Your Life as Every Rank in the Galactic Empire

Your Life as Every Rank in the Galactic Empire Level one, the Recruit. You're young. Your planet has been Imperial for as long as you can remember. The garrison arrived before you could read. The officers walked through the market square and everyone stepped aside. Not out of respect. Out of calculation. Your family has nothing. A one-room unit in a processing district, a father who works the ore loaders, a mother who repairs environmental suits for credits that run out before the month does.