Fresh Intel [7.102 BBY]

[Hadrian Distorith]

Intelligence Academy of Carida

7 BBY

Third year. It was third year already. Two years down and two to go before everyone in her group who made it to graduation would begin their first work as fully certified agents of IMPINTEL. Everyone was returning from break, some having gone home to visit families, others attending advancement sessions and lastly, a unhappy percentage had been sent for remedial courses, whether they had plans for vacationing or not. At the top of her class and the youngest of it by a full two years, Yasmin had been afforded the option of taking advancement sessions in a fast track that also allowed her time to go home and visit with her parents, which she had gladly accepted. Her brother had just left the flight academy at the end of the previous instructional cycle for a posting on a Star Destroyer with a squadron and she had barely two days with him amongst everything prior to his departure. On one hand this made her somewhat sad, but all in all she was proud of him. Other girls in her courses for the entirety of her two years so far at Carida had swooned over her older sibling and rolling her eyes and concentrating on something else was all she could do to resist the urge to knock their heads together. Doubtless that would not go over well in any case - they were mostly two years her senior or older in chronological age, after all and mostly full-grown.

The sixteen-year-old Alderaanian girl had just arrived back on-planet some six hours ago and was laying in her bunk, flipping through messages after having spent her time post-unpack going over some review, utterly unable to catch a post-transit nap. As a third year, her responsibilities within the academy would only grow and her opportunities would be greater and that made her excited, apprehensive and nervous all at once. The missive that sat on the datapad in front of her eyes in that very moment detailed one of the more important responsibilities the upper half of the four year program was given.

The Mentor Initiative. She read, within. The faculty has granted me an initiate to guide? Dieux, that makes me nervous. I wonder who I’m to be assigned…

One slender finger slid the information up onto the portable touchscreen. The missive continued. Quietly, her eyes went from one side of the electronic page to the other, moving downward and her eyes settled on the last sentence just before the name when the door to her bunkroom hissed open and caused her to bolt upright from her reclined position and her eyes darted to the entranceway, the datapad and its contents temporarily forgotten. A relieved smile crept up onto her face when recognition of the figure in the doorway came to her.

“Oh, for the emperor’s sake, it’s just you, Ana.”

She breathed out, shaking her head and laughing. Maybe she was more tired than she thought if the opening of the door made her jolt. The door whooshed shut behind her roommate and friend and Yasmin set the datapad aside, rising to cross the room and welcome the older, taller woman back with a hug, breaking the embrace off after a few moments and stepping aside to allow her roommate to take care of her things.

“So good to see you again. How was your break? Are you ready for another cycle?”