You think you have the best job in the galaxy, defending the Republic from the evil Separatists; that is until a blast from hell drops from the sky.
Except for wisps of smoke rising from various objects scattered around in the dirt, I am the only thing disturbing the frigid ground. No wind. Just frozen dirt, the mounds of rubble scorched with blast marks, a droid part here and there. Frozen mud puddles untouched from the explosive blast.
I am wandering in no-man's-land.
My fingers are numb, my armor wasn't helping with the planet's cold climate. I can feel my warm blood rolling slowly down the side of my head, and I remove my helmet. I touch my ear, then pull away to look at the red liquid coating my gloved fingertips. I felt the blood immediately chill and to my disbelief the blood on my head was frozen.
With a grimace I replaced my helmet. I yelled out for my captain, realizing I couldn't hear my own voice. My head started to ring, my vision bleary, even as I stagger around the frozen landscape, I have the feeling that I am alone. Everything is raw dirt, except for the bits of twisted metal.
Frustration. Angry tears formed, freezing as they rolled, even in my helmet. Looking, looking for someone..ianyone/i. I bumble around without seeing any signs from my brothers. I trip, head smacking the ground and I cry out in sob of discouragement.
I spot a fragment of helmet. Visor cracked, blackened. I can't see five feet in front of me. I know that I am in a blast area and I am alone, for the rest of the planet is forbidden to enter. It is a miracle if anything has survived, much less a lone soldier.
I took a deep breath of the frigid air, hiccuping slightly in doing so. That breath chilling my whole body.
Then I remembered, waking with a start.
It was all just a dream.