Sev Uldor

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Everything that I am, I owe to the Empire, for I have known no other family but the Imperial Fleet. My earliest memory is of the young lieutenant who found me, a lost and pathetic child in some bloody warzone he had crash-landed his fighter into. I was weak and could only slow him down, yet he kept me close and protected me throughout the battle. He took me with him when the fighting was over, knowing I had nowhere to go and hoping that the Fleet might foster me. I remember he dared to argue with his skeptical commander, vouching for my 'extraordinary courage under fire'. I remember thinking how excessive that was... I'm sure I whimpered every time a blaster bolt whizzed by. The commander was eventually convinced, though, and I was shipped to the academy. For the first few months, the lieutenant made regular contact, offering advice and encouragement. Then his messages abruptly stopped. I thought perhaps he was disappointed in how I had performed thus far in my training, so I swore to try harder. When the silence continued I pushed myself to the absolute limit of my energy and ability, but still it was not enough. I realize now that he never knew how well or how poorly I did, and that he was most likely just killed in action. I can't remember his name or his face, but I can remember his voice and his inexplicable faith in my future. My entire life has been about proving the worth that one lieutenant saw in me as a puppy. Absurd, really. It was just pity that made him take me with him and find a life for me in the Fleet, he could not possibly have known that I would ever show any talent for piloting or strategy. A wiser man would have just followed standard protocol and left the filthy pup cowering in the dirt. On a battlefield, a wiser man would have bigger priorities than saving just one child.

Let me never grow so wise as that.

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Name: Sev Uldor.
Faction: Imperial.
Rank: Admiral.
Species: Shistavanen.
Age: 41.
Height: 6'3".
Weight: 190 lb.
Colours: White fur with black markings, blue eyes.
Distinguishing Marks: Markings on cheeks.
Force Sensitive: No.

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Even for a WIP, I love this one. The ending sentence wrapped all the emotion up nicely.
 
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