My name is Gorbyc Amai, but you can call me Gorby. Don't ask me to tell you anything about my childhood or my home planet, because I don't remember much of that. My first clear memory was of waking up in a cold cot in a cell. As I looked around, I saw cells all around me filled with different beings. I had little time to wonder about my surroundings before some stormtroopers marched into the cell block and carted me off. They marched me into a separate cell in another part of the (ship?) place I was at. It was there that I started to become the thing I am now.

The pain was horrible. They were constantly scanning me with what I assume were biosign monitors. They opened up my skull and probed different parts of my brain while comparing it to the reactions on the bioscanners. The stormtroopers then dragged me back to my original cell, where I collapsed to the ground, exhausted from the pain. This went on for what seemed like forever (it's hard to keep track of time when you're constantly in pain). Sometimes they would place something in my brain before temporarily re-closing my skull. The few times when I came out of my pain filled haze, I saw others being dragged from their cells. All of them had strange mutilations, and some never came back.

After some time passed, and it seemed that the stuff in my skull was more artificial then natural, they dragged me to a new room. Here a different surgeon took a strange contraption, which looked like a clamp with some lights on it out of a case. Then they knocked me out. When I came to, I felt some pressure on my skull. I reached up and found that the device was clamped to my head! I then heard the surgeon speak. "Can you understand me?" he asked. I tried to speak but no words came out. "That's alright,"he said "your response showed up on my computer screen." Before I could voice my confusion at this, he continued. "You should be very proud. You are the first subject to survive the shock on the brain of direct neural-computer connection. Now all that remains is to program you."

He started typing on the keyboard and all sorts of thoughts started flooding into my brain. (...You are willing to die for the Empire...This is how you pilot a tie fighter...Kill the rebels-they killed your family...) Other needed skills and pro-empire propaganda became part of my consciousness. "Now that you are programmed, I can tell you exactly what you are." The surgeon continued. "We are designing the perfect soldier. You will have no thoughts of turning against the Empire, and best of all there is no need to train you, because the training was just programmed into you. When we have perfected this process, we will be able to pick up troops wherever we go, and we will no longer need to convince people to fight for the Empire, because the decision will be made for them." I tried to speak again. "That's the other advantage. Your speech centers have unfortunately been destroyed during surgery. That will rid us of the useless babble of you soldiers. All commands and responses from now on will come through that helmet you have on."

Just then sirens started going off. "Well it looks like your skills will be tested sooner than we planned. The research station is under attack by those scum the rebels. These troopers will lead you to your TIE." I followed the stormtroopers, eager to get revenge for what the rebels did to my family. I suited up and climbed into my cockpit. I was launched from the bay and accelerated my TIE into battle for revenge. I guess the programming still had some bugs in it, or else the X-Wing pilots I was up against were very good, because I was shot almost instantly and blacked out.

When I woke up again I was in an Alliance med bay and a surgeon was speaking to me. "We managed to clear out the brainwashing, and regenerate some of the speech center, unfortunately, the damage to your brain is so great that we were unable to remove the interface without risking your life. Let us know if you experience any strange thoughts or physical problems."

Well, that is where I am now. I have applied to the academy with the hope that I can get back at the Imperials for the damage they did to me. Perhaps I can prevent others from going through the torture that I went through. Also it is my hope that some day I can learn of my lost past and find out what happened to my family.