It has been nearly 20 years since
Emperor Palatine liberated the galaxy
from the corruption of the Republic
and the warmongering Jedi Order.
The Galactic Empire has provided
peace, stability, and order to the denizens
of the galaxy but are beset by violent
terrorists who call themselves the “Rebel Alliance”.
While the Imperial Military bravely fight to
maintain order throughout the empire, a highly
classified initiative that could provide the
Empire with the edge it needs to end the threat
of continued violence nears fruition.
On the planet CODIA, in a secret imperial
academy, the first of the EMPEROR’S HANDS
are preparing to enter service; special agents
and Force users who have been raised to
harness their extraordinary abilities for the good
of the Empire and who will carry out the most
clandestine of operations on behalf of the
Emperor himself.
Today, the first candidates prepare for their FINAL
TEST before graduation…
Session 01: One Last Lesson
A flock of birds bursts from the tree line just visible beyond the Academy’s compound walls as a series of electric hums fill the cool morning air. Dozens of fluttering black silhouettes in the dawn light disappear into Codia's distinctively pink sky.
In the Academy’s large outdoor training arena, four TRD-2 Training Droids have ignited the double bladed training lightsabers with which they are commonly equipped. The droids are arrayed around your objective: a newly constructed round opening at the very center of the arena. You know little of your target, other than that it is an item located down that hole.
You stand at medium distance, about 40 meters away, by the dull grey, plasticrete wall that rings the sunken training circle. At your side is your own training lightsaber, issued by the Academy years before. Though you may carry your own equipment, you are not allowed to bring any personal weapons to these lessons.
From your vantage point, you can see 2 other students around the wall, positioned at your 4 and 8 o’clock. Hanging in the air you spot a surveillance drone, feeding an image of your progress back to your tutors.
Over your comlink you hear the gravelly voice of your mentor, Vidarr Hoss, "Alright hotshots," His voice drips with irony, "You might be graduating today but that doesn't mean I'm about to take it any easier on you this morning. Your objective is an "artifact" that lies somewhere at the bottom of that hole. How you obtain it is up to you."