A few minutes later, a few Stormtroopers fired a shot or two at the bunker door and approached it with weapons raised. Apparently, they wounded one of the scum defending the door. Seconds later, blaster fire from the door and the Stormtroopers fell to the ground. Just then, an AT-ST approached and aimed down at the door. I saw Han Solo step forward from the door with his hands slowly raising into the air in surrender. Then the hatch on the walker opened and the wookie emerged.
I could see now that the battle for the Empire was lost. Our walkers had fallen and we were too far removed from reinforcements. Especially with the fleet engaged in combat with the rebels above. I held my fire and watched as they lured out my comrades from the bunker and went inside to plant charges. Then minutes later Han Solo came running from the bunker as fast as he could just as it exploded behind him. Then the shield generator itself went up in a massive blazing explosion that set fire to a quarter of the forest on that side of the moon.
Things began to calm down after the explosion on the moon. They disgusting fur balls killed the rest of my allies who were scattered through the forest and took their helmets to use as drums. I felt my heart filling with rage as I watched, but there was nothing I could do. If I tried to fight now, it would only reveal my position, and I'm far too professional than to give myself up in a losing fight. I decided I would wait for a while and see the scum decided to do.
The sun was setting on the forest moon when my worst horrors were realized. In the sky above me, I could see the mighty Imperial fleet battling the pathetic rebel force that was gathered before the invincible Death Star. Then suddenly, the Death Star exploded, sending fireballs in every direction. I stared at the sky in disbelief of what I was seeing. It couldn't be possible. That would mean that the Emperor was dead and that our glorious Empire would crumble. I knew that the Admirals would try to make a stand, but without the Emperor to keep everyone together and focused, all our power would soon fade away. I won't lie, a tear or two fell down my face before I could stop them. My entire life just . . . changed. I was no longer on the winning side. The stupid rebel scum had won. Now I had to make a choice, go and try to fight for the falling Empire, or try to join the rebels. I figured they would probably kill me on sight, but it was worth a shot.
I climbed down from my tree and mounted my speeder bike. I zipped through the forest at blinding speeds and moments later, I reached the fur ball village in the trees where the rebel victors were celebrating. A couple of rebel soldiers spotted me and approached with blasters drawn. I held my hands up in surrender, "I come in peace. You win. I wish to join you and celebrate alongside you." I expected them to fire on me without a word, so I hung my head in defeat. But instead of shooting me, they patted my shoulder and welcomed me to their merry band. I took off my helmet and set it down on one of the fuzz ball's helmet drum-sets and watched as they danced and rejoiced. Several of the rebel leaders were present, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Han Solo, his wookie slave, and even the traitor Lando Calrissian. As a scout sniper, I would call this my birthday present come early, but as a rebel, I had to call it an honor. I was even introduced to many of the rebel legendary members as the party wore on and made my new home among the new rulers of the Galaxy.
There's one thing I've learned in all my years of being a sniper in the Imperial army, and that is, no matter who's in charge, there's always a need for grunts like me. Generals win wars, but it's us soldiers who have to fight them.