A long time ago, In a galaxy far far away.

Star wars.
Disco trooper.

The empire has been needing to deal with rebels on a widescale but no one in the outer reaches really paied attention.
Atleast no one here did, when a strange army of aliens obsessed with blaster rifle technology struck the poorly defended base.

With a few asteroid belts over run the outer reach base thought it was over as the alien enemy began to swarm.

That was... until the music started.

The first thing the storm troopers saw was a floating disco ball blasting some funky music.
Next was a squad of storm troopers, only there armour appeared to be made of the same stuff as the disco ball.

We all thought they were drunk or just plain high as fuck while they danced there way towards the enemy

They had no visible blasters though some claim they had wrist rockets.

As they danced there way towards the enemy all we could do was stare awestruck as blaster bolt after blaster bolt struck there armour only to be reflected back at the enemy as if a Jedi had reflected the bolts with his lightsaber.

And that was how a galaxy destroying invasion of aliens was crushed before the empire even got word of it happening.

The empire would ow it's survival to the disco troop if it didn't fall a year or two later to some farm boy.

In memoration of our saviores, the disco troop.

The Funk never dies.