My name is Xavier Richelieu. I was born in 684 AGS (768 AS) on planet Marne. I had a normal upbringing in a lower middle class family. I always had a gift for strategy, I played many games dealing with warfare. I also had a way with people, it was never too hard for me to get them what I wanted to do, in that way life was like one of these games to me. Growing up where I did this was somewhat of a necessity as things were very tough. When I was 14 my older brother was imprisoned by the Gallic Royal Police after attending a demonstration being held by the Gallic Liberation Movement. We were told his trial took place off planet, we never heard anything else. After that it was never the same at home. Things became even harder. I was often hungry, this eventually led me to petty theft. I would distract the grocer or guard while my friends would take as much food as they could. I brought what was left after we had eaten back home. Two years later the revolution began. My parents choose not to fight then, they were cowards. I tried to join in but no one would have me, they always said I was nothing but a boy and sent me home. I tried to undermine the royal forces as best I could, sabotaging their cargo vehicles, watching their movements, planning and waiting until I was old enough to fight.
Two years later and it seemed like the revolution was all but lost. It was a good thing I had not been able to fight before as I would have probably been killed. And then it happened, The Council arrived. I did not hear about this until weeks after it happened, but after that there seemed to be a spirit of hope in the air. It was about two weeks later when I was waiting in line outside the food distribution center that I saw a man in rags trying to creep in the back. This struck me as particularly odd as he could have just waited in line and gotten his food, doing what he was doing he was risking his own life for no apparent reason. When I got out of line and went towards him he started to run, he didn't get very far though as he had a nasty limp. When I grabbed his shoulder his shirt slipped and there on his shoulder I saw the insignia of The Council. When I looked back at his face I could see fear, but also determination. I told him that I would hide him and keep him safe until he could be evacuated. His name was Jean-Pierre.
Finding Jean-Pierre a place to hide was easy, after the first year of the war there were plenty of vacancies. Every day I would bring him food. I always went by a different route so no one would notice what I was doing. On the third day the Jean-Pierre revealed to me that he had a concealed communication device. He said he was an advance scout and asked me to help him gather information on the activities of the Royal Army in the area. This was easy for me as I had already been doing it. Now everyday I would tell him everything the Army was doing as well as feed and care for him. Two years later, when my city was taken by the forces of The Council, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. With my help they had even been able to minimize civilian causalities. When it was over I went to see Jean-Pierre one last time. He asked if I would come with him and that The Council could use people like me, of course I jumped at the chance.
It was a several hour journey until we got to the nearest operational spaceport. Once we got there our vehicle passed by row after row of troop transports, unloading new soldiers and loading injured ones. We had passed all the large berths and there were only shuttles left. I thought this was very strange since Jean-Pierre was simply an injured soldier. I looked at him inquisitively and all he did was smile. We boarded a shuttle towards the back of the spaceport. This was the first time I had been in space. The recycled are of the shuttle seemed much more pure than any I had breathed before. Everything was new and interesting to me. Suddenly Jean-Pierre nudged me and pointed through portal to the cockpit and the cockpit view port. Dead ahead of us was a huge ship, what I was to soon find out was The Council Battleship Liberation.
Once we landed Jean-Pierre and I were immediately escorted to the bridge. I felt somewhat small there, like I was a child again. As a man who was obviously of some importance approached I did my best to shake it off. He greeted Jean-Pierre jovially.
"...and this must be the young man who achieved your mission for you Jean-Pierre," He chuckled.
"Xavier, this is Vice Admiral Cloutier"
I could feel my eyes go wide and my back straighten.
He chuckled again, "At ease Mr. Richelieu, is it? This isn't the Gallic Royal Navy. Jean-Pierre, I trust everything you've told me about this boy is true?"
Jean-Pierre answered with only a unwavering stare.
"Well then Mr. Richelieu, how would you feel about serving as a communications officer in my war room?"
End Part I
//Well I got delayed working on this as I was working on the rest of the LPR back story, feedback is welcome here though