Djak Mikos
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Everyone asks me that question.
When they feel like they’ve gotten to know me well enough, they pluck up their courage and ask me that. THAT. You’d think people would wonder about other things. The scar on my chin. The training, where I came from. But no. The only thing they seem interested in is How Do You Crap In That.
I’m not saying. I’m tired of trying to explain how the armor and bodysuit work. You can keep on wondering.
Don’t you even want to know my name?
Hey, babe, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. For your information, my name is Jak Carmone, Imperial Stormtrooper ***-435-000. Now do you understand the chain of command?
Sheesh! You’d think that more people would have heard of us! Not officially, but through rumors. I’ll have to check with our propagandists and see what they’ve been doing wrong. Well, Miss Captain, I’m with the ***st legion. While it’s true that I’m only a Lieutenant, I’ve got the authority to strip-search you here in front of your men. You see, we’re the secret police. The undercover agents. We’re everywhere, ferreting out disloyalty, running stings, and in general being a pain in everyone’s ass. We also do covert ops against non-enemies. If I decided to suspect you of being an enemy mole, I could probably ruin the rest of your career right here and now. All it takes is one comm call.
Hey, hey, hey, don’t freak out on me now! If I recall, you were the one who started it by calling me a ‘meat-can’ and asking how I use the refreshers in armor. I’m not a meat-can. Nor am I a ‘wet droid’, a ‘shiny boy’, ‘cannon fodder’, or anything else other than Imperial Stormtrooper. Copy?
There. Now that that little unpleasantness is behind us, maybe we can get on with business? I came up to the bridge for a reason, and you’d better listen because I’m not repeating it. At 1400 hours exactly, you’re going to need to drop out of hyperspace. At 1405 hours, you’re going to resume travel. At that time, you’re going to insert this datachip into your console. It’ll do the rest of the work for you, namely erasing all signs that you did, in fact, drop out. You’ll make no log records and do your best to forget about this. Simple enough for you?
Great! I knew you’d be reasonable. See you around, Captain.
RESPOND QUERY: CARMONE, JAK
Imperial Stormtrooper, ***435-000, age 32.
Special Duties: SP-001, the identification and removal of enemy agents.
Commanding Officers: Answers only to S-COMM authority.
Notes: Specializes in Black Ops, undercover work, and long-range reconnaissance. His parents both served with distinction in the Navy, but Jak indicated a preference for direct action. Highly skilled actor.
When they feel like they’ve gotten to know me well enough, they pluck up their courage and ask me that. THAT. You’d think people would wonder about other things. The scar on my chin. The training, where I came from. But no. The only thing they seem interested in is How Do You Crap In That.
I’m not saying. I’m tired of trying to explain how the armor and bodysuit work. You can keep on wondering.
Don’t you even want to know my name?
Hey, babe, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. For your information, my name is Jak Carmone, Imperial Stormtrooper ***-435-000. Now do you understand the chain of command?
Sheesh! You’d think that more people would have heard of us! Not officially, but through rumors. I’ll have to check with our propagandists and see what they’ve been doing wrong. Well, Miss Captain, I’m with the ***st legion. While it’s true that I’m only a Lieutenant, I’ve got the authority to strip-search you here in front of your men. You see, we’re the secret police. The undercover agents. We’re everywhere, ferreting out disloyalty, running stings, and in general being a pain in everyone’s ass. We also do covert ops against non-enemies. If I decided to suspect you of being an enemy mole, I could probably ruin the rest of your career right here and now. All it takes is one comm call.
Hey, hey, hey, don’t freak out on me now! If I recall, you were the one who started it by calling me a ‘meat-can’ and asking how I use the refreshers in armor. I’m not a meat-can. Nor am I a ‘wet droid’, a ‘shiny boy’, ‘cannon fodder’, or anything else other than Imperial Stormtrooper. Copy?
There. Now that that little unpleasantness is behind us, maybe we can get on with business? I came up to the bridge for a reason, and you’d better listen because I’m not repeating it. At 1400 hours exactly, you’re going to need to drop out of hyperspace. At 1405 hours, you’re going to resume travel. At that time, you’re going to insert this datachip into your console. It’ll do the rest of the work for you, namely erasing all signs that you did, in fact, drop out. You’ll make no log records and do your best to forget about this. Simple enough for you?
Great! I knew you’d be reasonable. See you around, Captain.
RESPOND QUERY: CARMONE, JAK
Imperial Stormtrooper, ***435-000, age 32.
Special Duties: SP-001, the identification and removal of enemy agents.
Commanding Officers: Answers only to S-COMM authority.
Notes: Specializes in Black Ops, undercover work, and long-range reconnaissance. His parents both served with distinction in the Navy, but Jak indicated a preference for direct action. Highly skilled actor.