***6 May 2005 - TK-222

 

“TK-222 in position.”, the trooper spoke into her commlink, as she watched the Tyderian shuttle land next to the house.

The house that was being surrounded. A gang was about to be arrested and taken away to Dathomir prison. The Looneys.. apparently they had bombed the medcentre a while ago.. at this evening when Jane had been stealing doctor Roseward’s droid. Aaricia Silverstar, Sabine Lanark.. Jane Doe. What did it matter, as a trooper she didn’t have any name, only a callsign: TK-222.

“Squad Aurek, move towards the entrance of the house.”, she heard a voice in her helmet commlink. Like a voice in her head. She followed the other troopers from her squad towards the entrance and there she waited, the E11 carbine held in her hands tightly. She stared at the weapon, it felt like a feather in her gloved hands. It was noon, the hottest time of the day on this dustball, but she didn’t sweat a drop. For her the temperature was comfortable because of the temperature control from the armor she was wearing.

Good guys wear white.

She sighed as she heard HK-619 shouting: GO GO GO!

They bashed the door and moved inside, there two women and a very dark colored bothan were standing together, surrounded by bottles and boxes of spice. They looked like they were on spice.

“Come and join the party!”, one of them said, cackling.

“I didn’t know that we had invited so many guests.”

“You are under Imperial arrest, hands on your heads!”, HK-619 shouted.

TK-222 stared at the bothan, it looked familiar and somehow it made her feel sad. She was beginning to understand this mechanism more by now.. with familiar things and faces; the memories were gone and probably they would never come back, but still every familiar thing or face gave her some specific feeling. It was frustrating that she didn’t know anything more than only.. a feeling, but that’s the way it was. The only thing to handle it was just to accept it. Maybe later she could find out more.. but probably not in her own mind. It was weird to realize that the only way you can remember things.. is to find this out like some detective. To find out about your own past, as if this is the past of somebody else. With a frustrated sigh she kicked some spice jars away with her right boot, staring blankly into space.

“Get the prisoners out of here.”, HK-619 commanded. She stared at one of the officers from the MESF, that had come with them to this house.. that apparently was the ‘base’ from the Looneys. The man was cuffing the bothan. With another trooper, that apparently was called ‘NK-546’, as this showed up on the HUD that was projected on the lenses of her helmet when she looked at him, she dragged the prisoners outside. Towards the shuttle, that had ‘Dathomir prison’ as destination.

Dathomir prison.. she remembered it, vaguely. Now she looked back at this period she realized that it maybe had been some test, a loyalty test of her. Because if she had still been rebel, she would certainly have revolted against the guards. She knew that she certainly would have done this, if she had been the ‘old’ Aaricia. The poor old Aaricia that had been brainwashed since her birth, believing in false thoughts, being exploited by a group of terrorists. She was happy that she had been released out of the prison.. after having killed this psycho guy. Only the strong survive..

The other prisoners.. would they still be living now?

 

“Put them into the shuttle.”, HK-619 ordered,”TK-222..”

She stared at him, his callsign projected on her HUD.

“Get back to base, on the double!”

She saluted him and rushed towards her speeder. She was alone now, standing at the edge of a precipice, a big valley in front of her.

Why was she sent back to base, she wondered. She seemed to be the only one. Ah.. whatever.. she shrugged and after searching between the lots of speeders she found hers, jumped on it and rushed back to base.

 

She thought back at this day.. only a few hours she had successfully passed the final ‘test’ before she was promoted to private and had become a stormtrooper. She and HK-619 had patrolled the city as he watched her actions. It all went easy.. she had already had so many patrols that she didn’t have to do much effort to say and do the things right. Of course there were some minor things, details.. but well she was still learning, and faults were a part of this. Making faults was nothing but evolution.

There was this dog, it seemed to be on spice; it dared to be a bit non-polite to them so they humiliated it.. it made Jane grin, she enjoyed these kind of things more and more. The power.. they could do whatever they wanted, especially with aliens. Yes, in the beginning it hard been hard, very hard, to do these kind of things. But it was getting easier and easier.

 

She parked her speeder in the base and ran inside the barracks, where she put off the helmet and with this transformed back to Jane Doe. She thought back at the promotion..

 

“You are now a fully qualified stormtrooper, private Doe.”, HK-619 told her, “Go and get your armor, wear it with pride. Do not fail the Emperor!”

“I’ll never fail him!”, she shouted with a enthusiastic voice and then she was issued the armor.

Slowly she put on the armor in the private dormitory, piece by piece, one shiny white part after another.

Good guys wear white.

She clipped the belt around her middle and then sat on the bed to put on the shiny white boots..

I’m one of the good guys now.

In front of the mirror she put on the helmet and stared into the black lenses, now hers.

“Testing communications system.. this is TK-222.”, she spoke, after she clicked with her tongue.

From now on she wasn’t Jane Doe anymore, she was TK-222.