Dai
Jun 25th, 2011, 02:08:55 PM
2 Years and 1 months A.E
IMPERIAL CENTER, Coruscant – Some 600 young recruit, officers and from 68 sectors met at the University of Coruscant last week with a grandiose goal: to establish “a comprehensive program for radical SAGEducation (SAGEd) reform.” Composed mainly of COMPNOR activist, old and new, the “New Education Conference” was infected with what one of its organizers called “the rampant disease of individualism.” Nevertheless, the individualist agreed enough to set up committees to open a galactic office and start drastic movements toward the new academies in the Auril & Esstran Sector.
The conference was the last example of cascading cry within COMPNOR that big universities have lost their critical function, expansion of Government, business and military research. The dissidents are especially concerned that values inherent in the humanities are not being applied to real-life problems. A university agrees University of Coruscant Sociologist Jarrod Gus, one of the conference organizers, must not be “just a service station for the establishment, but a place where the people can work for the disposed, the poor, and those out of power.”
Voo Juń Scholarship. A basic manifesto for the movement is a collection of essays, coined by the Corellian hero and former actor Dai Voo Juń, edited by Historian Odin Rosh of Corellia University at Theed University. In the lead essay, Rosh contend that SAGroup members, cultivated by the COMPNOR’s rising affluence and grants, can let their research and teaching lead them into ideals of society. They gain professional esteem from lively teaching, finding joy in pursuing a social cause, maintaining loyalty to the New Order in spite of the tumultuous times. Their aim is not to score points within departments, but to give where needed. “Professional politicking and scholarly publication are all that academic success requires,” claims Rosh.
Rosh notes that reporters rarely found anything newsworthy at previous university conferences of such groups as they would with the Commission for Preservation of the New Order’s organizers. The meetings, he says, have “no more socially significant purposes in mind than an assembly of plumbers or hotel managers.” Today’s academic, he notes, take a “strange kind of pride in recognizing a problem, but not solving it.”
The solution concluded by the conference was Dai Voo Juń. His recently awarded acts of heroism in the name of COMPNOR and the New Order have garnered the attention needed for change. As one of the many young recruits at the conference, he confirmed his date for shipment to the new institutes, “I’m no different than anyone else here. I’ll be a student. I’ll learn. We all agree on at least one thing. Large leaps of faith are the only way we can get over the hump of these times, and this is a particularly grand, unique, and cool leap of faith.”
Unique is very much the key word. Objectives for the new academies are to develop the promise the former actor has shown as an officer in fields that exceed physical demand. The institutes pledge to provide great minds throughout the known and unknown space, with exceptional programs that venture in science and technology. Thus far, the campaign suggests that traditional education have quite a bit to learn from the SAGEducation.
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3 Years AE
Tomorrow Comes Today
Every night for a month Dai watched acid melt the heavens. For hours he sat silently in front of a large window slumped in an armchair amid darkness. Outside the chamber doors guards whispered. He wanted to hear them. However, the drone of IHV gladly prevented that. He didn’t care to listen to that: Ashii Nermani was doing a piece on the Rebellion’s involvement in Outer Rim spice smuggling. Neutron Pixie was sprinkled along his bed. Some was on his lips. On the nightstand shined something metallic: his trophy. He could still see the gleam off to the side in the dark. He glanced over absently. Then, he looked back at the scenery, his mind on the trophy. No bloodstains. He had wiped them clean. All that remained was the weapon he’d use again and again. The singe of burnt flesh and spent cartridges still torched his nose. So with a heavy sigh smoke billowed from his mouth, the cigarra tucked between his fingers. Often the taste would warm his chest, but on this night he was too cold, too distant, and alone, with wet eyes that tried to recant the tragedy. They couldn’t. Those eyes of his twinkled with the horrid reflection of green, flaming drops from Vjun’s clouds, but he could still only see the trophy and how it had damned him to sleepless nights.
Olivia called the thing a lightsaber. He didn’t call it anything. The saber’s blade had ripped through flesh, blast doors and taken more lives than the original owner ever intended. Olivia said the original owner was a terrorist. She called the terrorist Obi-Wan or Ben Kenobi; Dai found the name interesting. He did some research. Public records classified him as a fugitive. Private records described him as a Clone War veteran; a fallen hero – a Jedi. Dai hadn’t killed one yet. But he was sure the assignment would come eventually. And so would the awards.
Since the Annual CorSec Awards Ball Dai was bestowed more treasures. Scripts sprawled over the bed. His comm. log was filled with famous names. When he wasn’t on stage, on set, or at the institutions, he was…working. Politicians were mysteriously passing away. Drug lords were tortured. Planetary rebellions were halted. Sector revolts were sabotaged. And all was his doing.
He was an agent; the perfect spy. Who would suspect a child actor? And much less an awarded, New Order patriot and figurehead of the Sub-Adult Group Recruitment branch. There wasn’t a chance in the seven rings of hell the two incidents could be related.
There were too many faces involved in hiding it.
COMPNOR commercials ran daily of him. Posters were plastered with his face. Holo-feeds ran with his sponsorship through Core worlds. Dai had reclaimed fame at the New Order’s design; a design which was a part of a larger strategy. As often was the case with the Empire. These plans weren’t fully divulged to any one person. Only chunks were left to the agents in the operation. Even Olivia hadn’t grasped the full scope of the project. The only certainty was Dai was staffed as the main role in the Project Harbinger.
A certainty Dai had come to live with.
He blinked. Slowly. Then let out a sigh with a single word under his breath.
“Frack…”
This was going to be another long day.
IMPERIAL CENTER, Coruscant – Some 600 young recruit, officers and from 68 sectors met at the University of Coruscant last week with a grandiose goal: to establish “a comprehensive program for radical SAGEducation (SAGEd) reform.” Composed mainly of COMPNOR activist, old and new, the “New Education Conference” was infected with what one of its organizers called “the rampant disease of individualism.” Nevertheless, the individualist agreed enough to set up committees to open a galactic office and start drastic movements toward the new academies in the Auril & Esstran Sector.
The conference was the last example of cascading cry within COMPNOR that big universities have lost their critical function, expansion of Government, business and military research. The dissidents are especially concerned that values inherent in the humanities are not being applied to real-life problems. A university agrees University of Coruscant Sociologist Jarrod Gus, one of the conference organizers, must not be “just a service station for the establishment, but a place where the people can work for the disposed, the poor, and those out of power.”
Voo Juń Scholarship. A basic manifesto for the movement is a collection of essays, coined by the Corellian hero and former actor Dai Voo Juń, edited by Historian Odin Rosh of Corellia University at Theed University. In the lead essay, Rosh contend that SAGroup members, cultivated by the COMPNOR’s rising affluence and grants, can let their research and teaching lead them into ideals of society. They gain professional esteem from lively teaching, finding joy in pursuing a social cause, maintaining loyalty to the New Order in spite of the tumultuous times. Their aim is not to score points within departments, but to give where needed. “Professional politicking and scholarly publication are all that academic success requires,” claims Rosh.
Rosh notes that reporters rarely found anything newsworthy at previous university conferences of such groups as they would with the Commission for Preservation of the New Order’s organizers. The meetings, he says, have “no more socially significant purposes in mind than an assembly of plumbers or hotel managers.” Today’s academic, he notes, take a “strange kind of pride in recognizing a problem, but not solving it.”
The solution concluded by the conference was Dai Voo Juń. His recently awarded acts of heroism in the name of COMPNOR and the New Order have garnered the attention needed for change. As one of the many young recruits at the conference, he confirmed his date for shipment to the new institutes, “I’m no different than anyone else here. I’ll be a student. I’ll learn. We all agree on at least one thing. Large leaps of faith are the only way we can get over the hump of these times, and this is a particularly grand, unique, and cool leap of faith.”
Unique is very much the key word. Objectives for the new academies are to develop the promise the former actor has shown as an officer in fields that exceed physical demand. The institutes pledge to provide great minds throughout the known and unknown space, with exceptional programs that venture in science and technology. Thus far, the campaign suggests that traditional education have quite a bit to learn from the SAGEducation.
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3 Years AE
Tomorrow Comes Today
Every night for a month Dai watched acid melt the heavens. For hours he sat silently in front of a large window slumped in an armchair amid darkness. Outside the chamber doors guards whispered. He wanted to hear them. However, the drone of IHV gladly prevented that. He didn’t care to listen to that: Ashii Nermani was doing a piece on the Rebellion’s involvement in Outer Rim spice smuggling. Neutron Pixie was sprinkled along his bed. Some was on his lips. On the nightstand shined something metallic: his trophy. He could still see the gleam off to the side in the dark. He glanced over absently. Then, he looked back at the scenery, his mind on the trophy. No bloodstains. He had wiped them clean. All that remained was the weapon he’d use again and again. The singe of burnt flesh and spent cartridges still torched his nose. So with a heavy sigh smoke billowed from his mouth, the cigarra tucked between his fingers. Often the taste would warm his chest, but on this night he was too cold, too distant, and alone, with wet eyes that tried to recant the tragedy. They couldn’t. Those eyes of his twinkled with the horrid reflection of green, flaming drops from Vjun’s clouds, but he could still only see the trophy and how it had damned him to sleepless nights.
Olivia called the thing a lightsaber. He didn’t call it anything. The saber’s blade had ripped through flesh, blast doors and taken more lives than the original owner ever intended. Olivia said the original owner was a terrorist. She called the terrorist Obi-Wan or Ben Kenobi; Dai found the name interesting. He did some research. Public records classified him as a fugitive. Private records described him as a Clone War veteran; a fallen hero – a Jedi. Dai hadn’t killed one yet. But he was sure the assignment would come eventually. And so would the awards.
Since the Annual CorSec Awards Ball Dai was bestowed more treasures. Scripts sprawled over the bed. His comm. log was filled with famous names. When he wasn’t on stage, on set, or at the institutions, he was…working. Politicians were mysteriously passing away. Drug lords were tortured. Planetary rebellions were halted. Sector revolts were sabotaged. And all was his doing.
He was an agent; the perfect spy. Who would suspect a child actor? And much less an awarded, New Order patriot and figurehead of the Sub-Adult Group Recruitment branch. There wasn’t a chance in the seven rings of hell the two incidents could be related.
There were too many faces involved in hiding it.
COMPNOR commercials ran daily of him. Posters were plastered with his face. Holo-feeds ran with his sponsorship through Core worlds. Dai had reclaimed fame at the New Order’s design; a design which was a part of a larger strategy. As often was the case with the Empire. These plans weren’t fully divulged to any one person. Only chunks were left to the agents in the operation. Even Olivia hadn’t grasped the full scope of the project. The only certainty was Dai was staffed as the main role in the Project Harbinger.
A certainty Dai had come to live with.
He blinked. Slowly. Then let out a sigh with a single word under his breath.
“Frack…”
This was going to be another long day.