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10.11.2012 , 07:49 PM |
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SQUEE! More Aiden-verse.
For that matter, MOAR AIDEN!
Ok... you asked for it...
Teaching: Imperial Academy... Aiden style
Everyone knows that Imperial Intelligence agents are taught all manner of persuasion: violence, blackmail, confidence games, seduction. I often wondered as a physically active young man wandering the streets of Dromund Kaas exactly how you would standardize teaching seduction.
I was looking for a way to expand my skillset, I could talk my way into most places, I could seduce a number of women, I could fight an average person, but I had a feeling that once I faced someone with more experience and wit than the average rube I would look like the kid I really was. The only place that trained force-blinds in the Empire was the Academy, but attending took money or signing your life away, and I couldn’t afford either of those things.
I did manage to sneak into their training facilities as a cadet more than a few times. I did it so often a few people began to think I was a trainee. I suspected at least one of the instructors knew I didn’t belong, but for whatever reason, he didn’t kill or arrest me. Finally, one day he approached me.
“Been watching you,” he said. He was a giant man with an accent that marked him a class below the other instructors.
I remained silent preparing to run, I had seen his classes, fighting would have been pointless.
He laughed when he noticed my flight muscles twitch. “You remind me of my little brother. He just shipped out to his first assignment. He’s a beanpole too, reckon he’ll fill out some eventually.” He laughed again slapping me on the back. I forced myself not to stagger. “Look kid, I know you don’t belong here, but you got talent just getting in, and durasteel ones for even trying. We need that 'round here, more than them data pushers upstairs. So here’s my offer, you’ll be my assistant, an’ you can have access to any class you want to take.”
It was more than fair it was generous. There was no reason for anyone to be generous in the Empire, not to strangers.
“What’s the catch?” I asked.
“You’ll be my assistant.” He said darkly and his entire demeanor changed, suddenly it wasn’t an offer it was a pact.
“Sound like a deal.”
“Good,” his lighter disposition returned, he held out his massive hand, “The names Pierce, not regular military so I don’t got a rank.”
“I don’t have a name.” I said, it wasn’t quite true, I actually had several names but none of them were real. He glared at me a moment wondering if I was being cheeky. Then his face split in a huge grin and he laughed genuinely, I realized his previous laughs had been fake.
“You’re going to fit right in. Alright, I’ll tell everyone you’re one of my brothers.”
Pierce taught all forms of close quarters fighting. I assisted him by being an example of how to hit someone and how to counter being hit. I had been right about one thing, once I faced an opponent who knew what he was doing; I looked and felt like a kid. But I was happy, I was stronger and learning quickly, I was going through half the kolto I was when I started, and some of the other classes I took were starting to sink in. I think Pierce also saw I had potential outside of being a living training dummy.
“How old are you kid?” Pierce asked when I had been there about six months.
“Don’t suppose you’ve been with a woman before?” The conversation was taking an odd turn, but it wasn’t exactly a subject I was shy about.
“Do you really want to know?”
Now he looked at me appraisingly. “This’ll be good.”
“Do you know of a man who went by Watcher Sixteen?”
He managed to keep his expression neutral. “Died last year.”
“My first was his widow, she paid me ten thousand credits.”
He choked helplessly on his laughter, I pounded his back until he could speak. His face was red and tears formed in the corners of his eyes.
“Ah, kid. I wish I could adopt you.” He said wiping his eyes. “Come on, someone else needs an assistant.”
The classroom had a typical auditorium layout. Seats lined rows going up a steep slope so that everyone could see the instructor and the holoprojector in the front of the class. Only this class contained no projector, instead it boasted a large bed. The class was empty except for a woman, she was in her late forties, fit and stern in appearance, she wore her military uniform with precision and an air of authority. She analyzed me critically.
“Pierce,” she said looking at the instructor, “He’s too easy.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t look at me that way, child.” She said testily, “I don’t mean you would sleep with anyone, though I’m betting that you would. This class is meant to instruct seduction. The purpose is for our agents to be able to pretend to love anyone. But you,” she scoffed, “Even our men could love someone who looks like you, too easy.”
“Use him for the beginner class, you keep complaining the girls are too shy.” Pierce suggested. Something about his expression made me wonder why he was volunteering me to do this.
“Who’s the usual assistant for this class?” I asked, the rigid woman eyed Pierce and winked at me. I tried not to laugh at my ‘brother.’
“I’m an instructor,” he grumbled, “Can’t keep getting pulled out of my work to have some soon-to-be Ensign pawing at me.”
“Fine,” she said, “You, pretty, you’ll show up every other day I’ll share you with your brother. You will work with men and women though mostly women, the boys will just have to watch.”
Just then a class arrived, many of the students eyed me appraisingly, the young women especially. The men observed me with variety of expressions from cold disgust to mild interest to something bordering on hunger. They hurried to their seats as the instruction bell chimed.
I looked out at a sea of faces all uniformly serious now that class was in session. As one, they pulled out their datapads to take notes. “Be warned,” the instructor said to her newest assistant in a low voice, “This is not meant to be pleasant for you, it rarely will be.”
“She’s right about that.” Pierce muttered.
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