Disclaimer I do not own star wars if I did I would be a lot happier in life.
I can't go on, I'll go on
Prologue
"Please I'm Sorry Lieutenant Commander! I'll do better don't send me to me decommissioned." The small Cadet attempted to wriggle free from the firm grasp pulling him to the room that was whisper about from bunks late at night. The room that if you were taken to you never came back from.
The Lieutenant Commander didn't respond and didn't stop pulling him to his fate; the pale stormtrooper mask unable to show any remorse that HC-679 would soon be going into THAT ROOM. Desperate to stop this from happening HC-679 dug his heels in momentarily before going completely limp and throwing himself on the ground. The Lieutenant Commander's response was swift and unmerciful, as was expected from all officers, striking HC-679 across face hard enough to leave a bruise. Or it would have if he wasn't about to be decommissioned, stupid hand to hand test, he had failed it for the fourth time in a row.
The strength to fight seeping out of him all at once leaving the Lieutenant Commander to drag him back to his feet and push him towards THE ROOM. HC-679 dragged his feet until he reached the door unable to think of a way out of this. The Lieutenant Commander swiped his card opening the door showing a brightly lit room with a table and a single chair that had the standard prisoner straps attached. HC-679 felt himself being pushed to sit in the chair the straps securing his wrists. The Lieutenant Commander turned, busying himself with the vial and syringe that would be his end.
He should have defected after his second failed test. When that freighter captain left her bay door unprotected. There was that one trooper they said got away, rumors started floating around the barracks three months ago, that FN-2187. They said the resistance took him in and that he was still alive. The Lieutenant Commander turned back around and swiftly pierced the syringe into his neck and injected the poison before HC-679 could put up any resistance. The effect was instant the world spinning around him, The Lieutenant Commander instantly unstrapped him and started hauling him to a compactor chute. Oh Maker he wasn't even going to wait until he was dead to toss him away.
The last thing HC-679 knew was the sharp push and the sound of the chute door closing as he fell into darkness.
AN: Sooo this is my first star wars story I have decided to use navy Ranks in this series because storm I couldn't figure out what ranks are used in the movies and they travel on space "ships". I'll try to update every Friday so I hope you enjoy enough to read again next week.
George Lucas has described the Star wars Series as a rhyme or a circle. The moment we knew Anakin had gone to far that Padme and Obi-Wan could not bring him back was when he killed the younglings I remember crying in the movie theater. So to compete the circle isn't it only right that the saving of younglings become a vital part of bringing a balance?
This story was inspired by a story on Ao3 called Tomorrow (there'll be more of us by dimircharmer.