Amon Garrith awoke much as he did every morning when he was on leave in his high rise apartment on Atrisia. With a punishing migraine that was a direct result of the extreme consumption of alcohol. The "Sailor's Curse" as it'd been named in the Navy. The thought brought a smile to the lieutenant's lips as he rolled out of bed and took a stim off of his oak nightstand before shooting it into his system.
The room lit up momentarily as the chemical coursed through his body and temporarily suppressed the toxins in his system long enough for him to reach another stim, which would kill them. As the second surged through his system Amon felt suddenly clear headed. He'd now be operating at full capacity.
He stood as his senses returned to himself and looked behind him to his mess of a bed. The female from the night before had already left. Good.
Amon stretched and opened his bedroom window's automatic blinds and viewed the Capital before him in all it's glory. The bustling heart of the Empire. What he'd decided to dedicate his life too. The thought widened his smile as he opened his closet and pulled out a freshly pressed uniform, beginning his meticulous process of perfectly putting it on.
After he was satisfied with his uniform Amon strapped his sidearm to his hip, sprayed himself with sanitation spray, and began to prepare a meal for himself in his spacious kitchen. He hummed the Imperial Anthem as he worked, admiring the way the sunshine reflected off of his furniture.
Today would be a good day.
As the young lieutenant sipped a cup of stimcaf as he loaded his table top datapad, checking the various messages and callings that waited on him.
Then a knock came.
Amon looked curiously at the door for a few moments before standing up, after another knock, and looking at his door's security camera feed. Two men in white uniforms stood outside.
ISB.
Amon opened the door with a bit of apprehension, paranoid that he may have potentially been set up by a rival.
"Good Morning Gentlemen." Amon said cheerfully.
The two men only looked at one another before handing Amon a set of papers.
"Your being transferred, have a nice day lieutenant." The one on the right said before the pair faced to the left and exited.
Amon shut his apartment door and looked down at the orders before him.
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Transferred from Imperial Navy to ISB, effective immediately. The ISB has reviewed your combat records, psych profile, and personal history. We've determined that your service would be better suited here than with your current branch of service. Three sets of uniforms with your current ranks and commendations should be arriving within two days. Report to ISB Command, Atrisia before seventy two hours for official orders.
All hail the Empire
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Amon was nearly overcome with joy at the finishing of the letter. A commission into ISB was a coveted one indeed, reserved for only those deemed most worthy by the Empire.
Amon smiled and called a taxi service.
The room lit up momentarily as the chemical coursed through his body and temporarily suppressed the toxins in his system long enough for him to reach another stim, which would kill them. As the second surged through his system Amon felt suddenly clear headed. He'd now be operating at full capacity.
He stood as his senses returned to himself and looked behind him to his mess of a bed. The female from the night before had already left. Good.
Amon stretched and opened his bedroom window's automatic blinds and viewed the Capital before him in all it's glory. The bustling heart of the Empire. What he'd decided to dedicate his life too. The thought widened his smile as he opened his closet and pulled out a freshly pressed uniform, beginning his meticulous process of perfectly putting it on.
After he was satisfied with his uniform Amon strapped his sidearm to his hip, sprayed himself with sanitation spray, and began to prepare a meal for himself in his spacious kitchen. He hummed the Imperial Anthem as he worked, admiring the way the sunshine reflected off of his furniture.
Today would be a good day.
As the young lieutenant sipped a cup of stimcaf as he loaded his table top datapad, checking the various messages and callings that waited on him.
Then a knock came.
Amon looked curiously at the door for a few moments before standing up, after another knock, and looking at his door's security camera feed. Two men in white uniforms stood outside.
ISB.
Amon opened the door with a bit of apprehension, paranoid that he may have potentially been set up by a rival.
"Good Morning Gentlemen." Amon said cheerfully.
The two men only looked at one another before handing Amon a set of papers.
"Your being transferred, have a nice day lieutenant." The one on the right said before the pair faced to the left and exited.
Amon shut his apartment door and looked down at the orders before him.
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Transferred from Imperial Navy to ISB, effective immediately. The ISB has reviewed your combat records, psych profile, and personal history. We've determined that your service would be better suited here than with your current branch of service. Three sets of uniforms with your current ranks and commendations should be arriving within two days. Report to ISB Command, Atrisia before seventy two hours for official orders.
All hail the Empire
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Amon was nearly overcome with joy at the finishing of the letter. A commission into ISB was a coveted one indeed, reserved for only those deemed most worthy by the Empire.
Amon smiled and called a taxi service.