Alkor Centaris
Son of Liberty
Location: Knights Obsidian Headquarters, Ryloth
Objective: Processing
Continued from To become a Knight.
The line of applicants was lengthier than he expected as Alkor descended. When he left [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"], he did not know what to expect other than the short list of orders he had been given. He watched as several younger men and women who were visibly eager approached the terminal and extended their hands. Aptitude testing, he noted as a pinprick of blood was drawn from each candidate and taken for labwork.
They continued with vision and reflex tests, standard for anyone entering armed service, and nothing looked a far cry from normal. At face value, at least. There were other, more subtle things at work he was certain that he couldn't see. "It is entry level, I suppose," he murmured as the path beneath him shimmered with silvery glyphs.
"Alkor Centaris," a servitor appeared seemingly from nowhere as he entered the main thoroughfare and gestured for him to follow. "Your previous experience is known to us, so your aptitude will be gauged on a slightly different metric from the others. This way, if you please?"
He gave the expressionless fixture the once over, then followed. "Records of your service span several organizations and much of your work was difficult to obtain from behind black tape," the machine stated, "but we are not here to question your loyalties, simply to assure you are capable of service and committed to the Oaths you will take."
The Servitor scanned him briefly and took a sample from one of his fingertips. Alkor did not flinch. "As a Knight, you will be expected to function as a member of the Confederate Defense Force. You will be expected to perform at or above expectations in all things, and your performance will be subject to evaluation. Are you amenable to this?"
"I am." He raised both arms as the Servitor took his measurements and tested his body mass index.
"You will be expected to maintain and courier valuable data and at times be entrusted with vital secrets. Do you understand this?" The Servitor blinked red twice as it took note of his wounds. It seemed to be logging them more than worrying.
"I do," he replied.
"It is our understanding," the machine circled around in front of him and its faceless gaze matched his own, "that your duties up to this point have been largely wetworks, subterfuge, assassination, and active combat. Can you verify this information?"
He hesitated for a moment, sighed, then nodded. "That is correct."
"Very good," the Servitor circled away. "Your pre-screening is concluded, so I will move you forward to processing. You will be issued your armor and given your flight test thereafter."
"Thank you," Alkor managed to say unenthusiastically. He stepped out of the small room where he was questioned. The hub beyond was massive. Different elevators led to other levels of the Headquarters, and at the center, a terminal was available to access the Obsidian Intelligence Network.
He noticed a small group of unarmored people amassing to one side and decided that was probably where he needed to be. A younger Felacatian turned to offer him a smile. "Just getting initiated?" he asked.
"That's the plan," he replied with a smirk. "Sounds like I'm in the right place."
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