Price of War (Aric Jorgan x Havoc Squad CO) ON HOLD

Intro: Hyperspace Past

Maleena's POV

Hyperspace... everything seems calm here...but I know better... War, that's all there is anymore. All I am. -- My first day in the Academy. I walk off the shuttle with the rest of the Cadets and Privates. The landing pad is connected to a castle-like structure, multiple towers each with cannons on the top. Along with many hover tanks and other weaponry surrounding the Academy. Before I can continue analyzing all of the weaponry, we are greeted by the Administrator, a few officers, a young woman, and a young man.

"CADETS FALL IN!!!" The cadets and I line up, a four-person width and four line length.

"Cadets, Privates, welcome to the Academy of Carida where you will learn to be a soldier for the Galactic Republic. I am the Administrator here. All of you were the best in your training camps and we expect great things from you. This is Private First Class' Nathan D'yson and Katrea Fxen they are the best students we have. They will be your guides for the next few weeks." He points to the young man and woman.

The man named Nathan is a tan, tall and muscular young man. He has bright green eyes and chestnut hair in a military regulation buzz cut. He is quite handsome actually...WAIT I DIDN'T THINK THAT! Anyway... Katrea is actually quite short and skinny, with porcelain skin, dark blue eyes and her space black hair is in a low bun. She seems too...innocent I guess would be the word. To young. Though I can't really complain, I'm only nineteen.

D'yson and Fxen step forward and D'yson yells a command. "Cadets! Rank, Name, Age, and Specialization Sound Off!!!" One by one each cadet sounds off. "Private Aaron Gavex, eighteen, demolitions!" "Cadet Garn Frej, seventeen, medical!" "Cadet Zareena Udulla, Sixteen, engineering!" All the way to me. "Private Maleena Theros, Nineteen, and my specializations are forward assault, search and destroy, and recon."

"Three specializations Private?" Fxen finally speaks.

"Yes Private!" I say without hesitation. -- I'm pulled out of my memory as the shuttle jerks out of hyperspace, a blockade of ships firing at us. Ord Mantell... "Alright everybody hold on getting past this blockade is going to be tough." The pilot says through the intercom. "Just don't let that blockade be tougher than you Flight Lieutenant!" I yell.