Tangos on your right,

I see them I see them,

Captain watch your back-

RPG!!!

A loud explosion could be heard, in the background blaster fire from all directions. Though right now the ringing was all I could hear. As I looked around the trench I was in, I saw they were dead every single trooper that was near me dead at my feet. I fought, eat, bleed together with these men, and now just like that the life fled from their body. I grabbed the nearest N-13 assault blaster, shooting at the rebel scums advancing on the beach.

"Damn these rebels"I cursed aloud, "Kashyyyk will not fall into the hands of terrorists!

Unleashing a hail fire of blaster bolts, a one-man machine, taking out rebels within my range of fire. But sadly I was getting overrun. With every two that fell, four more replaced them, ducking down back in the trenches reloading my gun I was interrupted by several rebel soldier jumping down in the trench, blasters at the ready. My training at the imperial academy kicked in, as well as my own personal sparing experience allowed me to get the upper hand, disarming and taking out all the soldiers in the trench. Grabbing the dead trooper's blaster I realize I was outnumbered and outgunned, reinforcement nowhere to be seen, or all killed. Reaching into my back pouch of my stormtrooper suit, I pulled out a photo. There in the photo was a beautiful woman, dark violet hair, drooping down the side of her face, blocking half the front side, her one visible violet colored eye sparkling, mostly because of the flash of the camera. There was a small smile, but nothing too happier, and I couldn't blame myself, this was the photo I left her, left Rachel to join the Empire's fight against the Rebel terrorists.

Promise me you're coming back. . .

. . .You have to come back.

The violet-haired girl replied to her stormtrooper boyfriend, who was in civilian clothes. She held her stomach with one hand while hugging him with her other.

. . .We'll be waiting.

Snapped out of his thoughts, the soldier set down the photo of his lover, looking at the closest dead rebel near him. Strapping him of his uniform, and taking off his in a rush and with ease, eyes aware of incoming enemies. Within seconds he managed to fully get suited up in the rebel suit, grabbing the photo and tucking it into the pocket of the unknown rebel outfit. Praying that this works, that the enemy is as stupid as he was taught back in the academy days, the soldier, whose name is unknown walked out of the trenches, his hand in a cease-fire motion.

"He's dead! the last of the stormtroopers are dead!" I shouted out, hoping they fall for the trick.

"The soldiers, still wary of their surrounding stood there for a few seconds, and finally let out a roar of cheering, they had done it, Kashyyyk was finally free of the empire.

The soldier followed the rebels back to their base, where all were debriefed on the situation at hands, and what was to happen next. The words that came out of the superior's mouth shocked the soldier.

"Rebels, fellow soldiers I have grand news," the commanding officer replied, "While this victory is a big one, I have received a message stating the battle of Endor has been won. The second death star, along with Emperor Palpatine and Vader have died, we've won."

A louder cheer erupted in the crowd of rebels and traitors, while in the back, covered in the darkness of the shadows I stood there, shocked and in awe. The Death Star, the emperor, my fellow soldiers die, all dead. What was there left to fight, what would happen to the mighty empire now?

Walking away from the briefing room, I needed time alone, time to myself, a way to escape. Making my way to the hangar bay where all the fighters were docked, I checked around and only a few droids here and there for maintenance and checking the gear and other stuff around the hangar bay. I found a nearby X-wing starfighter and hoped in, starting up the ship as the engines roared to life, taking off towards space, towards one place that calls to me.

Home. . .