Armand Delios: Republic Soldier

Your name was Armand Delios, a Sergeant in the Republic Army and a name that was admired by allies and feared by the Sith for your combat prowess. Any weapon you picked up, you mastered in days, whether it was long range sniper rifles or close combat with a vibroblade. You had received multiple medals for valor, and you had even defeated a Sith in single combat. Truth be told, it was only an Acolyte, but still your legend grew.

Little did you know, that legend was why you were on a transport shuttle headed to the Jedi Temple on a secret mission. You had seen the Jedi in action a few times, and it was astonishing to behold. You had no idea what they would want with you; even the officer who gave your the orders to report the Temple had no idea why.

As you disembarked the shuttle, you were greeted by an elderly, human man in the traditional Jedi robes.

"Welcome to the Jedi Temple Sergeant Delios, I am Jedi Master Yaron Chii." He spoke in a soft, calm tone that partially soothed your anxious mind. "Please, follow me to the Council Chamber."

An experienced soldier, you obeyed him without thinking. As you followed him further into the Temple, you finally asked, "Master Chii, why have you brought me here?"

He smiled. "Please, call me Yaron. We will explain everything inside." He gestured into an open door. You walked in to a circular room with chairs lining the outer wall. There was one chair in the middle. From Master Chii's gesture, you assumed it was meant for you. You sat down and waited.

A Male Twi'lek Jedi Master spoke. "Sergeant Delios, I'm sure you are curious as to why we summoned you here. The answers will come in due time. First, you have to understand that everything that happens here must be kept an absolute secret." You give him a curt nod. "Excellent. We have only one question: are you sexually active?"

Your jaw drops to the floor. This must be some kind of prank. But as you look around at the serious faces of the Jedi surrounding you, you realize that he was not joking. You clear your throat, "Ah, yes I am, sir." Very active, if you were being honest. Your fame got you a lot of attention among female soldiers and civillians alike.

"That is good," said Master Chii. "Then we can begin. Very few people outside of the Order know this, but our numbers are dwindling. Between the war and a shrinking number of recruits, within twenty years, we will no longer have the strength to defend the Republic." You heart dropped. The Jedi had been the stalwart guardians against threats for thousands of years, and now they were dying out. But what could you do?

The Twi'lek spoke again, "We do have a solution, however. While we, as Jedi, will remain unmarried, we must reproduce in order to fill our ranks to fight the Sith." That sounded logical. That still begged the question of why they would need you, though. Wait, surely they couldn't mean...

Master Chii nodded, "Yes, I sense that you understand part of your purpose here. Of course, in addition, we would also like you to train some of our Jedi Knights. Your skills will be valuable passed on through training as well as through your genetics. If you accept of course."

Your mind was still reeling from the information they just told you. It took you a while for youe brain you finally process everything. "Uhhh, yeah I would love to. I mean, yes of course, sir, anything to serve the Republic."

A Female Jedi who appears human, only with silvery skin and two small horns on her head, speaks up, "We would require that you verify your ability to procreate before you can begin."

"Yes, ma'am," you answer. "How do I do that?"

She replies, "It is very simple, my species can learn much from ingesting the genetic material of other races. I would only require a small sample."

"I see. Like a blood sample or am I about to lose a finger?" Master Chii and a few of the other Jedi laugh at your joke.

"Nothing like that," he reassures you. "The material needed is your semen, and in order to also verify your sexual ability, Master Varro will be extracting the material naturally." You give Master Varro a second look. Her face is certainly very pretty in a metallic kind of way.

"If you would follow me to my chambers," Master Varro says to you as she stands up. You waste no time in standing up as well as she leads you to her room.

As you walk beside her, you ask, "How many others have their been?"

"You are the first," she replies. When the door closes, she speaks again, "I must apologize, Sergeant Delios, as a Jedi, these matters of the flesh are unkown to me. How should we begin?"