Gunship Down
The inspiration for this story pretty much sprang out of nowhere. I've been absent from FF for a while besides reading, but I have high hopes for this story and for it not to crash and burn...hopefully.
Anyway, I don't own the Star Wars universe or anything and anyone in it besides my characters in here, so don't steal them or I'll sick a rancor on you.
Prologue
In the quiet night, undisturbed but for the questioning chirps of the few insects about the forest floor, a clone drop ship glides smoothly through the air. Inside, the five clones lounge, lean and crouch respectively against the bulkhead, listening to the thrum of the engines and fingering their blasters or snoring. Each colored to their standard unit rank, two reds and five blues indicating two demolitions and three commandos, a robed figure sits on the foremost bench beside the door leading to the cockpit. Cloaked in shadow the figure does not stir save for the occasional twitch or grunt. The commando with a three stamped onto his helmet raises his blaster and checks it for the sixth time since they left the base. An annoyed sigh echoes over his comm from the trooper with a two stamped onto his helmet, gritting out between his teeth, "I know you're nervous, Cackle, but could you stop singing that blasted song 'for I kick you off this gunship?" Cackle, the commando marked with a three, shakes his shoulders in a silent laugh and replies with a grin to the voice, "We all are Hack, I'm just doing something to pass the time other than snoring my helmet off," Cackle points to the two demolitions clones, who were curled up together in a most disturbing position, "or staying tense enough to jump through the roof at the slightest sound." the clone with a one on his helmet turns to Cackle and gives him the bird before resuming his crouched position on the bench. Raising his blaster before Cackle could point to him, Hack grins as Cackle lowers his hand, snorts, and props up his legs before cleaning his gun and checking the ammo clip once again. Blaster holstered, Hack relaxes once again as the thrumming sounds of the gunship lull him into a most comforting sleep.
Hope I got this right; this is the first good story I hope to write so please let me know if it's good or not, and keep in mind this is pretty much my first story since the last one sucked. R and R or I sick Hack on you! (And just a little teaser/spoiler, Hack got his name from his favorite weapon-a plasma saw)