A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WARS

A Day in the Life of a Stormtrooper

Many years
have passed since the
second Death Star was destroyed
by Lando Calrisian and the Emperor was cast
into oblivion by Darth Vader. However, the Empire
was not finished. Remnant troops continued to pester the New
Republic with assaults ever since. Luckily, there have always been
heroes to save the day, such as Jedi Knights Luke Skywalker and Kyle Katarn.
In a facility on Bakura, a new chapter of their quest to destroy the Republic begins…

Friendly Banter

"It's been a slow week, hasn't it?" said TK-632.

"What do you know about slow?" called -539. "I was once assigned to a Juggernaut unit on Myrkr. We drove that old tin can for five weeks through the darkest, most vornskr-infested forest I ever laid eyes on! We just kept driving that awful troop transport, our officer never bothering to tell us why we didn't just up and flee."

"What happened to it?" asked TK-387, leaning over the railing of the walkway over the workstation.

-539 shook his helmeted head. "On the thirty-sixth day a group o' that Jedi Sywalker's students attacked. They climbed right on top, their energy blades drawn, and slashed apart the armored roof. Grabbed our commanding officer and dealt with him very swiftly."

"How did you escape?" inquired an eager –632.

"The stupid Jedi ran into a spot of trouble with a proximity mine!"

The group laughed heartily.

"It ain't funny!" said -539 "A few more meters and we would have been the ones blown into the treetops!"

At this comment, the other Stormtroopers burst into an even more riotous bout of laughter. "Ah, I've had more than my share of encounters with proximity mines!" declared –387. "Let's see… last year on… Kothlis."

"Kothlis? I went there once. It's a nice place. Nice beaches," commented TK–435, walking in through the automatic door situated between two tall sets of monitors.

"Oh, yeah. Nice beaches!" snorted –387. "We were storming one near the city of Tal'cara. The day before we thought the probe droids had cleared them all, but I guess there was one left. I got to close and, well…" he trailed off.

"That's terrible!" exclaimed –632.

"I know…" replied –387. "Blood all over my freshly cleaned plastoid armor…"

"Wait! You were hit?" said –435, scrutinizing the other Imperial soldier. "You don't look any worse for wear!"

"Unless you saw him at yesterday's training exercise!" shouted –539.

"Those platforms weren't fully raised, I tell you! I couldn't possibly jump to the exit!"

"Ah, so you got shot by the sentry gun because the exit ledge was too high…"

"Anyway," grumbled –387, "No, I was not hit. The guy in front of me stepped right on the thing, poor soul."

This turnaround in the story caused yet another chorus of laughter.

"Al, how many Stormtroopers does it take to screw in a light bulb?" came a voice from the doorway.

"I don't know, Leo. How many Stormtroopers does it take to screw in a light bulb?"

"I'm not exactly sure, but more than the amount in this room!"

The two technicians walked into their workstation, laughing. Al sat at the reactor monitor while his partner checked over the communications array.

"You two are early. I thought we'd have a few more moments of peace…" grumbled TK-435.

"This is our workspace, you know," retorted Leo sourly. "Your job is just to make sure no one sneaks in here to kill us while we perform our important duties."

"Well, I'll be out in the hall," said –632.

"Lucky," spat TK–539. Looking up, he watched as –387 marched along his walkway and disappeared into the adjacent chamber.

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