Hey guys!

Thank you for choosing to read my story. This is my first story, so I am pretty nervous. Please don't leave mean reviews, though I would like critical reviews so I may correct my errors. I put in my own characters so I would have more flexibility. Please let me know if the story starts getting too cheesy, Mary-Sue-ish, or like its copying something.

I am not George Lucas, Disney, nor do I know Pablo Dihalgo, so obviously I don't own Star Wars and none of this is canon.

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Standing at her post, IE-2496 had nothing to do. Staring down the long hallway was fun for two minutes. But after standing in front of a door for about six hours, it kind of lost its charm.

She sighed. She wished she had someone next to her to talk to. But it was just her and the hallway. There wasn't even the thrill of knowing you were protecting something important. All she was doing was guarding the back entry for the cargo hold. If she was more experienced with a blaster rifle she would be by the main entrance, but, alas, she had only ever been a searchtrooper.

A search trooper may sound like a scout, but it's not that exciting. Your job is supposed to be search for droids, rebels, criminals, and other stormtroopers. But in reality, you were sent to fetch mail, run errands, occasionally stop by a planet to search for some food, and be assigned the boring jobs that nobody wanted. She hadn't even had any blaster training!

Despite how boring this job sounds, IE-2496 was proud to be doing her part. After all, if she wasn't here guarding the door, a more experienced trooper would have to. That means one less soldier in case something important happens. They would have to be standing idle here while something that requires an important stormtrooper happens. Something important like...

Suddenly, the ground beneath IE-2496's feet lurched, and she felt the whole Star Destroyer shudder. The lights flickered, went off, then flashed back on. A little frightened, IE-2496 listened in to the comm to hear what was going on. "The ship is under attack! Repeat, the ship is under attack by the resistance fleet!"

She panicked, swinging her head around to look for someone to find out what she needed to do. Right then, a group of stormtroopers came running down the hall and around the bend. She went to join them, but the trooper with the orange shoulder pad said, "Stand your ground and remain at your station until further orders." "Yes ma'am," IE-2496 responded. She walked back to the door and waited

After a few minutes, IE-2496 could hear gunfire. She could hear blasters going off and shouts of commands. The ship shuddered again. More blasters. The ship lurched forward. More blasters. Suddenly, the comm in her helmet announced, "The ship is going down! All must immediately evacuate!" The lights flickered and went out, then back on as the ship started tilting forward. Stormtroopers, droids, members of the crew started rushing past her. But she stayed and stood her ground.

The announcement sounded again. Assuming she now had permission to leave her post, IE-2496 started heading for the hangar. The hallway was like a giant slide. She knew it would take forever to reach her destination. After all, her post was deep inside the Star Destroyer. But she had to try. So she started running as fast as she could without falling.

As she rounded a corner, what she saw made her jump. The hallway was filled with dead stormtroopers and resistance fighters. That's where she must have heard the gunfire from. Grateful that they didn't reach where she was, she still felt bad for all those in the hallway that would never see their friends and family again. She noticed a young resistance fighter. He couldn't have been older than 14 or 15. He died so young.

Suddenly, the boy moved. IE-2496 jumped back. He tried to reach his arm up, but failed to do so. She noticed that he clutched his side and saw that there was blood. It must be a blaster wound, she thought. IE-2496 panicked. She didn't know how to treat blaster wounds.

"H-help..." the boy barely whispered. IE-2496 lifted him up, slinging one of his arms over her shoulders. She supported him as they walked towards the hangar, the kid barely conscious. It slowed her progress, but IE-2496 knew she would feel guilty if she didn't at least attempt to save him.

Once they reached the hangar, she could hear blasters firing away. Lasers whizzed over their heads. Staying behind the doorway so she could shield herself and the boy from the gunfire, she peaked out across the hangar. She could see several TIEs, and one ship that didn't look it belonged. Looking back at it, she could see that it bore the emblem of the New Republic and the resistance. They would get the boy safely home.

So when the gunfire calmed down, she started to drag the kid (now unconscious) towards the ship. She could see someone on board aiming his blaster at her.

IE-2496 wanted to hold up her hands to show she meant no harm, but unfortunately, dragging a person does not really free up your hands. So she just prayed that he wouldn't shoot. She managed to get the boy onto the ships ramp, where an older woman brought him inside.

Now that she had saved the kid, it was time to evacuate. IE-2496 ran for a TIE when she realized that she had forgotten something: her droid.

She was placed in charge of the care and protection of a very, very important protocol droid, KT-19. The droid carried important information about Starkiller Base and other things, top secret First Order things, and she forgot the droid! She didn't have much time left to get off of this Star Destroyer, and she didn't know where her droid was!

She turned her head frantically around (as one does when one is in panic mode and doesn't know what to do) and something caught her eye. As the ramp for the resistance ship rose, IE-2496 saw her black protocol droid stowed aboard. She also saw her life flash before her eyes.