In the bustling hangar of the Imperial Star Destroyer Eternal Vengeance, Rose and Aura were on a routine patrol. The clatter of maintenance droids and the hum of engines provided a constant backdrop as they moved among the parked TIE fighters. Suddenly, Aura halted and turned to Rose, her eyes filled with urgency.
"Rose, look over there," Aura said, pointing towards a cluster of figures approaching. Rose followed Aura's pointing finger, her hand instinctively moving to her blaster, as she saw the figures, she realised that it was the senator and his delegation, all expensively dressed and disembarking from the shuttle.
"Holy Sith! Next time don't make me jump like that, I nearly blasted the Senator, do you WANT to get us killed?"
Rose stared at Aura, if looks could kill...
"Rose, look over there," Aura said, pointing towards a cluster of figures approaching. Rose followed Aura's pointing finger, her hand instinctively moving to her blaster, as she saw the figures, she realised that it was the senator and his delegation, all expensively dressed and disembarking from the shuttle.
"Holy Sith! Next time don't make me jump like that, I nearly blasted the Senator, do you WANT to get us killed?"
Rose stared at Aura, if looks could kill...
Rose, stood alone on a balcony overlooking Naboo's capital. The city, with its serene waterways and grand palaces, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, seemed almost peaceful, a stark contrast to the turmoil within Rose's heart. Clutching the rough stone wall at the balcony's edge, she searched the skies with a mix of anticipation and dread.
The reason for her vigil was the SSR, a sleek Imperial transport that was now a mere speck against the vast canvas of the twilight sky but growing steadily larger. It carried within it her lover, a fellow Stormtrooper, one amongst millions, even as the ship drew closer, she wondered whether he had survived the mission, but she had hope....
The transport's approach was a silent fanfare, heralding a reunion that would be all too brief and bittersweet. Rose imagined the stolen glances, the soft words exchanged in secrecy, the warmth of a touch that had to last her until their next fleeting encounter. It was a testament to the strength of their bond that, even in the face of such adversity, their feelings remained unshaken.
The reason for her vigil was the SSR, a sleek Imperial transport that was now a mere speck against the vast canvas of the twilight sky but growing steadily larger. It carried within it her lover, a fellow Stormtrooper, one amongst millions, even as the ship drew closer, she wondered whether he had survived the mission, but she had hope....
The transport's approach was a silent fanfare, heralding a reunion that would be all too brief and bittersweet. Rose imagined the stolen glances, the soft words exchanged in secrecy, the warmth of a touch that had to last her until their next fleeting encounter. It was a testament to the strength of their bond that, even in the face of such adversity, their feelings remained unshaken.
The dense foliage of Endor's lush forest filtered the morning sunlight, casting a dappled pattern on the forest floor. A small patrol of Imperial Scout Troopers navigated through the towering trees, their speeder bikes humming softly as they moved in search of Rebel activity. The troopers, clad in their white and black armour, had been on the lookout for signs of the enemy.
In a small clearing, the patrol came to a temporary halt. Dismounting their speeder bikes, the troopers took off their helmets, ignoring the strict Imperial regulations against such actions. The air on Endor was refreshing, and the sounds of chirping creatures filled the atmosphere. The troopers exchanged glances, appreciating the brief respite.
Sitting on their speeder bikes, Rose and Laura engaged in a quiet conversation, their voices barely audible over the distant hum of the forest. Irina and Iva huddled behind Laura's bike, discussing the latest intelligence reports. Carina, on the other hand, was captivated by the exotic plants surrounding them. She studied the vibrant colors and intricate patterns, momentarily forgetting the nature of their mission.
As the troopers relaxed in the tranquility of the clearing, a sudden burst of static erupted from their comms. The voice of their commanding officer crackled through, breaking the peaceful atmosphere.
"Attention patrol, this is Command. Rebel forces are launching an attack on the shield generator base. Immediate assistance required. Return to base at once!"
The troopers sprang into action, urgency replacing the calm atmosphere. Helmets were hastily secured back on their heads, and speeder bikes roared to life. The serene clearing was instantly transformed into a scene of purposeful activity.
Without hesitation, the troopers sped away through the forest, weaving between trees as they headed back to the shield generator base. The once-relaxed atmosphere was replaced by a sense of duty and determination. The Imperial Scout Troopers raced against time, their speeder bikes creating a dynamic symphony in the otherwise quiet forest.
In a small clearing, the patrol came to a temporary halt. Dismounting their speeder bikes, the troopers took off their helmets, ignoring the strict Imperial regulations against such actions. The air on Endor was refreshing, and the sounds of chirping creatures filled the atmosphere. The troopers exchanged glances, appreciating the brief respite.
Sitting on their speeder bikes, Rose and Laura engaged in a quiet conversation, their voices barely audible over the distant hum of the forest. Irina and Iva huddled behind Laura's bike, discussing the latest intelligence reports. Carina, on the other hand, was captivated by the exotic plants surrounding them. She studied the vibrant colors and intricate patterns, momentarily forgetting the nature of their mission.
As the troopers relaxed in the tranquility of the clearing, a sudden burst of static erupted from their comms. The voice of their commanding officer crackled through, breaking the peaceful atmosphere.
"Attention patrol, this is Command. Rebel forces are launching an attack on the shield generator base. Immediate assistance required. Return to base at once!"
The troopers sprang into action, urgency replacing the calm atmosphere. Helmets were hastily secured back on their heads, and speeder bikes roared to life. The serene clearing was instantly transformed into a scene of purposeful activity.
Without hesitation, the troopers sped away through the forest, weaving between trees as they headed back to the shield generator base. The once-relaxed atmosphere was replaced by a sense of duty and determination. The Imperial Scout Troopers raced against time, their speeder bikes creating a dynamic symphony in the otherwise quiet forest.
My heart raced as we advanced down the dim, death-strewn corridor, a desolate wasteland of lifeless Stormtroopers. Their white armour, once pristine symbols of unwavering loyalty to the Empire, now lay crumpled and charred. The sight was a grim reminder of the relentless onslaught the rebels had unleashed in their desperate bid for survival. In this corridor, darkness had taken root, and the Empire's vaunted might had faltered.
The blasters fired with unrelenting fury, their echoes tearing through the cold, unforgiving metal walls. It was as if the very walls themselves were bearing witness to the brutality of this war, an unending testament to the lives that had been extinguished within these narrow confines. We were walking into an ambush, a trap of despair meticulously set by the rebels, who had grown merciless in their last stand.
The searing laser struck my armour, sending shockwaves of pain coursing through my body. I collapsed to the unforgiving floor, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the agony. The burn marks on my armour sizzled, each sizzle a haunting refrain of my vulnerability. Lying there, helpless and wounded, I felt a profound weight pressing down on me. The scene around me was one of chaos and carnage. My comrades fought valiantly, but my world started to darken.
The blasters fired with unrelenting fury, their echoes tearing through the cold, unforgiving metal walls. It was as if the very walls themselves were bearing witness to the brutality of this war, an unending testament to the lives that had been extinguished within these narrow confines. We were walking into an ambush, a trap of despair meticulously set by the rebels, who had grown merciless in their last stand.
The searing laser struck my armour, sending shockwaves of pain coursing through my body. I collapsed to the unforgiving floor, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the agony. The burn marks on my armour sizzled, each sizzle a haunting refrain of my vulnerability. Lying there, helpless and wounded, I felt a profound weight pressing down on me. The scene around me was one of chaos and carnage. My comrades fought valiantly, but my world started to darken.
Sith Lord Hanna's crimson lightsabre clashed with the brilliant blue blade of Jedi Master SSR in the bustling landing bay of the city. Daylight bathed the battlefield in an eerie glow, casting long shadows across the cold, metallic floor. Hanna's yellow eyes blazed with malevolence as she faced her formidable opponent. With astonishing speed, SSR maneuverered behind Hanna, his azure blade poised to strike. Hanna's instincts kicked in, and she reacted in the blink of an eye. She twirled her weapon over her head, intercepting SSR's incoming strike with a thunderous clash. The two adversaries locked in a fierce struggle, lightsabres crackling as they exerted their power. Hanna's arms strained under the relentless pressure as SSR pushed his blade closer. Sweat trickled down Hanna's face as she gritted her teeth, wondering how long she could hold him off. A bead of sweat sizzled as it dripped onto the superheated blade. Time stood still as the crowd of onlookers gasped in anticipation. Hanna knew that a single mistake could spell her doom, but if she moved, SSR would strike her down. The landing bay echoed with the hum of the lightsabres, and the fate of this epic duel hung in the balance.
"Galactic Empire Hotline, How May I Help You?" Irina's voice droned through her headset as she slouched in her swivel chair at the call center, her eyes fixated on the endless rows of identical cubicles. The fluorescent lights overhead emitted a constant, mind-numbing hum.
The caller's voice on the other end droned on about starship fuel regulations, and Irina's eyes glazed over as she recited the scripted responses. She had heard these issues a thousand times before, and it was hard to muster any enthusiasm.
To make matters worse, her right earpiece crackled with static. Without thinking, she pressed it harder against her ear, as if it would somehow infuse the call with excitement. Instead, it merely sharpened the monotony of the caller's drone.
Minutes stretched into an eternity as Irina pretended to be engaged, occasionally uttering phrases like, "I understand your concern" and "Please hold for further assistance." Her gaze wandered to a potted plant nearby, a futile attempt to find something interesting in the mundane.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the caller mumbled a half-hearted thank you and disconnected. Irina sighed in relief, massaging her temples. She yearned for the excitement of the Rebel Alliance, where every call wasn't a one-way ticket to the dullest corners of the galaxy.
The caller's voice on the other end droned on about starship fuel regulations, and Irina's eyes glazed over as she recited the scripted responses. She had heard these issues a thousand times before, and it was hard to muster any enthusiasm.
To make matters worse, her right earpiece crackled with static. Without thinking, she pressed it harder against her ear, as if it would somehow infuse the call with excitement. Instead, it merely sharpened the monotony of the caller's drone.
Minutes stretched into an eternity as Irina pretended to be engaged, occasionally uttering phrases like, "I understand your concern" and "Please hold for further assistance." Her gaze wandered to a potted plant nearby, a futile attempt to find something interesting in the mundane.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the caller mumbled a half-hearted thank you and disconnected. Irina sighed in relief, massaging her temples. She yearned for the excitement of the Rebel Alliance, where every call wasn't a one-way ticket to the dullest corners of the galaxy.
Just because Rose and I are heading out on a mission and probably not coming back, doesn't mean we can't make memories just in case 😉🥰 If nothing else, it'll give our families something nice to look at when our personal kit is returned to them 😉
Oh and selfies are *totally* a thing in the Empire... *innocent whistle....* 😇
Oh and selfies are *totally* a thing in the Empire... *innocent whistle....* 😇
Warning sirens blared through the bridge of the ISD Emperor's Fist, the gathered officers scanned the Ensigns at their stations, expecting a situation report.
"Not that button you imbecile!" Lieutenant Carina's stern voice cut through the sirens, stood behind Ensign Millie, the look of fury on her face was unmistakeable. "I said jettison the trash, that's the grey button there, why on earth would you press the big red one?"
"I... I.... " stammered Millie, her finger still frozen on the now depressed button, her free hand steadying her quivering lips. The pressure readings on the mess and habitation deck were perilously low. More importantly, how would this look on her performance review?
The officers on the walkway looked on in disgust, but their attention was drawn to the windows by a thunk. Floating outside, silhouetted against the planet below, the bodies of the garrison started to float by, pilots and Storm Troopers, caught readying for a mission to engage rebels on the planet below, they didn't stand a chance when the emergency disembarkation hatches blew open.
"I think that means the mission is... off?" asked Lieutenant Katarina as she looked in horror at the bodies floating past the bridge, but Commander Jojo stepped closer.
"No, I think we should send them, we can support them with fire from orbit. It might be a bit danger close, but that's a risk I'm willing to take."
"Do we have enough troops left?"
"Maybe, but I think we have an Ensign who just asked to transfer to the Storm Trooper corps so that's enough." smirked Jojo, looking over at the panicking Millie....
"Not that button you imbecile!" Lieutenant Carina's stern voice cut through the sirens, stood behind Ensign Millie, the look of fury on her face was unmistakeable. "I said jettison the trash, that's the grey button there, why on earth would you press the big red one?"
"I... I.... " stammered Millie, her finger still frozen on the now depressed button, her free hand steadying her quivering lips. The pressure readings on the mess and habitation deck were perilously low. More importantly, how would this look on her performance review?
The officers on the walkway looked on in disgust, but their attention was drawn to the windows by a thunk. Floating outside, silhouetted against the planet below, the bodies of the garrison started to float by, pilots and Storm Troopers, caught readying for a mission to engage rebels on the planet below, they didn't stand a chance when the emergency disembarkation hatches blew open.
"I think that means the mission is... off?" asked Lieutenant Katarina as she looked in horror at the bodies floating past the bridge, but Commander Jojo stepped closer.
"No, I think we should send them, we can support them with fire from orbit. It might be a bit danger close, but that's a risk I'm willing to take."
"Do we have enough troops left?"
"Maybe, but I think we have an Ensign who just asked to transfer to the Storm Trooper corps so that's enough." smirked Jojo, looking over at the panicking Millie....
Rose was proud of her uniform, she was part of the Emperor's powerful fist, she was strong, the ISC, was millions of troops, strong, she felt powerful. Looking at the new Captain lapel on her uniform as she flexed in front of the mirror in the readyroom, she felt she could take anything on.
Growing up, Irina loved befriending and playing with local creatures, on the Death Star, the choices were limited but the Mouse Droids were just sooo cute.... 🥰
It had been a hard battle, but the might Empire had been victorious, both Rose and I survived, much to our commander's surprise. Tonight would be a good night 😏
There's a reason I'm the officer and Rose and Laura are part of my ship's detachments, my expertise in the tactical deployment of mistletoe 😉
Millie loved her job, she was doing the Emperor's glorious work, putting the damn Rebellion in it's place and getting to fly the awesome TIE Fighter. Life doesn't get better than this.
The explosion rang out in the hanger, followed by a storm of blaster fire. Barbara had no idea how, but those bastard Rebels were here. As fallen troopers were dragged away, Barbara turned to Rose, they both nodded and Rose put on her helmet.
"After them!" cried Barbara, and Rose led her troopers towards the hangar. Barbara was angry, if it meant spending the lives of her troops to kill those rebels, so be it. As the troops left, the body being dragged clattered to the ground, the helmet moving slightly to reveal some blonde hair, "Could that be the "Irina" that Rose talked about?" wondered Barbara for a moment, no matter, more would come to replace them, and she would gladly spend them too.
"After them!" cried Barbara, and Rose led her troopers towards the hangar. Barbara was angry, if it meant spending the lives of her troops to kill those rebels, so be it. As the troops left, the body being dragged clattered to the ground, the helmet moving slightly to reveal some blonde hair, "Could that be the "Irina" that Rose talked about?" wondered Barbara for a moment, no matter, more would come to replace them, and she would gladly spend them too.
As the Inflictor held position above Jando IV, ISB agents swarmed the surface, but now they had located their objective, a major Rebellion supply hub in the middle of the capital city, the comings and goings hidden amongst the swarm of traders.
There was no doubt in Jojo's mind that such a vital location would be well defended, but the local trade was vital to the Empire's own ship production, so she had commandeered the Inflictor's garission. As Barbara and I reviewed the details of Jojo's plan at length, Rose listened intently and wondered how she would explain what appeared to be a near suicide mission to her squads.
There was no doubt in Jojo's mind that such a vital location would be well defended, but the local trade was vital to the Empire's own ship production, so she had commandeered the Inflictor's garission. As Barbara and I reviewed the details of Jojo's plan at length, Rose listened intently and wondered how she would explain what appeared to be a near suicide mission to her squads.
As I ordered the squads into the transports, Iva took a last look at the assembled troops with her own eyes and wondered how many would survive.
As Rose marched with her troop to the shuttle bay, I brought her a helmet I'd had a tech specially tune. "Come home safe babe...."
As Lydia surveyed the bridge, glaring occasionally at the assembled officers and enlisted personnel, she was very glad to be part of protecting the Empire's pride and joy. No Rebels would get through this time...
Rose knows that the next mission will probably be her last, her orders don't give her a credible way to survive. She takes a moment to reflect.
Irina, the final survivor of a furious battle against the Rebels, contemplates the waste of life as she walks back to base. The Rebellion is doomed surely?