Expressions of Thought and Will

[Davin Jusik]

A room the size of a small gymnasium slowly began to fill with a variety of folk from all walks of First Order life. Amin stood to the forefront in his Dress Uniform, patiently waiting as the rest of the group shuffled in. An old friend of his who'd he'd went to school with in his civilian life on Dromund Kaas had ended up becoming the Professor of Ideology at Dosuund University. It'd been a shock when he'd gotten the call, which had begun with a recording of one of Amin's original scores. Something he hadn't heard in ages. After catching up the Professor insisted that the Lieutenant filled a spot in the post Empire Day lecture period, when members of the public were invited to attend classes on Imperial Theory and History. The line that had got him was "Who better to teach the class than someone who enforces the ideology's will on a daily basis?"

So he stood. Reminiscing on the days of his youth.

The class settled.

"Who can tell me what ideology we, as a united people follow?" Amin said in a level, slightly commanding voice to the class.