Post by Ragsmire on Aug 19, 2011 3:29:18 GMT -5
Name:Jude Levin.
Species:Human
Age:18
Sex:Male
Height/Weight:5'11" 155libs
Appearance:
Tall and lean, Jude's build isn't what one would considered a well stocked one. No muscle and a trim fat percentage are obvious, as he appears the equivalent of a stick in terms of size. His body is marked with scars and old wounds from his father, though none of them are notable beneath his clothing, the old man always careful to hit him where it wouldn't be blatantly obvious.
Sharp eyes, and a define jaw line make up the structure of his facial features, with light blue eyes and a high and tight hair makeup take away most of the attention. Dark brown in color, Jude seldom gets it cut, and spends an hour a day working it into just the right style, that being something eerily similar to his Father's style when he was young.
When on duty he can commonly be seen clad in the republic naval uniform, collar and buttons clasped together perfectly, with nothing out of place, every shoe laced exquisitely, cufflinks and shoulder pads adjusted. When off duty his look is quite the contrast from his working counterpart. Able to throw together a simple outfit consisting of V-neck shirts, and pant jeans with a jacket, depending on the weather.
Psych Profile:
Jude is unintentionally a quiet and reserved person, raised to be silent, take orders never questioning them, and understand the gravity of a situation. He doesn't have much, if any, sense of humor, and very rarely catches onto a joke, his father never had anything funny to say, and any attempt at making friendly chit chat was not met well.
His childhood taught him much, but nothing more important the to respect his superiors, and realize the stakes when he refused. Due to this unbinding loyalty Jude is easily bent to the wills of those in command, willing, and able, to commit autocracies far beyond his own imagination should he be ordered, it makes for perhaps both his best, and worst, quality.
Brought up for the sole purpose of continuing his father's legacy, Jude has no genuine interest of his own, instead adapting most of his dad's, Those would all be primarily of the military persuasion; Tactics, specs, mechanics, and the inner workings of any conflict. Bolo-ball, one of the few pleasure his father took outside of the military, also became one of Jude's pass times. Pod racing is perhaps his singular, and individual, joy in life, though that too was only taken up because of a stray comment he heard his father make regarding the sport.
Jude is quite the ship buff, again like his father was years before, having trained extensively in the field of flying, he understands the inner workings of a fighter, the statistics regarding dog fighting, and the advance tactics used when employing snub fighters. His knowledge pertaining to vessels stretches beyond just snubs to freighters, frigates, cruisers, battleships, dreadnoughts, and battle stations.
Despite not recognizing the fact for himself, Jude does have a hidden passion for politics, a field his father despised, always insisting a military controlled government would make the galaxy a better place for everyone. While he doesn't actively scour the holonet for news on the subject, should he be reading the day's headlines, things of the political nature would be where he turned first.
Jude doesn't view himself as exceptionally talented at anyone thing, growing up on the notion that he could always do better, he can't acknowledge any achievement he does accomplish, certain someone, somewhere, in this massive universe he lives in, had done it a hundred times before, and a dozen times better. That mentality comes with the commutations of several instructors at the Carida military academy informing him that he graduated top of his class in many fields, including flight training, ground operations, and counter intelligence opts.
He holds a strong predigest against not only alien species, but jedi in particular. Raised with stories of propaganda, coverups, and blatant untruths concerning either, Jude believes most jedi to be deceivers and untrustworthy mystics. Aliens are, in his humble opinion, backwater and ignorant beings with nothing valid to be said on the matters of anything more then what should be served for dinner that night.
Despite years of un-schooling, and reeducation to remedy his long developed bias toward them, Jude still feels uncertain that everything he was taught as a child could be wrong, and places doubt on both sides of the coin.
Character Rank:Ensign, Galactic Republic Military. (GRM)
Special Skills:
Multilingual:
Spoken Languages:
Understood Languages:
Conditioning:
Able to withstand a more severe amount of punishment then the average man, Due in part to his childhood, his homeplanet, and his years in the Carida Academy and the Stormtrooper Corps.
Advanced Piloting Ability:
his years in the Carida military academy, and overwhelming desire to please his father, proved to be a driving force in Jude's incredible prowess in the cockpit of any snub fighter. Having graduated top of his class, Jude is a gifted pilot by any standards, and understands the deep and often complex inner workings of any dog fight.
Mechanic/Repair:
Time dedicated to the mechanical division of Carida, and his vast understanding pertaining to the workings of fighters, allows Jude to fix just about any problem a snub might experience given the right amount of time and parts. While his ability to fix about any problem relevant to a fighter is contained to mostly to fighters solely, he is able to take more then a few educated guesses when it comes to engine blocks on landspeeders and other ground vehicles.
Marksmanship:
Weapon Proficiency:Blaster Pistol
Having known the comfort of a sidearm since he was less then ten years of age, Jude is probably more fluent with the handling of a small handgun or slug thrower as opposed to the bulkiness of some rifles. Taught how to shoot from his father since the day he received a pistol as a present, there isn't much he can't hit so long as its not obstructed by an obstacle, or outside of the weapons firing range.
Weapon Proficiency:Blaster Rifle
Physical Attributes
Strength:55
Speed:65
Intelligence:78
Alignment:10+
Bio:
Leaving a Legacy: 3,918 BBY
Born on the planet Carida in 3,918, Jude was hair to a wealthy imperial family, his father having served a long and rewarding career in service to the Empire. Living out his retirement on Carida, he found a wife in the much younger Iline Plamp, Jude's mother.
They would marry mouths after meeting, under Moppet's constant pressure Iline would accept his proposal over time, against the better judgement of her friends and family. Soon enough Moppet became bored, not just with his retirement, but with his wife, neighbor's, easy living, life in general. As a means to end this, he thought a legacy would prove his last great triumph, someone to continue the name and follow in his footsteps.
Quickly informing his wife of his decision, Moppet ordered results immediately, and within ten mouths had himself a son. Against his wishes, Iline got to chose his name, and gave him her father's, Jude. They would return home the next day, with Moppet realizing within the week that Jude wouldn't be the loyal side project he had hoped, at least not right away.
What could a baby do, and it would be years before Moppet could even contemplate molding his son. The routine, pre-established, and orthodox nature of his life slowly drove the veteran mad with each day that passed. Living on his military pension, with Iline handling things that he deemed too womanly to take care of, like cleaning, shopping, and raising Jude, It left Moppet with very little do to, until one day when he opted to visit the well renown Academy of Carida.
Strolling through the walls of the institution, Originally to see an old war buddy assigned to be an instructor, Moppet began to consider joining the ranks of the tutors in the academy as he talked with his friend, Westen Rose. Rose informed Moppet that should he be genuinely interested in the position acquiring it would be no trouble for a man of his stature, having been honored, decorated, and celebrated by the empire a dozen times in a dozen different ways for a dozen different reasons.
He returned home that evening, and chewed on the thought while he poured over the holovision and the boloball game playing on it. In a week's time he would have made up his mind and returned to take the job. Rose was of course ecstatic, and put in an incredible recommendation, if only to ensure the position was completely clinched.
Pedigree Expenditure:3,915-3,911 BBY
As the years advanced, and Moppet continued his renewed love of life as the tutor to hundreds of impressionable young minds for the now more powerful then ever empire, he would gradually notice his son's increased awareness, his consciousness truly forming. Where he could watch his wife speak to the baby for hours on end without a single response beyond a laugh and a giggle, the boy began to slur words together to form his own pattern of speech.
Where he would once need to be carried about to his every destination, Moppet realized he began to drag himself across the ground from point A to point B, and then walk, and finally run. Once about only to drink milk, he would have teeth pushing through the fabric of his gums for use against all types of food.
The realization occurred in one heavy blow, seemingly overnight his son had started his first steps to becoming a man, a man Moppet could shape, the reason he had a child was now paying off. Instead of opting to join his fellow instructors after work, Moppet began to anxiously await every chance he'd get to see Jude, each time working obedience, compliance, and an all fearing, always wary, respect for authority into the child, no matter the means.
Since a very young age Jude would know to follow whatever command he was given by Moppet, otherwise he would learn what it meant to defy a direct command. Although he was his father in the most basic sense of the word, Jude never referred to Moppet as such, instead he would instruct Jude to call him King, and so he did, do avoid more consequences.
Jude's only down time would be the periods of work the King deciding to attend, Moppet often told his son he didn't have to do any of it, and that should the mood strike him, he could stay home at all times. The concept frightened young Jude, for most children the notion of having their father home at all times would probably be a blessing, but Jude took the story as exactly what it was, a threat, even from a young age he was able to identify it for what it was.
Despite making numerous claims of abuse to his mother, albeit, in a much more childish fashion, She ignored him, questioned his reason for such hideous lies when Moppet had been nothing but a kind provider and warm husband for as long as they had been together, and scolded him. However, after a certain point, the instant Iline decided to tell Moppet what his son had been saying, he never did so again, the concept of such a severe punishment that he wouldn't be able to flinch a finger putting him in line nicely after Moppet pulled his head back and told him the repercussions of any further word to Iline.
shortly after turning five Jude was enrolled, under the suggestion of his father to his mother, into the little imperial school for future officers, a top notch learning institution of which his father got him into thanks to a few contacts. Iline had no objections to the idea of her son following his father's footsteps, it had provided him with a good retirement, but she didn't hear of his war stories, the two seldom spoke in fact, only ever seeing each other over breakfast, or when going to bed.
In the little imperials school Jude was forced to war a uniform everyday to school to teach him what it's like, was taught the history of the empire, with stains in its history being covered up with lies, conspiracy, and propaganda from the tutors at the school to make the empire look better. And the ugly things, the slavery, raiding, xenophobia, hate crimes, sexism, and more, all that was put under one pretty tag to cover up any misdeeds the empire had ever done, or might ever do.
And Jude didn't know any better then to accept it as the truth, he believed every single word of it, the empire were the good guys, jedi were bad, republic was bad, Mandalorians were crazed murdering rapist, and aliens were inferior in every way, simply because they weren't human. When he would yell at a group of Ithorians, calling them tree hugging freaks, his father would actually look proud, having been raised the same way, he loved to see it, and knowing this, Jude only did it more, what child didn't want to impress his father?
Upon his seventh birthday, after years of preparing with lookalikes, Pellet guns, and holovids, Jude received his first blaster pistol from his father, one of few gifts genuinely given from the old man, And not exactly the most appropriate one for a seven year old. The king promised that after his party, a small gathering of Moppet's former imperial friends, now most, if not all, retired, his aunt, uncle, and grandfather on his mother's side, and exactly three of his friends the from academy, they would go and practice his aim on the firing range.
And Moppet stuck to his word, not one to be made a liar out of, he watched his alcohol consumption for the evening, walked his guest out, waited with Jude's friends until their parents arrived to take them, and offered s place to sleep for the extended family for the night, afterward taking the young man outback to further shape him.
Initially explaining the workings of a blaster, how to deconstruct one, clean it, and reconstruct it within moments, even going as far as to show him precisely how to do it in real time, and expecting him to understand how he did it within a week. Once finished with the simple warm ups, he finally told Jude the secret for shooting, at least, his secret.
Placing the firearm in his son's hand, with live ammunition, he told him to aim down his sight, using his arm as a guild up to the sight, keep his eyes open, take a breath, and easily whine back on the trigger. When he fired, and actually hit the intended target, a bulls eye set up beforehand, Jude was immensely pleased with himself, and expected Moppet to be as well, however after inspecting the quality of the shot, far off to the upper left of the center, he reminded his son that at best he would have nicked a man shoulder, and that it could be much better.
After practicing for nearly two hours that night, with each shot ranging around the same level of accuracy as the initial one, the two retired for the evening, Moppet taking the gun to his quarters, telling his son the gift was too dangerous to leave out of his watch.
Jude had the foolish instinct to argue with that, claiming that it was his and he should keep it, Moppet put the boy into place, reminding him who makes the money, and purchased the damn thing before excusing his son to his bedroom.
The following months were no different, with Moppet's routine life gradually falling back into place, a fact he both realized as it happened, and hated beyond reason. He would make spending time with Jude a part of this routine, teach the boy exactly what he had been since he was able to crawl, respect, discipline, and fear. Every evening after he returned from Carida Academy the two would practice with his blaster, at least two hours a day, everyday, no exception; Rain or shine.
However, that accompanying fall, Moppet was certain to enroll his son into the Carida academy for that semester, and subsequent ones, of schooling in the junior grade. While he did not seek, nor did he feel he needed to, the opinion of his wife on the matter, or wouldn't have made a difference. Iline had only married the old man for his money, and benefits from the empire.
Jude would begin the junior classes along with hundreds of other young, prospective imperials. All human, and most male, the children were a obvious reflection of what it was to stand for the empire, humanity was all superior, woman were generally weak and stupid, aliens were always crazed zealots with maddening religious ideas and notions that would lead them down a path of violence and murder to prove their point. Most were inbreed freaks meant only to serve the human race its food and clean their house, or at least that was what Jude learned in class his first week.
History wasn't much different, told that the jedi were terrorist fighting along side the aliens only for now, until they gained a foothold against the empire at which point they intended to betray the foolish species' that fell to their call. And despite the current condition of the downtrodden and bruised imperial war machine, the fight was far from over, and that their defeat in the core worlds was only a minor setback, and thanks to forward positions like Carida they would soon enough reclaim the core.
Jude knew in class not to question what he heard, winching at the concept of it during class. His foreknowledge into the consequences of curiosity was what made it even harder to watch as one of his fellow classmates stood up and asked what the jedi's motivation was, and how they were terrorist.
To his surprise, the teacher, Ms' Harris, did not snap back with a flurry of shouting and demands to know where exactly her student had found the right to ever question what she said. In sharp contrast to his horrible notion of the young girl being dragged out of class by her hair, and beaten for disobedience, Harris gave the question an answer, a rehearsed reply she had practiced a dozen times before, on a dozen different classes whom had asked the same question, or a slight variate of it, a dozen times before.
"The jedi's motivation is a simple one, child, they crave nothing more then power, to gain as much of it as possible, horde it for themselves, let the weak struggle in the shadow of their strength, all in an attempt to gain immortality."
That lie spawned another string of questions, to which Harris had another slur of lies of which she was ready to reply with. And with them more questions, again accompanied by another line of fabricated truths. However, seven year old children wouldn't know the difference between the two, especially not from someone who was in a position of trust like a teacher. And with Carida being the imperial controlled world it was, when the class would retire for the day and return to their families, and the children would tell their mother and father of what they learned today, the two would most commonly agree with it, having been exposed to the mass propaganda of the imperial news reel for years, since they themselves were mere teenager.
That, however, was not always the case, the exception being kids like Chronus Miek, a very rare exception at that, but one all the same. She would leader by referred to as, uncreative albeit, the girl with all the question, today though, the first day Jude ever saw her, she was just that stupid girl who took a step out of line. Daughter to a big shot politician who's left wing views in the imperial council, when it functioned, that is, Chronus was only accepted into the Carida academy due to her father's connections. When she got home at night and told Uranius of what she learned in school that day, he would not only tell her the truth behind it all, but demanded to know exactly what it was they were teaching his daughter at the academy day in and day out.
This would be the cause of some classroom drama the next day, as all the kids sitting in their little desk wondered exactly who would come out victorious in the battle between Uranius and Ms' Harris as one yelled at the top of his lungs in outrage at what he heard, and the other tried repeatedly to convince him to speak with her away from the students. Ultimately Chronus continued to be schooled at the academy, however she had "Personalized" History, and social studies, and gradually become something of a pariah to the rest of the class, seeing her now only in Huttese and firearm familiarity classes.
As days would fly by the calendar, And Jude would play out his life with the same routine day in and day out, first with various studies of history, all of which were designed to indoctrinate the class with as much false truths and misdirection as possible. Afterward he would again be educated in basic firearms, never touching the weapons, at least not in class, and following it he would do foreign studies, that meant alien. From Learning their language should he ever have the misfortune to deal with such beings, which most imperial troopers did, it was an unavoidable fate, to their history, again miscontorted and twisted into something unrecognizable to anyone with foreknowledge into galactic happenings. Once home again he would be taught how to actually fire a blaster with his father, and again pushed to always do better, as everything was considered a failure or not quite good enough.
His home studies would also be strictly observed by Moppet, who criticized every answer or solution Jude would use for any number of problems he was told to figure out before the next day of school. Little to no support was offered by his mother, whom barely recognized the fact she had a son, too obsessed with spending the excess amounts of money Moppet now made with retirement, pension, and his work as an instructor. Jude was living nearly sixteen hour days consisting of nothing but study, followed by sleep
This pattern would continue for the next three years at the academy, during which time his knowledge of what the empire wanted him to believe to be fact would grow to the point that he could recite some act of fiction better then most could fact. He could speak fluent Huttese by the end of his second semester, and had started learning Rodese by the time he turned ten.
3,910 BBY
Purchases:
Species:Human
Age:18
Sex:Male
Height/Weight:5'11" 155libs
Appearance:
Tall and lean, Jude's build isn't what one would considered a well stocked one. No muscle and a trim fat percentage are obvious, as he appears the equivalent of a stick in terms of size. His body is marked with scars and old wounds from his father, though none of them are notable beneath his clothing, the old man always careful to hit him where it wouldn't be blatantly obvious.
Sharp eyes, and a define jaw line make up the structure of his facial features, with light blue eyes and a high and tight hair makeup take away most of the attention. Dark brown in color, Jude seldom gets it cut, and spends an hour a day working it into just the right style, that being something eerily similar to his Father's style when he was young.
When on duty he can commonly be seen clad in the republic naval uniform, collar and buttons clasped together perfectly, with nothing out of place, every shoe laced exquisitely, cufflinks and shoulder pads adjusted. When off duty his look is quite the contrast from his working counterpart. Able to throw together a simple outfit consisting of V-neck shirts, and pant jeans with a jacket, depending on the weather.
Psych Profile:
Jude is unintentionally a quiet and reserved person, raised to be silent, take orders never questioning them, and understand the gravity of a situation. He doesn't have much, if any, sense of humor, and very rarely catches onto a joke, his father never had anything funny to say, and any attempt at making friendly chit chat was not met well.
His childhood taught him much, but nothing more important the to respect his superiors, and realize the stakes when he refused. Due to this unbinding loyalty Jude is easily bent to the wills of those in command, willing, and able, to commit autocracies far beyond his own imagination should he be ordered, it makes for perhaps both his best, and worst, quality.
Brought up for the sole purpose of continuing his father's legacy, Jude has no genuine interest of his own, instead adapting most of his dad's, Those would all be primarily of the military persuasion; Tactics, specs, mechanics, and the inner workings of any conflict. Bolo-ball, one of the few pleasure his father took outside of the military, also became one of Jude's pass times. Pod racing is perhaps his singular, and individual, joy in life, though that too was only taken up because of a stray comment he heard his father make regarding the sport.
Jude is quite the ship buff, again like his father was years before, having trained extensively in the field of flying, he understands the inner workings of a fighter, the statistics regarding dog fighting, and the advance tactics used when employing snub fighters. His knowledge pertaining to vessels stretches beyond just snubs to freighters, frigates, cruisers, battleships, dreadnoughts, and battle stations.
Despite not recognizing the fact for himself, Jude does have a hidden passion for politics, a field his father despised, always insisting a military controlled government would make the galaxy a better place for everyone. While he doesn't actively scour the holonet for news on the subject, should he be reading the day's headlines, things of the political nature would be where he turned first.
Jude doesn't view himself as exceptionally talented at anyone thing, growing up on the notion that he could always do better, he can't acknowledge any achievement he does accomplish, certain someone, somewhere, in this massive universe he lives in, had done it a hundred times before, and a dozen times better. That mentality comes with the commutations of several instructors at the Carida military academy informing him that he graduated top of his class in many fields, including flight training, ground operations, and counter intelligence opts.
He holds a strong predigest against not only alien species, but jedi in particular. Raised with stories of propaganda, coverups, and blatant untruths concerning either, Jude believes most jedi to be deceivers and untrustworthy mystics. Aliens are, in his humble opinion, backwater and ignorant beings with nothing valid to be said on the matters of anything more then what should be served for dinner that night.
Despite years of un-schooling, and reeducation to remedy his long developed bias toward them, Jude still feels uncertain that everything he was taught as a child could be wrong, and places doubt on both sides of the coin.
Character Rank:Ensign, Galactic Republic Military. (GRM)
Special Skills:
Multilingual:
Spoken Languages:
- Galactic Standard (Coruscanti accented).
- Huttese
- Rodese
- Durese
- Bocce
Understood Languages:
- Binary
- Shyriiwook
- Jawa Trade language
- Twi'leki (Some)
Conditioning:
Able to withstand a more severe amount of punishment then the average man, Due in part to his childhood, his homeplanet, and his years in the Carida Academy and the Stormtrooper Corps.
Advanced Piloting Ability:
his years in the Carida military academy, and overwhelming desire to please his father, proved to be a driving force in Jude's incredible prowess in the cockpit of any snub fighter. Having graduated top of his class, Jude is a gifted pilot by any standards, and understands the deep and often complex inner workings of any dog fight.
Mechanic/Repair:
Time dedicated to the mechanical division of Carida, and his vast understanding pertaining to the workings of fighters, allows Jude to fix just about any problem a snub might experience given the right amount of time and parts. While his ability to fix about any problem relevant to a fighter is contained to mostly to fighters solely, he is able to take more then a few educated guesses when it comes to engine blocks on landspeeders and other ground vehicles.
Marksmanship:
Weapon Proficiency:Blaster Pistol
Having known the comfort of a sidearm since he was less then ten years of age, Jude is probably more fluent with the handling of a small handgun or slug thrower as opposed to the bulkiness of some rifles. Taught how to shoot from his father since the day he received a pistol as a present, there isn't much he can't hit so long as its not obstructed by an obstacle, or outside of the weapons firing range.
Weapon Proficiency:Blaster Rifle
Physical Attributes
Strength:55
Speed:65
Intelligence:78
Alignment:10+
Bio:
Leaving a Legacy: 3,918 BBY
Born on the planet Carida in 3,918, Jude was hair to a wealthy imperial family, his father having served a long and rewarding career in service to the Empire. Living out his retirement on Carida, he found a wife in the much younger Iline Plamp, Jude's mother.
They would marry mouths after meeting, under Moppet's constant pressure Iline would accept his proposal over time, against the better judgement of her friends and family. Soon enough Moppet became bored, not just with his retirement, but with his wife, neighbor's, easy living, life in general. As a means to end this, he thought a legacy would prove his last great triumph, someone to continue the name and follow in his footsteps.
Quickly informing his wife of his decision, Moppet ordered results immediately, and within ten mouths had himself a son. Against his wishes, Iline got to chose his name, and gave him her father's, Jude. They would return home the next day, with Moppet realizing within the week that Jude wouldn't be the loyal side project he had hoped, at least not right away.
What could a baby do, and it would be years before Moppet could even contemplate molding his son. The routine, pre-established, and orthodox nature of his life slowly drove the veteran mad with each day that passed. Living on his military pension, with Iline handling things that he deemed too womanly to take care of, like cleaning, shopping, and raising Jude, It left Moppet with very little do to, until one day when he opted to visit the well renown Academy of Carida.
Strolling through the walls of the institution, Originally to see an old war buddy assigned to be an instructor, Moppet began to consider joining the ranks of the tutors in the academy as he talked with his friend, Westen Rose. Rose informed Moppet that should he be genuinely interested in the position acquiring it would be no trouble for a man of his stature, having been honored, decorated, and celebrated by the empire a dozen times in a dozen different ways for a dozen different reasons.
He returned home that evening, and chewed on the thought while he poured over the holovision and the boloball game playing on it. In a week's time he would have made up his mind and returned to take the job. Rose was of course ecstatic, and put in an incredible recommendation, if only to ensure the position was completely clinched.
Pedigree Expenditure:3,915-3,911 BBY
As the years advanced, and Moppet continued his renewed love of life as the tutor to hundreds of impressionable young minds for the now more powerful then ever empire, he would gradually notice his son's increased awareness, his consciousness truly forming. Where he could watch his wife speak to the baby for hours on end without a single response beyond a laugh and a giggle, the boy began to slur words together to form his own pattern of speech.
Where he would once need to be carried about to his every destination, Moppet realized he began to drag himself across the ground from point A to point B, and then walk, and finally run. Once about only to drink milk, he would have teeth pushing through the fabric of his gums for use against all types of food.
The realization occurred in one heavy blow, seemingly overnight his son had started his first steps to becoming a man, a man Moppet could shape, the reason he had a child was now paying off. Instead of opting to join his fellow instructors after work, Moppet began to anxiously await every chance he'd get to see Jude, each time working obedience, compliance, and an all fearing, always wary, respect for authority into the child, no matter the means.
Since a very young age Jude would know to follow whatever command he was given by Moppet, otherwise he would learn what it meant to defy a direct command. Although he was his father in the most basic sense of the word, Jude never referred to Moppet as such, instead he would instruct Jude to call him King, and so he did, do avoid more consequences.
Jude's only down time would be the periods of work the King deciding to attend, Moppet often told his son he didn't have to do any of it, and that should the mood strike him, he could stay home at all times. The concept frightened young Jude, for most children the notion of having their father home at all times would probably be a blessing, but Jude took the story as exactly what it was, a threat, even from a young age he was able to identify it for what it was.
Despite making numerous claims of abuse to his mother, albeit, in a much more childish fashion, She ignored him, questioned his reason for such hideous lies when Moppet had been nothing but a kind provider and warm husband for as long as they had been together, and scolded him. However, after a certain point, the instant Iline decided to tell Moppet what his son had been saying, he never did so again, the concept of such a severe punishment that he wouldn't be able to flinch a finger putting him in line nicely after Moppet pulled his head back and told him the repercussions of any further word to Iline.
shortly after turning five Jude was enrolled, under the suggestion of his father to his mother, into the little imperial school for future officers, a top notch learning institution of which his father got him into thanks to a few contacts. Iline had no objections to the idea of her son following his father's footsteps, it had provided him with a good retirement, but she didn't hear of his war stories, the two seldom spoke in fact, only ever seeing each other over breakfast, or when going to bed.
In the little imperials school Jude was forced to war a uniform everyday to school to teach him what it's like, was taught the history of the empire, with stains in its history being covered up with lies, conspiracy, and propaganda from the tutors at the school to make the empire look better. And the ugly things, the slavery, raiding, xenophobia, hate crimes, sexism, and more, all that was put under one pretty tag to cover up any misdeeds the empire had ever done, or might ever do.
And Jude didn't know any better then to accept it as the truth, he believed every single word of it, the empire were the good guys, jedi were bad, republic was bad, Mandalorians were crazed murdering rapist, and aliens were inferior in every way, simply because they weren't human. When he would yell at a group of Ithorians, calling them tree hugging freaks, his father would actually look proud, having been raised the same way, he loved to see it, and knowing this, Jude only did it more, what child didn't want to impress his father?
Upon his seventh birthday, after years of preparing with lookalikes, Pellet guns, and holovids, Jude received his first blaster pistol from his father, one of few gifts genuinely given from the old man, And not exactly the most appropriate one for a seven year old. The king promised that after his party, a small gathering of Moppet's former imperial friends, now most, if not all, retired, his aunt, uncle, and grandfather on his mother's side, and exactly three of his friends the from academy, they would go and practice his aim on the firing range.
And Moppet stuck to his word, not one to be made a liar out of, he watched his alcohol consumption for the evening, walked his guest out, waited with Jude's friends until their parents arrived to take them, and offered s place to sleep for the extended family for the night, afterward taking the young man outback to further shape him.
Initially explaining the workings of a blaster, how to deconstruct one, clean it, and reconstruct it within moments, even going as far as to show him precisely how to do it in real time, and expecting him to understand how he did it within a week. Once finished with the simple warm ups, he finally told Jude the secret for shooting, at least, his secret.
Placing the firearm in his son's hand, with live ammunition, he told him to aim down his sight, using his arm as a guild up to the sight, keep his eyes open, take a breath, and easily whine back on the trigger. When he fired, and actually hit the intended target, a bulls eye set up beforehand, Jude was immensely pleased with himself, and expected Moppet to be as well, however after inspecting the quality of the shot, far off to the upper left of the center, he reminded his son that at best he would have nicked a man shoulder, and that it could be much better.
After practicing for nearly two hours that night, with each shot ranging around the same level of accuracy as the initial one, the two retired for the evening, Moppet taking the gun to his quarters, telling his son the gift was too dangerous to leave out of his watch.
Jude had the foolish instinct to argue with that, claiming that it was his and he should keep it, Moppet put the boy into place, reminding him who makes the money, and purchased the damn thing before excusing his son to his bedroom.
The following months were no different, with Moppet's routine life gradually falling back into place, a fact he both realized as it happened, and hated beyond reason. He would make spending time with Jude a part of this routine, teach the boy exactly what he had been since he was able to crawl, respect, discipline, and fear. Every evening after he returned from Carida Academy the two would practice with his blaster, at least two hours a day, everyday, no exception; Rain or shine.
However, that accompanying fall, Moppet was certain to enroll his son into the Carida academy for that semester, and subsequent ones, of schooling in the junior grade. While he did not seek, nor did he feel he needed to, the opinion of his wife on the matter, or wouldn't have made a difference. Iline had only married the old man for his money, and benefits from the empire.
Jude would begin the junior classes along with hundreds of other young, prospective imperials. All human, and most male, the children were a obvious reflection of what it was to stand for the empire, humanity was all superior, woman were generally weak and stupid, aliens were always crazed zealots with maddening religious ideas and notions that would lead them down a path of violence and murder to prove their point. Most were inbreed freaks meant only to serve the human race its food and clean their house, or at least that was what Jude learned in class his first week.
History wasn't much different, told that the jedi were terrorist fighting along side the aliens only for now, until they gained a foothold against the empire at which point they intended to betray the foolish species' that fell to their call. And despite the current condition of the downtrodden and bruised imperial war machine, the fight was far from over, and that their defeat in the core worlds was only a minor setback, and thanks to forward positions like Carida they would soon enough reclaim the core.
Jude knew in class not to question what he heard, winching at the concept of it during class. His foreknowledge into the consequences of curiosity was what made it even harder to watch as one of his fellow classmates stood up and asked what the jedi's motivation was, and how they were terrorist.
To his surprise, the teacher, Ms' Harris, did not snap back with a flurry of shouting and demands to know where exactly her student had found the right to ever question what she said. In sharp contrast to his horrible notion of the young girl being dragged out of class by her hair, and beaten for disobedience, Harris gave the question an answer, a rehearsed reply she had practiced a dozen times before, on a dozen different classes whom had asked the same question, or a slight variate of it, a dozen times before.
"The jedi's motivation is a simple one, child, they crave nothing more then power, to gain as much of it as possible, horde it for themselves, let the weak struggle in the shadow of their strength, all in an attempt to gain immortality."
That lie spawned another string of questions, to which Harris had another slur of lies of which she was ready to reply with. And with them more questions, again accompanied by another line of fabricated truths. However, seven year old children wouldn't know the difference between the two, especially not from someone who was in a position of trust like a teacher. And with Carida being the imperial controlled world it was, when the class would retire for the day and return to their families, and the children would tell their mother and father of what they learned today, the two would most commonly agree with it, having been exposed to the mass propaganda of the imperial news reel for years, since they themselves were mere teenager.
That, however, was not always the case, the exception being kids like Chronus Miek, a very rare exception at that, but one all the same. She would leader by referred to as, uncreative albeit, the girl with all the question, today though, the first day Jude ever saw her, she was just that stupid girl who took a step out of line. Daughter to a big shot politician who's left wing views in the imperial council, when it functioned, that is, Chronus was only accepted into the Carida academy due to her father's connections. When she got home at night and told Uranius of what she learned in school that day, he would not only tell her the truth behind it all, but demanded to know exactly what it was they were teaching his daughter at the academy day in and day out.
This would be the cause of some classroom drama the next day, as all the kids sitting in their little desk wondered exactly who would come out victorious in the battle between Uranius and Ms' Harris as one yelled at the top of his lungs in outrage at what he heard, and the other tried repeatedly to convince him to speak with her away from the students. Ultimately Chronus continued to be schooled at the academy, however she had "Personalized" History, and social studies, and gradually become something of a pariah to the rest of the class, seeing her now only in Huttese and firearm familiarity classes.
As days would fly by the calendar, And Jude would play out his life with the same routine day in and day out, first with various studies of history, all of which were designed to indoctrinate the class with as much false truths and misdirection as possible. Afterward he would again be educated in basic firearms, never touching the weapons, at least not in class, and following it he would do foreign studies, that meant alien. From Learning their language should he ever have the misfortune to deal with such beings, which most imperial troopers did, it was an unavoidable fate, to their history, again miscontorted and twisted into something unrecognizable to anyone with foreknowledge into galactic happenings. Once home again he would be taught how to actually fire a blaster with his father, and again pushed to always do better, as everything was considered a failure or not quite good enough.
His home studies would also be strictly observed by Moppet, who criticized every answer or solution Jude would use for any number of problems he was told to figure out before the next day of school. Little to no support was offered by his mother, whom barely recognized the fact she had a son, too obsessed with spending the excess amounts of money Moppet now made with retirement, pension, and his work as an instructor. Jude was living nearly sixteen hour days consisting of nothing but study, followed by sleep
This pattern would continue for the next three years at the academy, during which time his knowledge of what the empire wanted him to believe to be fact would grow to the point that he could recite some act of fiction better then most could fact. He could speak fluent Huttese by the end of his second semester, and had started learning Rodese by the time he turned ten.
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