Title: Shadows in Training
Genre: Action
Setting: Training Facility, Corellia
EXT. CORELLIAN TRAINING FACILITY - DAY
The sun is high, casting sharp shadows from the trees lining the state-of-the-art training grounds. Various groups of COMMANDOS and a lone JEDI train, a mixture of technology and the Force playing out in their routines. Among them, CONNEL VANAGOR, a confident and snarky Jedi Shadow, moves with purpose, his robe fluttering up until he sheds it as he weaves through the array of obstacles—a combination of agility and tactical maneuvers.
Nearby, a COMMANDING OFFICER stands overseeing the training, LT. BREN ALAZAR Code Name “Michael”, arms crossed, a hard look in his eyes. His dark uniform contrasts starkly against the bright environment, but beneath his stern demeanor lies a determination to push his team to their limits. The last mission his team was on was a disaster, and that cannot happen again. Even if they had to let a Jedi train with them.
INT. TRAINING FACILITY – COMMAND CENTER
The command center buzzes with activity as the candidates for the elite group known as OMEGA SQUAD prepares for their training session. Holo-screens display simulations, and strategy discussions echo through the high-tech space.
LT. ALAZAR
(turning to Omega Squad)
Today’s training isn’t just a drill. We face realities that require us to be at our best, physically and mentally. Understood?
The SQUAD nods, the atmosphere thick with tension and adrenaline. They had heard the rumors, but also knew the history of the group.
EXT. TRAINING COURSES - CONTINUOUS
As the squad sets up for their exercises, Connel approaches. His confidence radiates, and a sly smile crosses his face.
CONNEL
(grinning, addressing Lt. Alazar)
So, “El Tee”, you ready to show these operators how to throw a lightsaber? Or should I stick to shooting blasters?
Bren narrows his eyes, irritation flaring but quickly tempering into determination. He respects Connel's skills but won’t show weakness.
LT. ALAZAR
(pointedly)
This isn’t a game, Jedi. You may have trained with Omega before, but this time, it’s different. You stand as part of the team, and I expect you to act like it. Your name may have a history with this Squad’s but those days are over.
The SQUAD members share glances, some smirking at Connel’s antics, while others look at their leader in awe. Connel shrugs off the intensity, his ego unshaken.
MONTAGE – TRAINING EXERCISES
A series of quick-cut scenes illustrating the various training exercises under Bren's watchful eye. Connel navigates courses gracefully, engaging in lightsaber battles with members of Omega Squad, dodging blaster fire, and using the Force to manipulate obstacles.
Bren leads tactical discussions, emphasizing teamwork and strategy, his voice sharp and commanding. We see him throw himself into training, showcasing his skills but pushing the squad harder with each task. He wasn’t going to put them in a situation he wouldn’t go into himself, which is why it was more and more difficult.
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS – LATER
As the day progresses, Connel stands off to the side, watching the others. He witnesses a member of Omega Squad—BAXTER, a sharpshooter—struggling with a simulation. Connel's confident façade slips momentarily.
CONNEL
(encouragingly)
Hey, Specialist Baxter! You just need to adjust your stance a bit. Here, let me show you.
Baxter scowls at the interference but ultimately relents, allowing Connel to demonstrate. They work through the issue together, tension easing as they bond over shared tasks.
BAXTER
(with a reluctant smile)
Guess you’re not too bad for a Jedi. Thank you, Master Jedi.
INT. TRAINING FACILITY - SIMULATION ROOM - LATER
The team gathers in the simulation room. Automatic drones buzz around, firing simulated blasts. Bren stands at the front, tension crackling in the air. As blasts land at and around his feet, he does not move. No, he does not know where they will shoot, he just is not intimate anymore.
LT. ALAZAR
We’re running a rescue simulation. One of us is down behind enemy lines. The rest of us need to strategize our way through a heavily fortified position. You know what’s at stake.
Connel takes a deep breath, suddenly feeling the weight of responsibility. He falls into line with the squad as they begin strategizing, forming plans with Bren leading the discussion.
EXT. SIMULATION GROUND - DAY
The simulation begins, and chaos erupts. Blaster fire erupts from automated drones, and the team springs into action. Bren’s authoritative commands can be heard as they execute maneuvers, a dance of precision and instinct. Connel weaves through enemy targeting, using the Force to deflect blaster bolts onto targets.
In the midst of the chaos, a drone targets Bren, who yells in warning as it fires. Connel instinctively uses the Force, pushing Bren aside just in time, but the distraction slows him down, and he barely dodges another blast himself.
EXT. SIMULATION GROUND - AFTERMATH
The exercise ends in a chaotic finish, with the team regrouping. Bren breathes heavily, visibly angry at the reckless display of power. The others wait, anticipation thick in the air.
LT. ALAZAR
(seething)
That was sloppy! You could have explained yourself rather than cost the mission through sheer impulse!
Connel stands, breathless but unyielding.
CONNEL
I saw a chance to save you. Sometimes the best move isn’t following orders but trusting your instincts.
Bren’s jaw tightens, his frustration an undercurrent in the heat of the moment. He regards Connel for a long moment.
LT. ALAZAR
(grudgingly)
Instincts are good but know when to follow the chain of command. We fight together out there, not merely as individuals.
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - SUNSET
The day winds down as the sun sinks, casting golden hues across the training facility. Connel, having faced the heat of training, allows himself a moment of reflection. He watches Omega Squad reconvene, the camaraderie visible.
Bren approaches, his expression softening ever so slightly.
LT. ALAZAR
We’ll get better. Together. You have potential, Connel. Just channel it wisely, alright?
A tentative understanding emerges in their eye contact, two warriors standing on the line between order and chaos. Even though this was only training and the Jedi would not go out on missions with them, unless otherwise ordered, he understood.
CONNEL
(smirking again)
You know I wouldn’t dream of holding back.
They share a moment, two different worlds united in purpose as they turn to the sunset—partners in an endless battle against darkness.
FADE OUT.
TO BE CONTINUED
Genre: Action
Setting: Training Facility, Corellia
EXT. CORELLIAN TRAINING FACILITY - DAY
The sun is high, casting sharp shadows from the trees lining the state-of-the-art training grounds. Various groups of COMMANDOS and a lone JEDI train, a mixture of technology and the Force playing out in their routines. Among them, CONNEL VANAGOR, a confident and snarky Jedi Shadow, moves with purpose, his robe fluttering up until he sheds it as he weaves through the array of obstacles—a combination of agility and tactical maneuvers.
Nearby, a COMMANDING OFFICER stands overseeing the training, LT. BREN ALAZAR Code Name “Michael”, arms crossed, a hard look in his eyes. His dark uniform contrasts starkly against the bright environment, but beneath his stern demeanor lies a determination to push his team to their limits. The last mission his team was on was a disaster, and that cannot happen again. Even if they had to let a Jedi train with them.
INT. TRAINING FACILITY – COMMAND CENTER
The command center buzzes with activity as the candidates for the elite group known as OMEGA SQUAD prepares for their training session. Holo-screens display simulations, and strategy discussions echo through the high-tech space.
LT. ALAZAR
(turning to Omega Squad)
Today’s training isn’t just a drill. We face realities that require us to be at our best, physically and mentally. Understood?
The SQUAD nods, the atmosphere thick with tension and adrenaline. They had heard the rumors, but also knew the history of the group.
EXT. TRAINING COURSES - CONTINUOUS
As the squad sets up for their exercises, Connel approaches. His confidence radiates, and a sly smile crosses his face.
CONNEL
(grinning, addressing Lt. Alazar)
So, “El Tee”, you ready to show these operators how to throw a lightsaber? Or should I stick to shooting blasters?
Bren narrows his eyes, irritation flaring but quickly tempering into determination. He respects Connel's skills but won’t show weakness.
LT. ALAZAR
(pointedly)
This isn’t a game, Jedi. You may have trained with Omega before, but this time, it’s different. You stand as part of the team, and I expect you to act like it. Your name may have a history with this Squad’s but those days are over.
The SQUAD members share glances, some smirking at Connel’s antics, while others look at their leader in awe. Connel shrugs off the intensity, his ego unshaken.
MONTAGE – TRAINING EXERCISES
A series of quick-cut scenes illustrating the various training exercises under Bren's watchful eye. Connel navigates courses gracefully, engaging in lightsaber battles with members of Omega Squad, dodging blaster fire, and using the Force to manipulate obstacles.
Bren leads tactical discussions, emphasizing teamwork and strategy, his voice sharp and commanding. We see him throw himself into training, showcasing his skills but pushing the squad harder with each task. He wasn’t going to put them in a situation he wouldn’t go into himself, which is why it was more and more difficult.
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS – LATER
As the day progresses, Connel stands off to the side, watching the others. He witnesses a member of Omega Squad—BAXTER, a sharpshooter—struggling with a simulation. Connel's confident façade slips momentarily.
CONNEL
(encouragingly)
Hey, Specialist Baxter! You just need to adjust your stance a bit. Here, let me show you.
Baxter scowls at the interference but ultimately relents, allowing Connel to demonstrate. They work through the issue together, tension easing as they bond over shared tasks.
BAXTER
(with a reluctant smile)
Guess you’re not too bad for a Jedi. Thank you, Master Jedi.
INT. TRAINING FACILITY - SIMULATION ROOM - LATER
The team gathers in the simulation room. Automatic drones buzz around, firing simulated blasts. Bren stands at the front, tension crackling in the air. As blasts land at and around his feet, he does not move. No, he does not know where they will shoot, he just is not intimate anymore.
LT. ALAZAR
We’re running a rescue simulation. One of us is down behind enemy lines. The rest of us need to strategize our way through a heavily fortified position. You know what’s at stake.
Connel takes a deep breath, suddenly feeling the weight of responsibility. He falls into line with the squad as they begin strategizing, forming plans with Bren leading the discussion.
EXT. SIMULATION GROUND - DAY
The simulation begins, and chaos erupts. Blaster fire erupts from automated drones, and the team springs into action. Bren’s authoritative commands can be heard as they execute maneuvers, a dance of precision and instinct. Connel weaves through enemy targeting, using the Force to deflect blaster bolts onto targets.
In the midst of the chaos, a drone targets Bren, who yells in warning as it fires. Connel instinctively uses the Force, pushing Bren aside just in time, but the distraction slows him down, and he barely dodges another blast himself.
EXT. SIMULATION GROUND - AFTERMATH
The exercise ends in a chaotic finish, with the team regrouping. Bren breathes heavily, visibly angry at the reckless display of power. The others wait, anticipation thick in the air.
LT. ALAZAR
(seething)
That was sloppy! You could have explained yourself rather than cost the mission through sheer impulse!
Connel stands, breathless but unyielding.
CONNEL
I saw a chance to save you. Sometimes the best move isn’t following orders but trusting your instincts.
Bren’s jaw tightens, his frustration an undercurrent in the heat of the moment. He regards Connel for a long moment.
LT. ALAZAR
(grudgingly)
Instincts are good but know when to follow the chain of command. We fight together out there, not merely as individuals.
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - SUNSET
The day winds down as the sun sinks, casting golden hues across the training facility. Connel, having faced the heat of training, allows himself a moment of reflection. He watches Omega Squad reconvene, the camaraderie visible.
Bren approaches, his expression softening ever so slightly.
LT. ALAZAR
We’ll get better. Together. You have potential, Connel. Just channel it wisely, alright?
A tentative understanding emerges in their eye contact, two warriors standing on the line between order and chaos. Even though this was only training and the Jedi would not go out on missions with them, unless otherwise ordered, he understood.
CONNEL
(smirking again)
You know I wouldn’t dream of holding back.
They share a moment, two different worlds united in purpose as they turn to the sunset—partners in an endless battle against darkness.
FADE OUT.
TO BE CONTINUED
More on the job training
Title: Shadows of Omega
FADE IN:
EXT. CORELLIA - TRAINING FACILITY - DAY
A sprawling training facility stands amid the dense, lush forests of Corellia. The architecture is sleek, modern, and intimidating. A large, fortified training ground is marked with various obstacle courses, firing ranges, and tactical zones.
CAMERA PANS IN on CONNEL VANAGOR, a tall, athletic figure clad in traditional Jedi robes. The sunlight glints off the lightsaber hilt hanging at his belt. He exudes confidence but bears the weight of expectation. The training is different this time—harder.
CUT TO:
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - FIRING RANGE - DAY
The sound of blaster fire echoes. LT. BREN ALAZAR, a muscular figure with a sharp jaw, stands with his arms crossed, scowling at the chaos. An aura of anger surrounds him.
BREN
(shouting)
Focus, you idiots! Omega Squad doesn't have room for anyone who can't handle pressure!
BAXTER, a young sharpshooter with a wide grin, fires at targets while taunting his teammates.
BAXTER
(laughing)
Come on! I thought you guys were supposed to be soldiers, not stormtroopers!
CUT TO:
Connel stands at the edge of the firing range, watching Baxter with a mixture of amusement and disdain. His calm demeanor contrasts sharply with the chaos surrounding him.
CONNEL
(to himself)
Classic Omega Squad.
INT. TRAINING FACILITY - COMMAND ROOM - DAY
Bren watches over the monitors, tracking the team's performance. The tension in the room is thick. An officer approaches with reports on Jedi involvement.
OFFICER
(somberly)
Sir, Connel Vanagor has arrived. Orders from Command are clear—train with us until his skills are enhanced.
Bren's expression darkens.
BREN
(with irritation)
Another Jedi? Can't they handle their own battles?
OFFICER
(respectfully)
He's just here to assist, sir.
BREN
(gritting his teeth)
Assist? Tread carefully, officer. I won't let a Jedi overshadow this squad.
CUT BACK TO:
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - OBSTACLE COURSE - DAY
Connel stands at the obstacle course, his eyes scanning the various challenges. He closes his eyes, focusing, feeling the Force around him.
CONNEL
(whispering)
Show me the path.
He launches forward, effortlessly leaping over obstacles, a blur of motion. The members of Omega Squad stop to watch as he glides over walls and swings through nets.
BAXTER
(shouting)
Is that all you've got? I can do better than that!
Connel lands next to Baxter, smirking.
CONNEL
I'll take the lead if you want a real challenge.
Baxter narrows his eyes, pretending to size him up.
BAXTER
You think you can outrun a blaster bolt, Jedi?
CONNEL
(grinning)
It's not the bolt you need to worry about.
BREN
(stepping in)
Enough games, Vanagor. You may have speed, but this is more than agility. Omega Squad relies on precision and teamwork.
Connel turns, recognizing the challenge in Bren's eyes.
CONNEL
Then let's train together. Show me the heart of Omega Squad.
Bren's nostrils flare in anger, but he forces himself to remain composed.
BREN
You want a shot? Prove you can keep up. No Jedi tricks. Just sheer skill.
MONTAGE:
-- Connel training with blasters, dodging fire while using the Force to predict movements.
-- Bren barking orders as Connel adapts to their tactics.
-- Baxter grinning as he matches Connel's agility while taking shots.
-- Connel, teaching them how to harness the Force for teamwork.
END MONTAGE.
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - NIGHT
The grounds dim under the glow of training lights. Connel stands with Bren, both catching their breath after an intense day of training.
BREN
(looking at the stars)
You think you're the best, huh?
CONNEL
(challenging)
I just want to be better. For the Republic, for the Jedi.
Bren shakes his head, an unexpected smirk creeping in.
BREN
You might just fit in after all, Vanagor.
CONNEL
(raising an eyebrow)
That's high praise from a commanding officer.
BREN
(respectfully)
I don't respect you for being a Jedi. You earn respect by surviving next to us.
Suddenly, an EXPLOSION rocks the training facility, alarm klaxons blare. Bren and Connel spring into action, adrenaline pumping.
BREN
(intense)
Secure the area! Baxter, you're with me!
CONNEL
I'll go ahead. I sense... danger.
Bren hesitates but sees no other option.
BREN
Fine. Just don't get in my way.
Connel nods and sprints into the shadows, his movements fluid and silent.
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER
Connel moves swiftly through the thick underbrush, using the Force to sense threats. His focus sharpens.
EXT. FACILITY PERIMETER - NIGHT
A group of insurgents, armed and determined, breach the fence. Connel reacts instinctively, igniting his lightsaber.
CONNEL
(whispering)
This ends now.
He leaps, a flash of blue light slicing through the darkness. The insurgents freeze, shock in their eyes. Connel goes on the offensive, his movements a lethal dance.
BREN AND BAXTER
(coming from behind)
Fire at will!
Blaster fire erupts as Bren and Baxter join the fray. The trio fights as one—blaster bolts from Bren, sharpshooting from Baxter, and the elegant swordplay of Connel.
MOMENTS LATER
As the last adversary falls, the smoke clears. Bren looks at Connel, breathing heavily.
BREN
(impressed)
Maybe the Jedi have something to teach us after all.
CONNEL
(smiling)
And maybe soldiers aren't so bad.
The three stand together, realizing the power of collaboration as a new dawn breaks over Corellia.
FADE OUT.
TO BE CONTINUED
FADE IN:
EXT. CORELLIA - TRAINING FACILITY - DAY
A sprawling training facility stands amid the dense, lush forests of Corellia. The architecture is sleek, modern, and intimidating. A large, fortified training ground is marked with various obstacle courses, firing ranges, and tactical zones.
CAMERA PANS IN on CONNEL VANAGOR, a tall, athletic figure clad in traditional Jedi robes. The sunlight glints off the lightsaber hilt hanging at his belt. He exudes confidence but bears the weight of expectation. The training is different this time—harder.
CUT TO:
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - FIRING RANGE - DAY
The sound of blaster fire echoes. LT. BREN ALAZAR, a muscular figure with a sharp jaw, stands with his arms crossed, scowling at the chaos. An aura of anger surrounds him.
BREN
(shouting)
Focus, you idiots! Omega Squad doesn't have room for anyone who can't handle pressure!
BAXTER, a young sharpshooter with a wide grin, fires at targets while taunting his teammates.
BAXTER
(laughing)
Come on! I thought you guys were supposed to be soldiers, not stormtroopers!
CUT TO:
Connel stands at the edge of the firing range, watching Baxter with a mixture of amusement and disdain. His calm demeanor contrasts sharply with the chaos surrounding him.
CONNEL
(to himself)
Classic Omega Squad.
INT. TRAINING FACILITY - COMMAND ROOM - DAY
Bren watches over the monitors, tracking the team's performance. The tension in the room is thick. An officer approaches with reports on Jedi involvement.
OFFICER
(somberly)
Sir, Connel Vanagor has arrived. Orders from Command are clear—train with us until his skills are enhanced.
Bren's expression darkens.
BREN
(with irritation)
Another Jedi? Can't they handle their own battles?
OFFICER
(respectfully)
He's just here to assist, sir.
BREN
(gritting his teeth)
Assist? Tread carefully, officer. I won't let a Jedi overshadow this squad.
CUT BACK TO:
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - OBSTACLE COURSE - DAY
Connel stands at the obstacle course, his eyes scanning the various challenges. He closes his eyes, focusing, feeling the Force around him.
CONNEL
(whispering)
Show me the path.
He launches forward, effortlessly leaping over obstacles, a blur of motion. The members of Omega Squad stop to watch as he glides over walls and swings through nets.
BAXTER
(shouting)
Is that all you've got? I can do better than that!
Connel lands next to Baxter, smirking.
CONNEL
I'll take the lead if you want a real challenge.
Baxter narrows his eyes, pretending to size him up.
BAXTER
You think you can outrun a blaster bolt, Jedi?
CONNEL
(grinning)
It's not the bolt you need to worry about.
BREN
(stepping in)
Enough games, Vanagor. You may have speed, but this is more than agility. Omega Squad relies on precision and teamwork.
Connel turns, recognizing the challenge in Bren's eyes.
CONNEL
Then let's train together. Show me the heart of Omega Squad.
Bren's nostrils flare in anger, but he forces himself to remain composed.
BREN
You want a shot? Prove you can keep up. No Jedi tricks. Just sheer skill.
MONTAGE:
-- Connel training with blasters, dodging fire while using the Force to predict movements.
-- Bren barking orders as Connel adapts to their tactics.
-- Baxter grinning as he matches Connel's agility while taking shots.
-- Connel, teaching them how to harness the Force for teamwork.
END MONTAGE.
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - NIGHT
The grounds dim under the glow of training lights. Connel stands with Bren, both catching their breath after an intense day of training.
BREN
(looking at the stars)
You think you're the best, huh?
CONNEL
(challenging)
I just want to be better. For the Republic, for the Jedi.
Bren shakes his head, an unexpected smirk creeping in.
BREN
You might just fit in after all, Vanagor.
CONNEL
(raising an eyebrow)
That's high praise from a commanding officer.
BREN
(respectfully)
I don't respect you for being a Jedi. You earn respect by surviving next to us.
Suddenly, an EXPLOSION rocks the training facility, alarm klaxons blare. Bren and Connel spring into action, adrenaline pumping.
BREN
(intense)
Secure the area! Baxter, you're with me!
CONNEL
I'll go ahead. I sense... danger.
Bren hesitates but sees no other option.
BREN
Fine. Just don't get in my way.
Connel nods and sprints into the shadows, his movements fluid and silent.
EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER
Connel moves swiftly through the thick underbrush, using the Force to sense threats. His focus sharpens.
EXT. FACILITY PERIMETER - NIGHT
A group of insurgents, armed and determined, breach the fence. Connel reacts instinctively, igniting his lightsaber.
CONNEL
(whispering)
This ends now.
He leaps, a flash of blue light slicing through the darkness. The insurgents freeze, shock in their eyes. Connel goes on the offensive, his movements a lethal dance.
BREN AND BAXTER
(coming from behind)
Fire at will!
Blaster fire erupts as Bren and Baxter join the fray. The trio fights as one—blaster bolts from Bren, sharpshooting from Baxter, and the elegant swordplay of Connel.
MOMENTS LATER
As the last adversary falls, the smoke clears. Bren looks at Connel, breathing heavily.
BREN
(impressed)
Maybe the Jedi have something to teach us after all.
CONNEL
(smiling)
And maybe soldiers aren't so bad.
The three stand together, realizing the power of collaboration as a new dawn breaks over Corellia.
FADE OUT.
TO BE CONTINUED
