I wrote this a bit ago and couldn't find the post... [spoiler]My name is Drell Monphit, and this is my story. Ever since I was a little boy, I wanted to be in the navy, The Imperial navy, of course. But I didn’t want to be a pilot like the other kids. I thought bigger. I wanted a ship of course, not a space station. I wanted my very own Star Destroyer. At only 8 years old I could rattle of the dimensions of the Imperial-class Star Destroyer. With a length of 1,600 meters I truly felt small, and I loved that. The dagger shape was the most beautiful thing in my eyes, its dome-like shield generators reminding me of its true purpose. I wanted to captain one, call it my own. When I was 14 years old an Imperial officer came to my school. He told us about the Navy and the exciting adventures he had had. The best part was when he took us outside, and showed us his ship. Barely 1,000 feet above us was the Demeanor, his ISP. You can blame the Empire for some of our troubles, but you gotta give them credit for a good education system that inspired young minds. The sleek grey shaped scared most of my classmates, but I walked forward, looking up in fascination. The officer saw I wasn’t scared and showed an interest, and told me to always look up. I remembered his name, and hoped he would remember mine. I’m skipping over some here, but I want to catch you up to the present day. This period of time went pretty slow, and the only notable occurrence was that I didn’t stop looking to the stars. Follow your dreams, kids. You never know where it might go. After my 18th birthday I entered officer school. It was tough to get in for sure, but I had letters of recommendation from all my sports coaches, all my teachers and one captain. Yes, I reached out to him and proved I was that kid. He personally wrote to the office of applications and recommended me. What a great guy. Truly a role model. After completing a basic training course, we were shipped to an obscure dry dock in the Outer Rim. Apparently they wanted to show us the extent of our reach and to encourage us. I was having second thoughts. Trapped inside a windowless cruiser for 3 weeks took its toll on me. Maybe the Navy wasn’t as great as I thought it was. We began our final descent and my spirits followed. I wanted out of the school, but that would take at least another 3 weeks back. My stomach hurt and I felt unwell. We landed, and walked down the ramp. Following in line and looking kind of green, I was on my last legs. And that’s when I saw it. An entire ISP was held in the same hanger as us. My classmates jaws dropped as we realized the ship we were in. For this was on no planet. We were on a ship big enough to hold an Imperial Star Destroyer. My hopes rose, but then I thought we were on another lame Death Star. Super weapons are cool and all, but I’d take a ship over any station. That’s when our commanding officer showed us a hologram of what we were on. The Supremacy wasn’t fully built of course, but this drydock test was a testament to its size. I was on board no Starkiller base, but a ship through and through. I still loved the ISP, but from that day on my heart was stolen. I didn’t quit that day. In fact, I graduated from officer school. Where I ended up is a tale for another time, but this will set the scene for my other tales. [/spoiler]