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Canino
01.01.2013 , 07:33 AM | #21
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The Minder waited patiently, without comment, sipping his coffee.

After about ten minutes, the boy turned around and came back to the table. The confusion had gone from his face; he was still nervous, but determined. "All right, I'm in", he said.

The Minder smiled, almost triumphantly. "Excellent, I hoped you would." He stood up, put down his coffee cup and extended his hand for the boy to shake. "Welcome to your new life, Eckard Lokin."
Woah. I did not expect that at all. Great twist!
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01.01.2013 , 12:09 PM | #22
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The Minder smiled, almost triumphantly. "Excellent, I hoped you would." He stood up, put down his coffee cup and extended his hand for the boy to shake. "Welcome to your new life, Eckard Lokin."
Ahaha, love it! I find Lokin one of the hardest companions to get into...but this is such a believable start for him.
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iamthehoyden
01.01.2013 , 01:17 PM | #23
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"Welcome to your new life, Eckard Lokin."
*gasp* (seriously, I actually gasped out loud)
Also, you are a very brave man to take on Lokin - that man is the very devil to write.
Also also, entirely believable beginning to the enigma that is Lokin. Well done
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01.02.2013 , 01:02 PM | #24
*chortles* I was fairly certain no-one would see it coming. I adore Lokin, he's one of the most interesting companions for me. He's so enigmatic and complex, I really wanted to try and get into his head and find out what made him tick. So I tried to approach him as though he was one of my own roleplayed characters and make a back story for him, and this is the result
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01.02.2013 , 01:02 PM | #25
Relieved and euphoric, a big grin spread across Lokin's face. “Thanks”, he said, and meant it. “So what happens now?”

“I hand you over to another Minder who will sort out getting you into one of the training academies. Then you work hard, survive that, and maybe I'll see you out in the field one day.”

“Will you be back out on the streets looking for more juvenile delinquents?” Lokin grinned again, still lightheaded with euphoria and with a big bubble of nervous excitement in his chest.

The Minder shook his head. “No, you were my last recruit, and, I think, one of my best. As of tomorrow, my Minder designation gets passed on to someone else and I have to get used to being called Agent instead. Most of us fill more than one role in our careers here. You'll find all this out.”

He picked up Lokin's cup and put it in the recycler with his coffee cup, then opened the door and gestured to Lokin to precede him.
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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01.04.2013 , 01:33 PM | #26
The Imperial Intelligence academy to which Lokin was sent was on a small world of otherwise minimal strategic value, unsettled as far as he knew apart from the Imperial Intelligence organisation. It was not just an academy, it was the regional Intelligence HQ as well. Consequently it was large, well over a thousand people working in the complex of buildings, only around fifty of them agents in training.

Other than the people employed directly by Intelligence, there was a sizable town surrounding it made up mainly of support – schools, hospitals, shops, communications, transport, power generation, droid production, etc; architects, civil engineers, builders and allied trades to provide and maintain roads, housing, offices and all the other buildings. There was a large agricultural region and hydroponics enough to make the world largely self-supporting foodwise. There was a police force, a set of barracks for the military, and a spaceport. All of this needed industry to support it with manufacture, assembly, maintenance and repairs of droids and machinery. Then there were the cosmetic things: gardeners to maintain the parks, a small colony of artists, musicians, actors.

Lokin had never thought before about just how interconnected everything was and how complex the web of a city could be. They studied these linkages a lot later on when considering sabotage tactics. The thousands of occupants of the town were, on the whole, fairly tolerant about their workplaces being used for practicing infiltration and sabotage by the trainee agents. Mostly the damage was minor, and Intelligence always paid for full repairs plus quite generous compensation for the inconvenience.

For the first few days after he arrived at the academy they were put through a series of intensive medical tests to assess everything from resting heart rate down to how fast their toenails grew, or so it seemed. Quite a few of his his intake - a group of ten all around 16 or 17 years old - became vociferously fed up, but Lokin was fascinated and asked question after question. The medics seemed amused by his interest and patiently answered all of them. (A long time later he found a note in his file from one of them which simply read: "Insatiable curiosity. Recommend full medical training so someone else can answer his questions for a change.")

Then they started on the physical and mental ability testing, fitness, balance, hand-eye coordination, pattern finding, problem solving. Individual strengths and weaknesses started to emerge, all noted in their files by the instructors. There was a debriefing session after each test, and Lokin not only found himself stretched by the testing but learning a huge amount from the post-test discussions.

He managed to make a mark very early on during the testing. They were given a series of questions about obscure things and told to find the answers any way they could. Naturally the group went immediately to their holonet terminals, and started searching. Lokin was going to initiate a search, but then sat frowning thoughtfully at his screen. The instructor had said "any way you can". Any way. He remembered that, during the initial orientation tour, they had been shown a place called, or possibly just nicknamed, the Link, an information hub filled with about twenty people (and a hundred or so data screens) whose whole job was just to find things out.

Lokin typed a few random things into his terminal then locked it, blanked the screen and stood up. The girl next to him, a hard-faced cynical 17-year-old called Adnega, eyed him. "Where are you going?"

"Just to get a drink", Lokin replied blandly. "Set a search algorithm up, it'll take a while for the results."
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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iamthehoyden
01.04.2013 , 03:08 PM | #27
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: "Insatiable curiosity. Recommend full medical training so someone else can answer his questions for a change.")
Hahaha! Cute, and very Lokin, lol.
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01.05.2013 , 04:52 AM | #28
He wandered casually out of the room, then went swiftly and purposefully to the Link. Assuming a confidence he didn't really feel, he walked up to the reception desk and handed the clerk on duty his datapad. "Can you get that information for me?"

The clerk, a middle-aged man with greying hair and twinkling blue eyes, glanced over the list then gave Lokin a knowing smile. "Of course we can, Mr Lokin, we'll probably have most of it on file somewhere. But you gave me your datapad, not a good idea." He shook his head with mock sadness.

Lokin was a bit taken aback. "Why not?"

"Well, for a start, I have this little gadget here", he tapped a plain black box on his desk, about two centimetres thick and ten square. "I just have to rest your datapad on this for six seconds and it'll take a full mirror of all the information on it. And then I've got this one", he pointed at something that just looked like an innocent pen. "That'll apply a microdot transmitter so I could track you wherever you go."

Lokin's eyes were widening and the clerk chuckled. "I've got this too, though it's a bit more obvious, but I'd just have to distract your attention for about thirty seconds or so and I'd have the case open, an extra little chip inserted and case closed again, and then I'd be able to see everything you do on the pad. Or I could spray various drugs on the surface which are absorbed through the skin, and in a few minutes have you unconscious, singing your life story to the world, or just dead."

Lokin stared at him, horrified. "I am never handing my datapad to anyone again, ever!"

The clerk chuckled again. "Lesson learned, excellent. Name's Stac Pollaidh by the way, just call me Poll, everyone else does."

"Thanks ...err.. Poll. Can I come back and talk to you again some time about all these gadgets and stuff?" Lokin looked hopeful.

"Oh, you'll get all this in your lessons later on, don't worry. But sure, any time you're passing, drop in. Anyone here will be happy to chat about what they do. After all, you might end up as one of us some day." Poll winked. "Now, let's see about this information."
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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01.06.2013 , 02:55 AM | #29
Half an hour later, Lokin was striding cockily back to his holonet terminal. The others were all still hard at work. He surreptiously uploaded the data and then sat back for a moment, smirking with satisfaction. But then he pretended to carry on working, just so the others wouldn't suspect anything.

Another couple of hours passed, and then the instructor returned to see how they were doing. All of the group had obtained at least some of the information, some more than others, but only Lokin had the complete set.

The instructor knew exactly what Lokin had done, unfortunately. Whether the trainees were tracked constantly (probably) or whether Poll had reported it (possibly), he didn't know, but he waited with defiant resignation for the inevitable dressing down.

However, to the amazement of all and jealous stares of the others, the instructor awarded him a commendation. "Mr Lokin did what none of the rest of you did. He listened to exactly what I asked for, and found the swiftest and most efficient way to do it. Don't see this as cheating or getting around the rules, round here it's called lateral thinking and it's strongly encouraged. Always remember that, whilst Agents sometimes work alone, they are almost never in complete isolation. Imperial Intelligence is like a single organism, each part of it supporting the others.”

He looked round at the group. “The object of Agent training is to turn you into specialised generalists.”

Then he smiled at their confused expressions. "We need you to be able to do many different things and to a high level, but no-one can do everything or know everything. When it comes to needing something very specific, use all the specialist resources you have. That might be a team of people that you're working with directly, or it might be calling back to Central Headquarters or a local HQ such as this one for support. Mr Lokin has demonstrated this admirably."

Initially that caused a certain amount of resentment and Lokin found himself ostracised for a few days. But within a couple of weeks, they were all vying with one another to find the best ways of 'cheating', and discussing their methods together.
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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iamthehoyden
01.06.2013 , 08:54 AM | #30
Lol, classic agent training - let's teach you all how to cheat!
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