Lance DeMoi and the Oracle of Delphi.

Lance DeMoi looked at the fortress, it was like an Ancient Greek version of your average Draculan castle. He revved his chainsword, a sword-like weapon with a chainsaw for a blade, and walked closer to the gates.  As he passed between to torches, a fiery being sprang to life from each torch.  They advanced on him, reaching out with blazing tendrils.
"Elementals.  I've dealt with your kind, only one way to kill you."  Lance dived at one of the fire elementals, they lashed out with a fire whip, he sliced at it's head.  His sword passed harmlessly through it's head, it was distracted by this long enough for Lance to cut it's torch in half with a purposeful slash via his chainsword.  The fire being screamed as it faded into a cloud of sparks.  It's twin sent a wall of fire at the human, he rolled out of the way, making a leap for the remaining torch.  The beast shot a column of flame in front of Lance, who pushed off the pavement stones, propelling himself away from the fire.  He ran up the opposite wall to the giant torch, flipped off the wall, and grabbed hold of the torch as he came down.  He jammed his chain saw up into the brazier, extinguishing the flame, the fire monster hissed out of existence.  He pushed one of the giant cedar doors open, taking a look inside the ruined, old fortress.  Lance walked deeper into the castle, passing old, broken traps, and heaps of bones, he came to an iron door, guarded by skeleton warriors wielding rusty pikes, Lance dodged pike thrusts a he ground the skeletons to dust.  He proceeded to the iron doors, he kicked them open, on the other side a flock of imps and gargoyles hung in the air, waiting for him.  He was only just able to defend himself as the monsters shot straight down at him.  One gargoyle scrapped his claws along Lance's left arm, tearing off the sleeve of his jump suit and leaving three deep cuts.  Lance grunted in pain as he cut through the beast's waist, imps flew around him, hacking up lava phlegm and spitting it at there foe, Lance deflected them with his chainsword, though one hit his right boot, almost melt through the front of it.  He battled through the swarms of flying demons, smashing the gargoyles to bits and cutting the imps to pieces.  Soon he stood there, covered in cuts and bruises and burns, the courtyard covered in smashed rocks and gore..
"They don't call me Adamant Prominent for nothing."  He thought to himself as he crossed the enclosure to the door on the other side.  He listened at the door; he heard heavy breathing and heavy footfalls.  Lance cut the door open, and took a quick look around.  It was a small circular room, built like vault, with a chair in the middle, sitting in the chair was the Oracle of Delphi.  Blocking his way was a giant, with gray skin, bald head, a single eye and horn on top of his head, and a club made of solid iron.  Lance dived to the side as the giant swung, knocking down a large portion of the wall, Lance ran behind the giant, swiping with his sword and taking a chunk out of the monster's calf.  It yelled in pain, shaking every stone of the chamber, also making Lance loose his balance, falling next to the Oracle.  He got up quickly, pushing the Oracle out of the way as the giant brought down his club hard where Lance had just been, blowing a hole in the floor.  Lance took a chunk of stone and through it into the giant's eye with all his might, the beast howled in pain, as clutched at his face, Lance to his chance and drove his chainsword into the creature's shin, it howled louder, dislodging stones in the ceiling.  It swatted at Lance, who tried to parry it's arm, but missed and instead hit it's crotch.  The thing froze, went rigid, then fall back, knock down more off the wall.  Lance heaved a sigh, then turned toward the Oracle, she looked like she was his age, but she must have been more then three thousand years old.  Lance untied her, then carried her off, out of the old fortress, and called in a DPIR helicopter.   Hours later, as he stretched out in the helicopter, Lance  thought,
"Finally, the DPIR has the Oracle of Delphi."    

Tiu Tzoua's Space-flight School for Boys

The first, interplanetary space flight academy in the Imperium was founded by the famous astrocartographer, Tiu Tzoua, a human from the Tuet Cluster.  The skill of space navigation was, in the old days, seen fit for only men, women generally stayed at home.  Tzoua saw there were no Imperium naval academy, so he built one, in high orbit around Tuet II.  It had eleven stories, multiple docks, a workspace with custom parts, and living quarters for the boys.  It was cylinder in shape, had a tough hull, and was named Tiu Tzoua's Space-flight School for Boys, and the training lasted for ten years, boys could apply starting at age ten.  The school was run by Tzoua for fifty years, then he died by inhaling a toxic gas on an undiscovered planet, but the Tuetese government took over the school for another thirty-two years, then they closed during the Fourth Tuetese Conflict, tourists cans see the school in the Tuetese Nautical Museum.  Tiu also made a standard list of nautical terms, the most common being; Uechu (bow or front of the vessel), Nichu (stern or rear), Ting-ching (starboard, or the right of the craft), and Oching (port or the left).  The Tzouan nautical terms are used by the Galactic Imperium to this day.  Tiu was also the Chancellor of the Senate for ten years before his death.