Dimbo the Trooper intro

Dimbo the Trooper

“Name?”

“Dimbo!”

“Dimbo what?” the Port Authority officer asked.

“Just Dimbo, sir.”

“What do you mean just Dimbo?”

“That’s just what they’ve called me since I can remember. I grew up on the streets here.”

I haven’t thought of my “home” in a long time. All I remember is being alone, begging for food or credits on busy street corners. It was like that for a while, until Moss, the rodian owner of a local diner, took me in. He found me in one of his dumpsters when I was about six. I know nothing about my past or my life before the streets. That didn’t make joining the service easy, but I’m here now. He took the little Corellian boy in, gave me a cot and let me pay my way washing dishes. If it hadn’t been for him, God only knows where I’d be now, definitely not on my way to Ord Mantell to report for Havoc squad duty. Passing through Corellia was just a bonus.

“Ok, Dimbo. The transport leaves at 1500 hours and don’t be late.” The officer reminded me.

“Roger that, Thanks.”

“ Next! ”

I hadn’t been back to Corellia since I left for boot camp so I figured I’d go to Moss’ diner for lunch and some catching up. It was just a little before 1100. Even when I was just a lil’ nerf washing dishes in the back of the diner I had dreams of Havoc squad. One day a couple of members came into the diner and Moss let me get them their stim teas. They were nice soldiers, told me to stay in school and keep my nose clean. So I did and I think the day I left for basic was the proudest day of Moss’ life.

I walked up to the diner. It was more run down than I remembered. I went in and sat down at a booth. I ordered a stim tea and when the droid brought it, I asked to speak to the owner of the joint. Moss came out a few minutes later, he looked in good shape, antennas sagging a little. He recognized me in an instant. The musky aroma of a rodian hadn’t crossed my nose in quite sometime; I had forgotten how overpowering it could be. But I was so happy to see the man that raised me, all I could do was smile and hug him! We talked for a few hours, I told him of my time in basic, my first assignment in the Pantora system, then playing bodyguard on Coruscant for some senator. He was so happy when I had sent him the holo saying I’d been selected for Havoc squad. He wouldn’t talk about himself; it was just question after question about me. When it was time for me to go, he wished me well and we embraced one last time. He told me to “keep my nose clean” and to write more often.

So now, here I am boarding the transport, hoping that little diner won’t change as much the next time I see it. This bucket should be taking off shortly bound for Ord Mantell, what adventures and trials await me I don’t know, but I know I’ll be ready and my nose will be clean!