Hey guys this is my third fanfic (don't read the other ones) if you like review it. If you don't... Review it. Alright now the story:

A long long time ago... In a Galaxy far far away, There stood the New Order's lowest ranking squadron Sigma Squad. Sigma was comprised of four members, Ralph their medic, Lucky their sniper, Forest Their front man and their leader Omen. Lucky and Ralph are ordered to guard a weird shaped building, it was like a pyramid, expect it was blue and gray and each step on the outside was about 3 feet tall. Sigma squad had to set up a smaller base, which was just a tarp between a few trees, next to the building. Lucky and Ralph stood their watching the animals of Mon-Eek.

"Hey.", Ralph said, his armor was standard issue, with yellow trims on his shoulders and helmet. He carried only his modified DC-17 hand blaster and healing equipment.

"Yeah?", Lucky responded. He was also wearing standard issue armor, but with red designs all over his body. He constantly checked the iron sights on his E-11s long range blaster.

"You ever wonder why we're here?", Ralph asked.

"You mean metaphysically?", Lucky turned to Ralph.

"No, I mean why are we in the hot sun.", Ralph pointed to a shaded area. "There's a perfectly good shady area over there."

"We're here because Omen said to.", Lucky sighed.

"Since when did you start listening to Omen?", Ralph asked shocked.

He held up his right arm, to reveal his hand was wrapped in gauze. "Since Omen shot me.", Lucky said and he checked his iron sights again.

"Oh yeah... wow were we drunk that day.", Ralph chuckled and sighed.

"And besides each suit has heat regulators in it.", Lucky added.

"Really? Shit mines broke then.". Ralph sighed in disappointment.

"Good job, dumb ass.", Lucky sarcastically said.

"Says the guy with a dumb ass name.", Ralph shouted.

"Me with the dumb ass name? What kinda a name is Ralph? It sounds like an old Jewish guy burped and your name was the sound that came out.", Lucky said offended. He looked away and stared at bushes.

"What?", Ralph asked, confused.

"Long story.", Lucky was quietly and he kept checking his iron sights.

There was a long awkward pause, until Ralph finally asked "you wanna talk about it?"

Lucky shrugged "Can I?" He looked at Ralph as he nodded. "Ok, so it all stared when I was 5..."