Star Wars: Jester Squad
Prologue
The Imperial Shuttle zoomed down through the sky, soaring through the vast atmosphere of the snowy planet Carlac and going farther down with each second. Aboard the shuttle were a large group of Stormtroopers, sitting in the cold darkness of the shuttle and simply waiting. Nobody said anything to each other, only sitting in silence. It was even worse when added to the absolute lack of emotion upon the Stormtrooper helmets. They were practically droids, being sent into battle to fight by people who didn't give a kark about who lived and who died.
Private Dyson was among the men on the shuttle. He was a relatively new recruit who'd been drafted into the Imperial Military at the start of the war against the Rebel Alliance. Though he'd wanted to refuse, he knew the consequences of doing so and merely agreed. Dyson was about twenty years old, a young boy. He'd not seen much action and was practically melting with all the sweat that fell down his face. He would occasionally look to the other Stormtroopers for reassurance but as expected he received none. The Imperial Military would sometime feel like it was every man for himself and that a Stormtrooper would do whatever it took to live to see another die.
Dyson was only slightly comforted by the fact that, upon arrival, he would be assigned to a squad. Jester Squad. He didn't know a whole lot about Jester Squad, only that they took the serious missions and saw a significant amount of action. He hoped that, being in a squad, he might actually have people who cared for him and wouldn't constantly feel alone upon the battlefield. After about a half hour of flying downwards, the shuttle touched down against the surface of Carlac, making imprints upon the ground. It opened a couple seconds after, it's ramp hitting the ground and Stormtroopers swiftly poured out. They had landed at their outpost on the planet of Carlac, where the Galactic Empire sent soldiers to eradicate the rebel cell upon the planet. The outpost, though not incredible large in size, was full of Stormtroopers. Despite all being different people, they all looked the same. Just another man in white armor that might not live through today.
Dyson's thoughts were swiftly interrupted when a loud shout went out into the air, so boisterous that it practically halted the planet's rotation. "PRIVATE DYSON! GET YOUR KARKING ASS OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!" Dyson jerked his head towards the direction of the voice swiftly, though to no avail. He paused for a second, his eyes looking around the base for the man who'd shouted his name. His search was swiftly halted by a hand that grabbed his arm, yanking it over to the right direction.
