The Misadventures of TK-9000

"Get up!"

"Uh, wha-what? What's going on?"

"The squad is moving out, you should have been up an hour ago! Get your butt off that bed and get your armor on!" TK-9000, a questionable stormtrooper, groggily rubbed his eyes as he got up to get his blaster and gear. His armor was a clean, snow white from the shining he had done the night before. His blaster, a standard E-11 blaster manufactured by BlasTech Industries, splattered with mud from his previous deployments.

"Everyone ready?" The commander asked.

"Yes sir!" The group of stormtroopers responded. A group of 6 stormtroopers, including the commander, were responding to a distress call on the desert planet of Tatooine. 72 hours earlier, Squadron 3 reported to Tatooine to strike down on a secret rebel base, hidden in the endless sea of dunes. We, Squadron 2, are coming to provide backup, in an IDT, or an Imperial Dropship Transport.

"Uh, sir?" Asked 9000.

"Yes trooper?"

"I was wondering, can I clean my blaster before we land? I mean, it could be kind of annoying with mud flying off my blaster and all… Also, I thi-"

"Trooper! Be quiet, we are getting close, get ready to jump."

"Jump!? You mean, jump out of the dropship? Nu-uh, ain't doing that!"

"Trooper! Do you want to jump right now?"

"No…"

"Then shut up!" A couple minutes later, they were in position.

"Alright, three, two, one, jump!" The captain yelled as the drop ship's door lowered. TK-9000 was the last one to jump, too scared to. A couple minutes past, but the pilot still saw one lifeform in the ship's quarters. He thought it was just a glitch in the system, so they started the jump to hyperspace.

"Get up! We have to go!" He could hear the lasers everywhere, the sounds and screams of the dying, the explosions, the war, the disaster.

"Agh! What, wha-, agh, I must have been dreaming, those dang dreams. Why did I have to be chosen as a stormtrooper? This sucks. Captain! Im ready for duty! Cap, tain?" 9000 looked around. He was in the drop ship, but there was something off. That pot was broken? No… Then, it struck him like lightning. "Oh, we crashed, on hoth…"

TO BE CONTINUED...