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An Axxilan's progress

When he joined the Axxilan Defense Forces, it was not out of any great sense of patriotism. Axxila had been mined over two thousand years to the point where entire continents were unstable, the air so polluted that you needed a full resp-suit to breathe. It was a ghost world, and Firmus' da's dying wish had been to see his son off of it.

It was the pirates who insured that Pollus Piett did not even get to die of the disease that was killing him, peaceful and quiet in a bed and tranked to the eyeballs. Instead they let him cough out his lungs in a bloody foam, in agony, unable to dodge the kicks and blows. Then Firmus took a A510 shattering cannon and blew those ships and their crews to smithereens. He ordered no quarter, kill them as you find them, and take the heads of living and dead. The Axillan Defense Fleet was born.

The pirates did not take kindly to this development but Firmus was shortly taking ships, cargoes, and many heads. He despised the Republic openly for not protecting the worlds that supplied it, lavishing resources on the Core and Colonial worlds while ignoring the Expansion, Mid and Outer Rim worlds. The Cuitric Hegemony was openly Separatist, and Republic took some notable beatings from their Hegemony forces, which by that time included Captain Piett. Eventually, Piett and other officers were convinced by Anakin Skywalker and Pensar Luc to turn on the Hegemony and CIS. Piett and nine other captains brought down the Hegemony in three weeks and in a furious eight-month campaign defeated the CIS. He and the others declined to join the GAR, though in Firmus' case he did not meet the minimum height requirement - being too short by four inches.

At the start of the New Order, Luc was appointed as moff of the Sector and he created the Axillan Antipirate Fleet with loyal, steady officers to keep the peace inside the Hegemony's borders. The Imperial Navy made an offer to Line Captain Piett, who declined by pointing out that he was still short. The Naval Chiefs convened, and for good measure dropped the height requirement to five feet nothing.

Piett did not bite, but went about quietly doing his job.

The Empire eventually moved to incorporate and standardize the AAF into the Imperial Navy, thus getting him anyway. At first, Piett served in the 7th Fleet aboard his Arquetiens-class Chokehold under then-Rear Admiral Sartan. It was his speed, chasing down pirates and smugglers, and he was damned good at it. Shortly he moved up to command of one of the first Imperial-class to come of the ring at Kuat, and named her the Enforcer. Then, for reasons unknown, Death Squadron came knocking. That particular task force already had a reputation of running through officers the way the mess ran through pit'za on Zhellday.

Piett declined and when that wasn't good enough asked Sartan what would ensure that the 'no' would stick.

"Well, my lad, short of punching your admiral in the jaw-"

"Sir, I am being perfectly serious here."

"I know, Captain. Now. As I was saying." The man caught Piett with his gaze and slowly tapped one gloved finger on his jaw. "Short of punching your admiral OOF!"

The sound of a body hitting the floor is like nothing else. Piett was gently cuffed and taken away, pled guilty, and was demoted to lieutenant commander - but Sartan still kept him in the hot seat on the White Widow. Death Squadron was informed of Piett's demotion and unavailability as he was now demoted below the requested rank. Thank you and long live the Empire.

That could have been the end of it, but of course it wasn't.

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