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Thorm took his first glance at the Censor-class Patrol Cruiser; it was a true beauty, and he soon found imagining himself controlling that thing – for a moment, he felt empowered, like nothing could stop him. He felt like he was amongst the greatest, that no Sith or Jedi could stop him; that within an order, he would crush the enemies resistance and leave them scattered, running in fear. He leaned back in his chair, thinking about greatness, about power and about how much he wished a place for him in the history of the Empire Navy. He also found himself thinking about his ship, the thing that he had barely knew, but already loved so much. Yes Thorm did know that the Censor-class wasn’t nearly the best ship in the Empire’s fleet, but for him, a man that dreamed of that moment since he was a child, it was a dream coming true.
But that dream was soon crushed when the commander walked past him, a human. The man walked with a tone of superiority, a tone of superiority that remembred him of some instructors back at the Academy, the ones who said that he would never graduate, the “sickboy”, and for that single tone, Thorm already hated him. He thought to himself; “that man is probably unskilled and less of a leader than me, why I’m the one in the Starfighter and he is the one in the Frigate” – Thorm was filled with rage, and he was going on an eternal rant on his mind, criticizing ever single detail of the navy rank’s and the commander that slowly walked towards the ship, but then, he was interrupted by a man right next to him.
“What exactly are we going out for?” he said, in a calm voice.
"The dumbasses I have to work with.” Was Thorm’s thought, but he ended up taking a more friendly approach: “We’re hunting down a bunch of pirates that have been causing trouble to our trade routes.”
“Thanks dude.”
And the man proceeded to lean back on his chair. At that moment, Thorm’s mind was blowing in rage, he wished to kick the commander ass out of the bridge and man it, as it should be, he was irritated, but that did not impede him from his perspective personality, so, while the rant went on and on in his mind, he took a quick glance around, looking at the rest of the crew…
But that dream was soon crushed when the commander walked past him, a human. The man walked with a tone of superiority, a tone of superiority that remembred him of some instructors back at the Academy, the ones who said that he would never graduate, the “sickboy”, and for that single tone, Thorm already hated him. He thought to himself; “that man is probably unskilled and less of a leader than me, why I’m the one in the Starfighter and he is the one in the Frigate” – Thorm was filled with rage, and he was going on an eternal rant on his mind, criticizing ever single detail of the navy rank’s and the commander that slowly walked towards the ship, but then, he was interrupted by a man right next to him.
“What exactly are we going out for?” he said, in a calm voice.
"The dumbasses I have to work with.” Was Thorm’s thought, but he ended up taking a more friendly approach: “We’re hunting down a bunch of pirates that have been causing trouble to our trade routes.”
“Thanks dude.”
And the man proceeded to lean back on his chair. At that moment, Thorm’s mind was blowing in rage, he wished to kick the commander ass out of the bridge and man it, as it should be, he was irritated, but that did not impede him from his perspective personality, so, while the rant went on and on in his mind, he took a quick glance around, looking at the rest of the crew…
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