Darek Sjaa
Deus Vult
Avalonia
Asi's Taphouse
A blue vest and black tie was a bit overdressed for such an establishment, but the former backwoods farmer took every opportunity to dress in his civilian attire now that he was often made to wear monotone clothing. Though he'd forgone the jacket for leasure. Slick, dented durasteel flashed across the view screen at speeds barely calculable to the human eyes observing them. The air was filled with a combination of cigarette smoke, whiskey breath, and the excitement of Pod Racers dodging death for the entertainment of millions of viewers. Darek was among the throng of service members present, he'd been pulled out of duty from his old unit to be shuffled into a new one that was being organized from various sections of the Corp. Until the brass got up their ass, in a manner of speaking, he and the others were on standby, in a state of quasi paid leave. Darek took a drink from the ale beside his seat and gave a grin at the screen as a Human pulled ahead of the alien that had been leading so far. A responding cheer sounded through the cantina. The First Order had done a great job instilling pro human values in it's soldiers. Watching a human pull ahead, even if they were of another nation, gave the impression of a remote victory. So long as said human wasn't acting against their own better interests, in form of opposition to the Order and it's ideals.
So Darek sat among his comrades and silently drank to the unknown human thousands upon thousands of parsecs away. Despite his rather detached from civilization sort of upbringing the farmer had easily adapted to the ideology that the Order gently pushed into the minds of it's subjects. The Order on a whole was an extension of the Village that he'd been a member of for the entirety of his days, with the Order representing the Village itself, the branches of Government and Military as parents, with the Supreme Leader as a God like entity. Though the SL was most certainly not a deity. Darek kept such opinions to himself largely. Darek knew God. Regardless of what anyone might do to try to dissuade him of it.
God was a great and terrible being that provided both mercy and terror to the Universe. The judger of all and holder of life and death. God was beyond them, even in their noble mission.
Darek lit up a cigar and continued musing as his fellows reveled in the sport taking place across the space byways.
Asi's Taphouse
A blue vest and black tie was a bit overdressed for such an establishment, but the former backwoods farmer took every opportunity to dress in his civilian attire now that he was often made to wear monotone clothing. Though he'd forgone the jacket for leasure. Slick, dented durasteel flashed across the view screen at speeds barely calculable to the human eyes observing them. The air was filled with a combination of cigarette smoke, whiskey breath, and the excitement of Pod Racers dodging death for the entertainment of millions of viewers. Darek was among the throng of service members present, he'd been pulled out of duty from his old unit to be shuffled into a new one that was being organized from various sections of the Corp. Until the brass got up their ass, in a manner of speaking, he and the others were on standby, in a state of quasi paid leave. Darek took a drink from the ale beside his seat and gave a grin at the screen as a Human pulled ahead of the alien that had been leading so far. A responding cheer sounded through the cantina. The First Order had done a great job instilling pro human values in it's soldiers. Watching a human pull ahead, even if they were of another nation, gave the impression of a remote victory. So long as said human wasn't acting against their own better interests, in form of opposition to the Order and it's ideals.
So Darek sat among his comrades and silently drank to the unknown human thousands upon thousands of parsecs away. Despite his rather detached from civilization sort of upbringing the farmer had easily adapted to the ideology that the Order gently pushed into the minds of it's subjects. The Order on a whole was an extension of the Village that he'd been a member of for the entirety of his days, with the Order representing the Village itself, the branches of Government and Military as parents, with the Supreme Leader as a God like entity. Though the SL was most certainly not a deity. Darek kept such opinions to himself largely. Darek knew God. Regardless of what anyone might do to try to dissuade him of it.
God was a great and terrible being that provided both mercy and terror to the Universe. The judger of all and holder of life and death. God was beyond them, even in their noble mission.
Darek lit up a cigar and continued musing as his fellows reveled in the sport taking place across the space byways.