FN-3043 was nervous. More nervous than he had ever been in his entire life. A ceremony was taking place. The ceremony that would make him officially Captain Spere.
Captain. Captain Spere. He liked that name. It had a nice ring to it. In any case, it was much better than being called FN-3043 for the rest of his days, however long that might be.
He stood, glancing at his reflection in the polished wall. He looked rather dapper.
His blond hair was perfectly greased back to make him look more like an officer. He was wearing shiny black and red stormtrooper armor. A long red cape flowed from his shoulders. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He felt like he was dreaming. That at any moment he would be slapped awake back to a reality where he was no more than a number.
But that wasn’t the reality. He was Captain Spere and he would be an instrumental piece in the First Order’s fight against the Resistance. He would prove his mettle time and time again and who knows. Maybe one day, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren would assign him to an even higher ranking. But he wouldn’t let his ambition cloud this moment.
This ceremony was about to change his life forever.
The door opened in his small sitting area and none other than T4-79 was waiting for him.
“Sir, it is time.”