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
