Star Wars: The First Order

Your real name is Mia Birch, but ever since you were taken from your family as an infant you have been referred to as CH-2102.

You were never fully aware of exactly how The First Order actually captured you, or who your real parents were, but you did know that your divisional officers were the only people that 'cared' for you now. You had been raised and trained here, on the Starkiller Base, alongside around 20,000 recruits and easily 30,000 soldiers who were either clones, purpose-bred personnel or individuals such as yourself whom had been kidnapped at an early age.

It's been a few days since your 18th birthday and the final exams that decide just how capable a trooper you are, and subsequently where in the ranks of The First Order you'll stand, are later today. You grab your fatigues consisting of cargo leggings and a branded plain white shirt and head towards the exam room on the lower levels of the base. A tall male wearing an officer's uniform briskly hands you a single sheet of paper on your arrival that is split into three modules: Physical, mental and tactical.

You fill in your digits and age and move into the first module. The first question is...