A stormtrooper lost in the Digiworld

A stormtrooper lost in the Digiworld.

I do not own anything. I have written this ridiculous story because my little brother and sister asked me to. My brother likes SW, and my sister – DT. do not beat me too much, because English is not my first language, and I am not a very good writer.

This all started when a squad of stormtroopers under the command of Lord Vader was taking over "Tantiv 4" alderaan corvette. The Emperor himself ordered the capture of the ship, because he had the information, that the plans of his new invulnerable battle station were transported to the Rebel Alliance by this ship. One particular stormtrooper – NZ – 13 was in the middle of an engagement with the enemy, when something odd happened. The fighting in the engine room caused the ion drives to explode. This explosion caused a strange sort of rift to open right behind the trooper, and the explosion of a thermal detonator throws him in the rift…

Meanwhile, in the middle of nowhere (Digiworld), far away from the galaxy, which was thorn apart by civil war, there were three children, accompanied by three digimon. They where going across the big desert, which seemed endless. They were exhausted, because in the desert the Sun was merciless, and there wasn't even a slight shade anywhere.

"Renamon, how long this trip will take? This Sun and the weigh of my backpack are killing me!" Takato moaned.

"How should I know? If the map wasn't been "accidently" lost by you and your lizard-friend over there, we all would know when this torture will be over." answered the fox-like digimon, breathing heavily.

"Hey! Whom are you calling a lizard?" shouted a digimon, who looked like an exhibit from a history museum. His name was Guilmon.

"Now be quiet you three! Stop whining like some little babies!" screamed a not very tall girl in a T-shirt with a broken heart on it. "You make me sick." Her name was Rika.

After that, the group stopped talking and continued their trip in silence. They have walked for hours in this ocean of sand, heat and misery, until they have stopped near the big stone, and decided to have a break. This stone gave them some shade, where they were hiding from the burning rays of the Sun. They have stood there for a hour and fell asleep. The group was tired… They woke up after three hors, because they felt some sort of explosion near their current location.

"Renamon, go to see what happened there!"

"Why it is always me who goes to see what happened Rika?"

"Renamon, that's an order!"

"Fine, fine I'm going I'm going."

With that the overgrown fox unwillingly went to see, what happened. She returned in a minute with an amazed look on her face.

"Well, what did you saw?" asked the 3rd digimon, who looked like a strange green rabbit. Apparently he belonged to the other boy in the group.

"Err, I must be hallucinating. Go take a look yourselves."

All went to see what could possibly be there, with only Rika mumbling something about "Lousy digimon" and "Cant they do anything right?". They saw a portal with a radius of 1.5 meters. It was shining, and it looked like it wasn't stable, was not maintaining an exact form. They stared at it until it disappeared, and when it did, they have noticed a strange humanoid-like creature lying on the ground.

"What is that?" Takato asked.

"Don't know. Let's go and have a look." suggested Renamon.

They have managed to make few steps forward, and suddenly saw the strange figure moving. In a second they all were hiding behind the stone… again.

"Err, Rika, why are we are hiding He is alone and there are many of us." Henry asked.

"We can't be too sure about it. Safety precautions first." Rica replied.

They continued to observe the strange creature from behind the stone… The trooper, who was lying on the ground, finally regained consciousness. He felt a slight pain from his fall, but was in condition to get up and walk.

"Arhh, where am I? Am I dead? What happened?" he asked himself loudly. He hasn't spotted his observers at the moment. He recalled that he was fighting the enemy back on "Tantiv 4". After that his memory was blank.

"Damn, what I supposed to do now? The terrain looks like the terrain of the planet Tatooine". He remembered well the one hell of survival training on Tatooine, where he was carrying 2 "wounded" comrades through the desert. "I should contact the first Imperial patrol squad and go with them to the nearest military facility." But his thoughts were disturbed, because he heard someone's whisper from behind the nearby stone. His helmet had some sort of automatic ear, very sensitive to voice…

"What is that? A digimon?" asked Takato, who just could not hold his mouth shut.

"No, my scanner shows it's not a digimon" answered Rika.

"Then what is that?" asked Renamon.

"I think I know who he is. He is a stormtrooper" said Henry, with a tremor in his voice.

"A storm what?" the whole group gasped.

"A stormtrooper. I remember I once read a book and saw a film called Star Wars. Stormtroopers where the soldiers of the Galactic Empire there, and looked just like him. The Empire was controlled by two evil people and the legions of stormtroopers where under their command. They where called the "Iron fist of the Empire". Also they where known for their loyalty and their unquestionable execution of any orders they might receive. I heard that if they would receive an order to go to a one - way mission, with no chances of survival, they will execute it without hesitation."

"Well, that's creepy. Does that mean the guy is evil or something?" asked Rika quietly.

"Not precisely. They have honestly believed that they are fighting for the better tomorrow of the Galaxy."

"Err, guys! I think we have been speaking too loudly. I think he spotted us." whispered Terriermon.

"Should I eliminate him?" asked Renamon, with a bit of aggression in her voice.

"Only if it is the last resort." responded her tamer.

NZ -13, who heard some voices coming from behind the stone, already reloaded his E-11 blaster rifle, and was approaching the current position of the group. "There might be tusken raiders out there, I better be ready for any surprises." As he approached, he saw a part of the face of Takato, who wanted to see what is going on. "Hm, a child? In the desert? It can't be…" He looked behind the stone, and saw Henry, Rika and Takato.

"What are you doing here child…" he has not finished the phrase, when he saw the digimon, and aimed his blaster because of the reflex. Renamon thought that he was going to fire, and jumped on him from behind to… receive a hit from the soldier's elbow in the stomach and a fist in the face. NZ – 13 turned around and just was going to nail the attacker with a dozen of blaster shots, when Rika jumped between his rifle and the target.

"NOOOO! Stop! She is with us! Don't shoot" she screamed.

"What? That… creature is with you? What is going on here? Who are you, where am I and who are those?" he asked, putting away the rifle. Renamon was already standing behind her tamer rubbing her jaw.

"Excuse me, sir, you are a stormtrooper aren't you?" asked Henry from Takato's back.

"Yes, I am a stormtrooper. But don't change the subject! Where am I?"

"You are in the Digiworld."

"Digi what?"

"Digiworld. And those are digimon. Renamon, Guilmon and Terriermon. They are our partners. My name is Takato, and this is Henry and Rika. What is your name, Mr. Stormtrooper?" asked Takato childishly.

"I don't have a name. My designation is NZ – 13. So, you aren't joking with this Digiworld thing, right?"

"We have told you the truth" Rika replied coldly.

"Great. Now I can't get back to my own reality. Super. But, I have to ask, are you children living here?"

"No, actually, we don't. We originally are from the planet called Earth. We came here with our partners to help our friend, who was captured somewhere in this world, and we are trying to find him."

"Do you need any help with this quest of yours?"

"Well, you see, we are quite…" Rika was going to say her polite "No", when Takato interrupted her and shouted "Sure! Of course! You can come with us." "Oh, never mind" thought Rika.

"Thank you, sir. I will try to prove useful."

"Then here's your first order, soldier! Since we are all very weary, you'll have to carry our backpacks. All them." said Rika with a not so friendly smile.

"As you wish, mistress".

"Oh, and Renamon!" she added.

"Yes?"

"You will get loads of melee training when we get back!"

"But why?"

"For underestimating your opponent."

The group, a part of which now was NZ – 13, continued its trip across the unending desert. The fact that they didn't have to carry their luggage anymore was a real relief. They were walking through the desert a half of a week by now, and at first, when tamers were tired, they gave their backpacks to their digimon to carry, but this march in the desert can exhaust anyone, even the "all powerful" Renamon, who barely walked by now. The Sun was a real torture for her, taking in consideration that she had the fur. Now almost every member of the group was eased. They even had a conversation about something useless, to release the pressure. They all were pretty happy. All, except one. The day was coming to an end; the sun was slowly disappearing behind the line of the horizon. They where marching all day, and were waiting for the night to have a rest. Night came with a pleasant breeze. The night was the only part of the day when they could actually have some decent rest.

"Thank goodness, finally, some rest!" said Henry with a tired voice. "We all should get some sleep; tomorrow will be a long day."

"Wait, who will stay on guard during the night?" asked Terriermon.

"I will." said the stormtrooper, who already put the backpacks on the ground.

"Fine. Well, that's settled. Good night everyone."

Everyone went to sleep, well, almost everyone. The lonely guardsman in the night was thinking. Thinking about his lost reality, and that these children and their … digimon have actually became his purpose to continue living. This is a simple life goal of a soldier – always to have something worthy of risking his life for… He continued patrolling… It was around 03.00, when NZ – 13 heard swift steps behind him. He turned back and saw Renamon.

"Why are you not sleeping?" NZ asked. His helmet gave a metallic sound to his voice.

"I have come to change you on your post."

"You should get back to sleeping, commander. I will continue my duty."

"I'm not tired, and why have you called me commander?"

"Sorry, I forgot… Never mind. You should get back to sleeping. You are a lot more tired than I

"What ever you say." She laid back and after laid minutes she was in the planet of dreams.

The trooper continued his duty… The morning came faster, than anyone would have thought. The mornings meant another long walk, another day of burning hell on the ground, without even a drop of water around. Of course, in the Digiworld it was hard to die from dehydration, because food and water weren't necessary, and hunger or drought didn't existed there, but still no one would say "No" to a cup of refreshing water.

"Oh, is it morning already? Damn that Sun! Anything for some moments of sleep." Whined Rika. It was her every morning ritual: to curse the Sun and to offer anything for some sleep. And, as usual, everyone tried to help her get up. For a "miss little queen of digimon, broken hearts etc." she was quite lazy in the morning, and resisted till the last minute.

"C'mon, can't we just wait for a few more minutes?"

"No, we cannot, it is time to get up! Quit struggling you little!" shouted Renamon while trying to get her out of her dorm sack. "Ritual" was accompanied by screams, so NZ came to see what was going on.

"Hey, can you get this weasel out of the dorm sack?" shouted Takato.

"By applying brute force or by not?"

"I cannot use brute force against my tamer, but you can." said Renamon with an evil look on her face."

"Order received." He walked to the dorm sack, and just pulled the little troublemaker out.

"It is time to get going, little mistress."

"Alright alright I'm going. Did you have to pull me out that hard?" she asked with offence in her voice.

"I had my orders."

"You insensitive machine!"

"Look who's talking." Renamon quietly whispered to others.

"I heard that!"

Everyone was laughing, except one… At last all members were ready for continuing their journey. The luggage transportation was on the shoulders of the stormtrooper, as he silently continued his march, tirelessly helping his new comrades. This day was considerably hotter, than the last one. After four hours of walking, some of the children have begun to fade, and even the naturally strong digimon begun to feel dizzy. Yet, there was always someone, who was able to help.

"Henry! Are you alright? Henry! Answer me!" cried Terriermon.

"He had a solar impact." replied NZ with the same, never changing metallic cold voice.

"We have to revive him! He is slowing us down!" shouted Guilmon.

"He will regain consciousness in 30 minutes. I think we should continue moving." said Renamon.

"Oh, really? And who will carry him? You? You barely stand on your feet yourself!" Rika said loudly. You can guess who carried the boy…

When Henry regained consciousness, he found himself being carried by the same old white-clad trooper. Despite all expectations, the stranger, who came out of the portal, proved extremely useful in overcoming all threads, which cannot be overcome by force.

"So, you are awake. Here, have some water." he heard the metallic voice.

"What happened to me?"

"Solar impact." answered the same metallic voice.

"Oh, I see."

"Can you walk?"

"Everything seems a little blur. Why is the sky purple?"

"Very well. Rest till you regain enough strength to walk."

"Thank you." Henry fell back into slumber shortly afterwards.

They kept going. They knew that it will be even harder to get up, if they will stop now. So they continued this debilitating march. A desert is a potentially deadly environment for unprepared people. But in the world, where the problem of hunger and dehydration has been resolved, the potential danger from the desert was considerably reduced, but still the travel through it will be highly unpleasant to anyone, especially when you travel by foot. It was so hot, that everyone had already forgot where they were going, and just followed the white figure in front of them. "This desert walk is nothing compared to the survival training on Tatooine, but I'm getting worried about my comrades." thought the trooper, and he had reasons for such a thought. While they were going, the fox in the oven a.k.a Renamon was at the limit of the forces. She knew that, but her pride did not allow her to ask for any assistance. So, pride helped her to resist a couple of hours, but when the inner resources of an organism are at an end, no pride can save from the fall.

"Strength… is… at …end. I'm… sorry." she gasped before falling on the sandy ground… Renamon waked up in a few minutes, and felt on her lips… water? She opened her eyes, and saw a bottle of water. In her mouth.

"Grab my shoulder, and try to walk. I'm not strong enough to carry out both you and the boy." she heard the same cold voice. The weary digimon just mumbled something and kept going, only now relying on his shoulder. They had to move on… Finally, another day was at its end. Tired and emaciated, they had stopped, to have another rest before their continuous march in the morning. This time the group was so exhausted, that they all just lay on the ground end slept. All, except one. And that one stood on guard all night. He wasn't thinking about that he is tired. He just was doing his duty. After the strict course in the Imperial Military Academy, normal feelings are or dulled, or taken away. Sense of duty and loyalty – all, that remains. And stormtrooper NZ – 13 of the Imperial ground forces was not an exception.

"Why are you not asleep?" this time it was Rika asking the same question he had to answer the last night.

"The same question goes to you. You almost faded today, so go back to sleeping." the monotonic answer was heard.

"Aren't you tired? You have been doing just about everything it can be done around, and even stay awake and guard during the night, not to mention that you carried two people, well, one Henry and one digimon. You should be tired."

"I'm not tired. And you should trust me on this one, because you can't say if I'm tired or not. You can't see my face. You should care more for your partner, now she is in more drastic shape, than I am."

"Oh, all right then."

The next day the group was sleeping till the sun was too disturbing to ignore. Then they went further. Today it was a rather cold, well, compared to the day before. That is why the walking speed was raised. The trooper, as already usual, was going first in line, carrying the backpacks, and behind were everyone else. But today something happened. When they were proceeding forward, NZ suddenly tripped over a small stone. And after that he didn't get up in two minutes.

"Wait, our trooper has fallen!" shouted Takato.

"So, he really was tired." said Renamon and Rika at the same time.

"Err, can I ask something? Why are his legs moving like he is still walking?"

"I don't know. Are you sure he is not a robot?"

"Well, I'm sure he isn't, but he acts very much alike."

"C'mon wake up! Wake up!" screamed Takato, while shaking his head. Finally, NZ got up. "Are you all right?" asked Henry. "I'm at perfect state" replied the trooper.

"Then, why you have been moving your legs while lying on the ground?" asked Rika.

"It is called the "sleep-walker". It allows us to sleep while moving. It is very helpful during long marches, and is the basic discipline in the survival training. When you are performing this, you achieve the state, close to the sleep-walking. It is helpful in preserving the energy."

"Wow, that's … amazing." everyone gasped.

"It is good to be you." Guilmon said.

"No, it is not." the mechanical voice replied.

While they continued the trip, there was some whispering behind the back:

"I wish I could do this sleep-walking thing like he does." whispered Renamon to Rika, with envy in her voice.

"Well, if you ask him really nice to teach you, then maybe he would."

"Or you can order him to teach me."

"Yes, that is correct, how I forgot about that…"

"A soldier always follows his orders." Henry entered the discussion.

"That training of his must have been really severe. He is acting like a mechanism. Now he has orders to help us with the trip, I wonder how he'll act when we give him an order to attack." Rika replied.

"Well I don't. He'll just become a merciless soldier ready to attack anything. From the mountain to the defenseless child." Henry whispered, with a grim look on his face.

"Good thing he is on our side, huh?" said Guilmon quietly.

"One trooper is not a big thread, after all, he is only a human, but, if what Henry said was correct, there are legions of soldiers like him, and that could be really menacing." Rena whispered.

"Look who's talking again! You have already received from him a couple of hits when you first encountered him from behind! And he was going to shot you with his rifle, and I don't know how your fur would have protected you from blaster fire." Rika whispered angrily. "And why are we are discussing him anyway? So far he has proven himself as an excellent ally, who is always vigilant, prepared, and who will willingly take on any task. You know, you should all be really ashamed of yourselves."

"Yep, you're right, we are now."

They were lucky that their object of discussion was "sleep-walking", and didn't hear a thing.

Another day was going to end, when the squad saw something on the horizon. It looked like a mountain chain, and since it was not a hallucination, it was considered a great event – after all, it meant that the painful trip will soon be over. Caught by the euphoria, they haven't stopped for a night break, and marched tirelessly the whole night… At last, the accursed desert was behind them.

"Ahhhh, thank goodness this is over! Goodbye, desert! I hope I will never see you again!" Takato and Guilmon shouted happily.

"Quit shouting you two! We will have to cross it again when we'll return, if we'll return." Rika said; she hated when someone was too happy.

"Oh, whyyyy? We will have to get in this hell again?"

"Yep, hopefully this won't be anytime soon."

"Anyway, let's get some sleep. The mountains will wait for tomorrow."

Note to anyone that might read this story: I know that there was a little chance that a stormtrooper could defeat a digimon in a melee combat. For information – the guy was from the infamous 501st legion, also known as "Vader's fist". I just find the film, where the stormtroopers were clumsy good – for – nothing soldiers preposterous.