Disclaimer: The main characters in this story are mine. A few of the 'Original Star Wars' Characters may appear, they are George Lucas' creations, not mine. I am not getting paid to write this, it is a great way to relieve stress. I welcome any and all responses.
Dirik Healbo, that was his name. Human male from, from. It has been too long to remember, his months of training at the Imperial Academy on Carida had drilled it out of him. Now he was only known as Imperial Stormtooper KO791. He had family; at least that's what he remembers. His parents are a haze, but his sister Matara was alive. Yes, alive and well on, on. The name slipped his memory again. At least she was safe, where as he was commissioned to the Star Destroyer Devastator.
"Coming out of hyperspace. We'll get the Tantive IV this time." A trooper next to him said with pleasure.
"Get ready troops." The Commanders voice boomed over the loud speaker. "Once that ship is docked I want every available trooper ready to go in firing. No stuns this time."
"Lord Vader wants to make a point out of these Rebels." Trooper GL428 said to no one in particular.
"I wonder who it is about that ship that he wants so badly." Dirik tried to say under his breath but with the combination of the mic in his helmet and the tight space in the corridor the troops around him heard.
"It's not for us to wonder kid, just obey!" KO327 said sternly. "Now let's move out."
As they marched down the corridor they could hear the fire fight between the troops and the pathetic Rebels ahead. The last group reached the massive hole blown in by the Imperials Explosives. As Dirik stepped threw the gap he was taken aback by the horror that was placed before him.
Bodies of both Rebel and Imperial laid strewn threw out the corridor. He heard footsteps behind him, as he turned to look he saw the dark menacing form of Lord Vader coming towards him. He quickly moved to the right and stood at attention until the Sith Lord and his men turned down the corridor.
"Remember this day well kid, that's the closest you'll ever get to greatness in this lifetime." 327 said from the across the way.
A few moments passed by and no rebels had come this way. Dirik's head snapped up when his comlink came alive with the commander's voice. "All troops. Start searching for prisoners. Lord Vader wants them alive, set your guns for stun."
KO327 looked over at him and said, "You heard him." He turned and shouted at three other troopers down the hall. "You three come with us." They met half way down the hall.
"Lets check the escape pods first." Dirik said to the four troopers.
It didn't take long to reach the escape pods. Rounding a corner they headed slowly down a darkly light corridor when Dirik noticed some white sticking out from behind a piece of machinery. When suddenly a figure leaned out and hit 327 in the chest. Dirik didn't have much time to think when he brought his blaster up and aimed at the figure. Blue rings shot out from the business end and caught the person in the left shoulder. She went down in a heap.
Dirik rushed to her side, he turned to the others. "She'll be all right, inform Lord Vader we have a prisoner."
The boots of the stormtroopers clipped with every step they took threw the 'Tantive IV' corridors. Lord Vader had already been contacted; they were on their way to meet him. Dirik felt some regret bringing this prisoner before the Dark Lord. He didn't know what it was about her but he could sense some sort of power radiating from her.
The five troopers rounded a corner and stopped dead in their tracks, their standing before them was the dark figure of the Lord Vader himself. The trooper's cam to attention and the prisoner stepped forward. Dirik let their words drowned out of existence, the a few words of identification as to who the prisoner was happened to sink in. She was a Princess and a Senator at that. He only hoped he was not punished for capturing her. His thoughts quickly broke apart as Vader ordered them to take her away.
They were now headed back towards the "entrance" hole to the Devastator. There the princess would wait until Vader was ready to deal with her. He felt sorry for her as they walked to the prison level aboard the Star Destroyer.
As they walked to the prison level the troopers were getting strange looks from other troopers and officers in the corridors they passed threw. Dirik wondered what they were thinking once they saw who the prisoner was. Even he was wondering why they had taken a senator prisoner. He had heard what Vader said about her being part of the Rebel Alliance. How could a senator jeopardize their position as a planet representative? Yet, even he was thinking about defecting to the other side as well. Maybe he could talk to the senator about it, she probably wouldn't believe him in the first place. Many beings believed stormtroopers were mindless drones, doing whatever it is they are ordered to do. He of course did not believe any of it. All though there were the few he knew that followed their orders with a sort of inhumanity to it. Dirik would have to find some way to leave his service in the Empire. That would have to wait until the time was right.
They were now to her cell, Dirik still felt ashamed about putting her into the small darkly lit cell. "I'll stay guard over the prisoner and her cell." Dirik said to the other three troopers.
"Suit yourself, I'll report you new position to the officers." KP327 said.
After the others left Dirik leaned up against the bulkhead wondering what he could do to help out the woman in the cell behind him. In some way she reminded him of his sister Matara. He missed her and made a mental note to himself that once he left his service he would go and look for her.
Dirik's mind started wondering as he stood by the princess's cell. It wondered to the night that Matara had left. Five years had passed since then, their mother had been nagging Matara again about missing school and neglecting her studies. She had always compared Matara to Dirik; to Dirik school came easy he had a thirst for knowledge and understanding. Matara on the other hand could not concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing, her mind always wondered off to new adventures and far off places that she dreamed of going to. With this last battle Matara had had enough. She stormed out of the dining room and slammed her bedroom door closed.
Dirik jumped with a start when his helmet comlink beeped for him to answer. "This is KO791." He replied.
"Report for transfer, you headed down to the planet." The voice at the other end ordered. "Docking bay 32." And the voice clicked off.
There was no time for dreaming; he had to get to the bay before the transport left. If that happened he would have to stay in the Outer Rim for another year. That was not something he would be looking forward to.
Standing in the cargo hold of the troop transport helped Dirik realize how uncomfortable it was to be in stormtrooper armor. The black body stocking became hot and sticky under the white bulky armor. It was hard to be quiet when one move around. His thoughts of discomfort brought about thought of defection. 'There must be Rebel sympathizers on the planet.' Dirik thought to himself.
The transport shook as it descended threw the atmosphere of the desert planet Tatooine. The troopers lined up in squads, the closest squad to the hatch would be sent to search the desert. The rest were assigned to the city areas.
'At least there,' Dirik said to himself, 'I will be able to find someone who can help me disappear.' They marched down he ramp, two abreast and into the city of Mos Eisly. Reaching the bottom of the ramp Dirik was already sweating from the heat of the double suns overhead. Turning his cooling unit on didn't even keep the heat at bay.
Dirik Healbo, that was his name. Human male from, from. It has been too long to remember, his months of training at the Imperial Academy on Carida had drilled it out of him. Now he was only known as Imperial Stormtooper KO791. He had family; at least that's what he remembers. His parents are a haze, but his sister Matara was alive. Yes, alive and well on, on. The name slipped his memory again. At least she was safe, where as he was commissioned to the Star Destroyer Devastator.
"Coming out of hyperspace. We'll get the Tantive IV this time." A trooper next to him said with pleasure.
"Get ready troops." The Commanders voice boomed over the loud speaker. "Once that ship is docked I want every available trooper ready to go in firing. No stuns this time."
"Lord Vader wants to make a point out of these Rebels." Trooper GL428 said to no one in particular.
"I wonder who it is about that ship that he wants so badly." Dirik tried to say under his breath but with the combination of the mic in his helmet and the tight space in the corridor the troops around him heard.
"It's not for us to wonder kid, just obey!" KO327 said sternly. "Now let's move out."
As they marched down the corridor they could hear the fire fight between the troops and the pathetic Rebels ahead. The last group reached the massive hole blown in by the Imperials Explosives. As Dirik stepped threw the gap he was taken aback by the horror that was placed before him.
Bodies of both Rebel and Imperial laid strewn threw out the corridor. He heard footsteps behind him, as he turned to look he saw the dark menacing form of Lord Vader coming towards him. He quickly moved to the right and stood at attention until the Sith Lord and his men turned down the corridor.
"Remember this day well kid, that's the closest you'll ever get to greatness in this lifetime." 327 said from the across the way.
A few moments passed by and no rebels had come this way. Dirik's head snapped up when his comlink came alive with the commander's voice. "All troops. Start searching for prisoners. Lord Vader wants them alive, set your guns for stun."
KO327 looked over at him and said, "You heard him." He turned and shouted at three other troopers down the hall. "You three come with us." They met half way down the hall.
"Lets check the escape pods first." Dirik said to the four troopers.
It didn't take long to reach the escape pods. Rounding a corner they headed slowly down a darkly light corridor when Dirik noticed some white sticking out from behind a piece of machinery. When suddenly a figure leaned out and hit 327 in the chest. Dirik didn't have much time to think when he brought his blaster up and aimed at the figure. Blue rings shot out from the business end and caught the person in the left shoulder. She went down in a heap.
Dirik rushed to her side, he turned to the others. "She'll be all right, inform Lord Vader we have a prisoner."
The boots of the stormtroopers clipped with every step they took threw the 'Tantive IV' corridors. Lord Vader had already been contacted; they were on their way to meet him. Dirik felt some regret bringing this prisoner before the Dark Lord. He didn't know what it was about her but he could sense some sort of power radiating from her.
The five troopers rounded a corner and stopped dead in their tracks, their standing before them was the dark figure of the Lord Vader himself. The trooper's cam to attention and the prisoner stepped forward. Dirik let their words drowned out of existence, the a few words of identification as to who the prisoner was happened to sink in. She was a Princess and a Senator at that. He only hoped he was not punished for capturing her. His thoughts quickly broke apart as Vader ordered them to take her away.
They were now headed back towards the "entrance" hole to the Devastator. There the princess would wait until Vader was ready to deal with her. He felt sorry for her as they walked to the prison level aboard the Star Destroyer.
As they walked to the prison level the troopers were getting strange looks from other troopers and officers in the corridors they passed threw. Dirik wondered what they were thinking once they saw who the prisoner was. Even he was wondering why they had taken a senator prisoner. He had heard what Vader said about her being part of the Rebel Alliance. How could a senator jeopardize their position as a planet representative? Yet, even he was thinking about defecting to the other side as well. Maybe he could talk to the senator about it, she probably wouldn't believe him in the first place. Many beings believed stormtroopers were mindless drones, doing whatever it is they are ordered to do. He of course did not believe any of it. All though there were the few he knew that followed their orders with a sort of inhumanity to it. Dirik would have to find some way to leave his service in the Empire. That would have to wait until the time was right.
They were now to her cell, Dirik still felt ashamed about putting her into the small darkly lit cell. "I'll stay guard over the prisoner and her cell." Dirik said to the other three troopers.
"Suit yourself, I'll report you new position to the officers." KP327 said.
After the others left Dirik leaned up against the bulkhead wondering what he could do to help out the woman in the cell behind him. In some way she reminded him of his sister Matara. He missed her and made a mental note to himself that once he left his service he would go and look for her.
Dirik's mind started wondering as he stood by the princess's cell. It wondered to the night that Matara had left. Five years had passed since then, their mother had been nagging Matara again about missing school and neglecting her studies. She had always compared Matara to Dirik; to Dirik school came easy he had a thirst for knowledge and understanding. Matara on the other hand could not concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing, her mind always wondered off to new adventures and far off places that she dreamed of going to. With this last battle Matara had had enough. She stormed out of the dining room and slammed her bedroom door closed.
Dirik jumped with a start when his helmet comlink beeped for him to answer. "This is KO791." He replied.
"Report for transfer, you headed down to the planet." The voice at the other end ordered. "Docking bay 32." And the voice clicked off.
There was no time for dreaming; he had to get to the bay before the transport left. If that happened he would have to stay in the Outer Rim for another year. That was not something he would be looking forward to.
Standing in the cargo hold of the troop transport helped Dirik realize how uncomfortable it was to be in stormtrooper armor. The black body stocking became hot and sticky under the white bulky armor. It was hard to be quiet when one move around. His thoughts of discomfort brought about thought of defection. 'There must be Rebel sympathizers on the planet.' Dirik thought to himself.
The transport shook as it descended threw the atmosphere of the desert planet Tatooine. The troopers lined up in squads, the closest squad to the hatch would be sent to search the desert. The rest were assigned to the city areas.
'At least there,' Dirik said to himself, 'I will be able to find someone who can help me disappear.' They marched down he ramp, two abreast and into the city of Mos Eisly. Reaching the bottom of the ramp Dirik was already sweating from the heat of the double suns overhead. Turning his cooling unit on didn't even keep the heat at bay.