Inevitable Destruction. That was the only word that one would use to describe what was left in your wake.
The one and only death trooper to exist in the first order. You were trained by the last living trooper of the Galactic empire.
Everyone feared...
Early mornings were as dull as usual for many staff members. During which the trooper training centre would be empty, no better time to focus on my training. Phasma always accompanied me before breakfast since I was the only one who could actually pose a challenge and she was the only one who could do the same for me.
I rubbed my eyes, cleaning away the residue of my sleep. Though, my bed called to me, I had to shake off its seduction as I slowly fell into its clutches. I shook my head and continued to rub my eyes until different shapes flashed before my retina. I stretched out my limbs, jerking them awake and made my way into the bathroom.
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My living space was small but tidy. I never asked for more than what I was given, it was what I had been taught. I had practically made this little hut of mine a cosy home. The aching feeling of my OCD always dragged me out of my exhaustion to keep everything in place. I rubbed my face, harshly as I stood infront of the bathroom which had no doors, courtesy of first order paranoia.
I pulled my hair up to a messy ponytail, letting the faucet pour icy cold water onto my virgin palms that flinched at the touch. I dreaded the moment that required for me splash this liquid upon my tired skin.
Finally mustering up the courage, I hiss at the touch as the water puches me awake with a sharp stabbing pain that invaded my pores. My body ceases all movement momentarily before dropping my shoulders. The water still haunted my body, leaving it more rigid than before. I sigh, loving to brush my teeth. Troopers were never allowed a mirror to gaze at their faces. I had no inkling of the features that adorned my skin, only the thought of it wrinkling at my young age.
I stepped out of the bathroom, if one would call it that, patting my skin as the towel absorbed away all the drops of water that trickled down my skin.
I stared down at the shiny black trooper armour always made me stand out from the crowd, not that there was much in my presence and for good reason. Even the ones in great hurry avoided my path fully knowing the consequence of bumping into my clean suit.
The door hissed to the sides, my eyes wandered around the room finding no soul to reside within these walls and that's as just how I preferred it. I had always felt a pang of nervousness at how my superiors would react to my gender given that there was no file on me. The grey walls were lined with bright blue lights that had to power to burn through my eyes. The black mats called to me.
