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"As a people, it is our duty protect the galactic society from the plague that is the Galactic Alliance. No matter the cost. "
Golgin Ro'Jir
Servant of the Empire
Golgin Ro'Jir
Servant of the Empire
Name: Golgin Ro'Jir
Age: 47
Species: Kel Dor
Homeworld: Dorin
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: High Marshall (commander of Storm Trooper Corps)
Known Affiliations: Galactic Alliance
Force Sensitive: Yes. Minor force affinity. Can sense it's use and can use it for minor applications such as force speed and jump.
History:
Breaking the Chains
Another page turned. And then another. It was just another day of page turning, of philosophy, of inaction. Any variation he had were the words on the page… which only changed sometimes. He longed for a life of action – of purpose. But, his destiny seemed to be set in stone. His father was a Baran Do Sage, as was his father’s father. There was no change – just a solitary, boring life of philosophy and taking notes, as well as keeping history. Golgin appreciated the knowledge, but knew there was no use for holding it or believing in the principles he held if he could not act upon them. Inside, Golgin despised the Baran Do society – they wasted their times inside temples theorizing about the galaxy and its ways of life, but were too horribly ignorant to realize that a true understanding could not come without exposure to the galaxy itself – taking in its cultures and sights, and acting upon things which needed to be acted upon. At the age of thirteen, after spending his entire life inside the temple, Golgin became completely fed up with his surroundings – the repeated reading of the same philosophy, the same ignorance and general disregard for reality. He needed a change.
Golgin left the temple two days after his thirteenth birthday, and for the first time he stepped out into Dor’shan, the capital city of Dorin. He needed to get off the planet. After stealing a mask so he could breathe on planets other than his own, he headed to the largest dome he could see – the Dor’shan spaceport. His first steps into the port were like experiencing an entirely different life – he saw peoples of all different species and backgrounds, life, noise, bright colors, movement, and action. Looking back to how the temple was, it was at the entirely opposite end of the spectrum. Golgin needed to get his mind past the sights, however – the sooner he got off Dorin, the better. It was not long before he found a random storage container to hide in. Somehow or another, the container ended up in a warehouse on Coruscant.
The slums became his new home. He loved the chaos in the dark, Coruscant streets – perhaps because it was so different than what he came to loathe, or perhaps it was because his mind could keep track of it. Or maybe it was that with his mental ability he could easily take advantage of people. Whatever the reason, he had found a new home. Soon enough, the local crime lord sought him out. Golgin was a diamond in the rough. A mastermind among the peons of peasants. The two became partners, or at least Golgin thought of it that way. He worked in a factory of sorts, inspecting weapons, taking them apart, and educating himself in their operation. He was soon tasked with designing unique load outs for the crime syndicate. For the most part Golgin was satisfied – he was actually applying knowledge to something. But then, he realized he was just like the Baran Do Sages but in a different environment. Yes, he was building and designing weapons, but he himself was not seeing any real world action. Instead of being trapped in a temple, he was caged in a factory, blind to the outside world. He was still shackled to the ever-rampant ignorance of the galaxy.
At sixteen years old, Golgin fled the slums and enrolled in the Galactic Alliance’s young officer training program. It sent him to Coruscant’s finest university for four years during the night while he trained in many genres of combat during the day. A course during Golgin’s final year at the university would change his life. The course was a military one, called survival of the fittest. While one could confuse this with classes concerning the biological and natural theories of the same name, this applied similar theories to the battlefield, life, and the Alliance military. What this did was remind the Kel Dor of his past with the Baran Do Sages – the reason he left Dorin and the Baran Do society. Weak people were ignorant. And they ultimately formed the foundations for bringing a once great society down to the lowly depths of a pitiful, weak society, impairing the society’s ability to survive; much like the situation of the Baran Do sages. The value and consequences of this lesson would not manifest for almost another year.
It was a year after graduation. Captain Golgin Ro’Jir was leading a five man squad of special operations soldiers to rescue a Senator and his family who were being held hostage by two bounty hunters in a penthouse near the Senate building on Coruscant. Golgin planned a flawless strategy, and the penthouse was breeched and secured in a matter of seconds. The bounty hunters were killed and the family was saved. When the squad departed back to base, Golgin stayed behind to interview the hostage victims for documentation purposes. During the interview, he could not help but thinking how weak the Senator and his family were. How they let themselves get taken hostage – how weak they were for letting it happen. And, most importantly, what a scourge these weaklings were upon the Republic. How could such a weak imbecile be in power? How could Republic society possibly be adequate if rot like this was able to rule over others and live within its society?. He decided he would do the Republic a favor. He took out his blaster, and killed everyone in the penthouse – the Senator and his entire family. He returned to base. It was a day or two before people began asking questions. But, his unit was loyal – Golgin was able to convince them that his philosophies and actions were for the good of the Republic. Mission reports could be altered and the greater mission could be continued.
The squad was actually able to operate for three more years. Senators, business owners, families, students, soldiers – all people who Golgin deemed so weak that they would desecrate the Republic – were all murdered. Slowly, people became more and more suspicious. The government was ordering internal investigations and asking questions – was it an inside or outside hit squad? The military ordered more protection for people of interest, and a fast response team to respond to these killings and threats. By fortune or misfortune, Golgin’s squad was assigned to be that fast response team. Everything was going well – Golgin knew the Republic was improving. But, Golgin eventually pushed the line too far… Jedi were determined weak. The squad killed a fledgling Jedi knight in broad day light blocks away from the Jedi temple, and it brought the biggest reaction to a killing yet. News reporters, military personnel, and Jedi investigators were all being called to the scene. Members of Golgin’s unit, including Golgin himself, were being investigated. There were suspicions about an Empire agent present in the group.
For some reason, this time the word Empire made Golgin have an epiphany. If the Republic was accusing the killers of all of these weak people as agents for the Empire, then the Empire must hate the same people Golgin does – weaklings who scourge the galactic society. Avoiding prosecution, Golgin took one of his issued military transports and fled to Bastion, leaving his men behind. After all, they were weak too – subjecting themselves to a philosophy other than their own. They were just blind men following the orders and suggestions of a superior without any secondary thought.
On Bastion, Golgin enlisted in the ranks of the Imperial military. In the Empire and on Bastion, he found society with beliefs similar to his. This was a society where he was home, where he could act upon his beliefs, and where he could be at ease. His chains were broken.
Yay or Nay
The Imperial government and military knew of Golgin’s past. It was not long before he was removed from traditional military service. For a year straight, Golgin was confined to a compound hidden amongst the slums of Bastion. He underwent many tests. Psychological examinations, stress tests which were not even seen in horror films, and interviews, all to prepare him for the future, and to uncover his past with the Galactic Alliance. The Empire had access to his dossier with the Republic, which now listed a dishonorable discharge. It then began to circulate around the desks of various commanders in the central command building. Golgin was placed into the Storm Trooper Corps, where he would serve in a squad which had no name, with people who had no names. Only numbers. Technically, they did not exist.
Under the direction of the High Marshall of the Storm Trooper Corps at the time, Jade Greevo, a nasty old man, the unit began to take out certain trouble makers in Imperial Space. Moffs simply vanished – their replacements showed up the next day in their stead. Politicians trying to strike deals with the Republic, indecisive generals, and noncompliant CEOs all fell victim to this unit. Golgin actually felt like he had purpose – his work actually had meaning, unlike it did with the Galactic Alliance. After enough missions, the unit was disbanded and the members dissolved into separate Storm Trooper Corps legions. Golgin was assigned to the royal guard. Although he rarely saw the emperor, Golgin felt his eyes upon him – he knew that every time he was near by the Emperor would inspect him, and his colleagues with the force. The emperor did not anyone. Golgin was put on surveillance duty – he monitored the grounds outside of the palace for suspicious activity, and then relayed the coordinates to a squad from the 501st so the problem could be taken care of. Golgin grew rather bored of his new post. It was not nearly exciting as killing people or commanding, but at least it wasn’t with the Republic.
Out of the blue one night, Golgin was summoned to the chambers of the Dark Lord. The Emperor secretly appointed him to the Emperor’s Hand, a secret group under the direct command of the Emperor to secretly monitor and take care of the Empire. Still at his post in the royal guard, the Emperor took a more personal interest in Golgin that he did with the other Stormtroopers. He gave him room to study the technologies of the Sith so that he could work with engineers to improve them. This was a great moral boost to Golgin – he enjoyed technologies, especially evaluating him. But, perhaps the Emperor just did it to make Golgin more complacent with his new duties. Golgin was given the task of selecting military personnel who were not worthy of their appointments, as well as analyzing new Storm Trooper Corps recruits. Soon enough, instead of killing, Golgin was directing killings, but it was all the same – exhilarating. Those deemed unworthy were killed off, and more able-bodied replacements were found. The Sith could not rely on the weak to complete their goals – everyone, especially those in the military command structures, had to be fit to command. Many were not.
Golgin then began to implement the year-regimen of interviews, psychological examinations, and stress tests which he had to undergo to enter his classified unit as a requirement to be selected for the royal guard, under the direction of the Emperor, of course. Golgin would conduct the tests himself, and anyone who failed the test was either killed at the end or donated for military experimentation. Those who were wise enough to ask to leave the testing process were allowed to return to their posts… sometimes. Under Golgin’s direction, the royal guard became more of a complete military unit than a completely defensive unit. However, the Emperor’s (Darth Judicar’s) untimely death brought an end to Golgin’s stay with the Royal guard. The new emperor appointed Golgin as the High Marshall, placing the veteran Kel Dor in charge of the Storm Trooper Corps, making Golgin one of the highest ranking officials in the Empire. In his new position, Golgin began to implement new policies to revolutionize the might of the mighty stormtroopers.
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