it, but he knew it would be the only way to get the Empire to forget about them.
So, he sat in his quarters, pondering his seemingly impending decision. It seemed as though he had to make a choice soon, even though it was a week away. He began to think about what he had been through all these years with the Empire... All the times he had fought to protect what he loved, his home. Then came the politicians. Turning what was originally an excellent thought into something catastrophically terrible.
'Thats all they do...', he thought. 'Always thinking of themselves, not of the Empire as a whole, unless it is to keep their rule over it intact.'
His choice seemed clear to him now... He would even have the funds to begin his venture, since his squad was still on Mustafar. He had been communicating with them through encoded messages. They were still running the mining controls. He sent a message there that he would be coming soon, with his products from Mustafar. They were to await further orders.
The next part of his plan would involve the deaths of the 707th... at least it would seem that way. He still hadnt thought of how he would do it, but he knew it would be the only way to get the Empire to forget about them.
