Star Wars Fanon:FW/Book 4: Decisions

Nomination excerpt draft

Ace laid in his bed onboard the Thrush, a Venator-class Star Destroyer that had been remodeled into an Imperial-I class Star Destroyer. Ace stared at his basic Phase III Stormtrooper helmet, and nearly spat as he looked at it as he remembered the day when he was given it.

''I had been forced to switch armor yet again. My armor plates weren’t too bad, though not much of an upgrade from the Phase II. The helmet is what disgusted me. This newest “upgrade” had entirely removed the fin. It looked rather scary, far more intimidating than my previous one, kind of like a ghost. But what made me mad was the fact that I couldn’t put my telescopic eye or antenna attachment, and was told not to modify it due to it costing too much in materials, and it made mass repair and replacement too difficult. I told my officer that if I was shot in the face and died, and my helmet needed replacing, I’d take full responsibility for it. He put me on janitorial duty on the bridge for mouthing off. Secretly though, I moved my auto-lock circuitry to it, since it was only visible if somebody else put the helmet on. I also kept my old helmet, just in case I found a use for it later on.''

Another stormtrooper came into the room and yelled at Ace, “Hey dimwit, quit daydreaming about geonosians and do something useful!” Ace rolled his eyes and walked out of the room.

Oh, and that was another thing that happened when I became an Imperial Trooper; we got a replacement for Circuit, I still remember the day Ice walked into the room three years ago, like it was yesterday.

Ice walked into the room with his head held high, his short blonde hair spiked up, and his mouth curled up in a prideful sneer like he owned the whole ship. His tone matched his face perfectly, “Ugh. Figures I’d end up on a team with all clones.”

He walked over to Greeneye and stared down at him disapprovingly, “What the heck is wrong with your eyes?”

Greeneye looked at him and said calmly, “I have a defect that makes them green.”

Ice began to laugh and say, “Ha, you look ridiculous.”

Greeneye looked hurt and said, “No I don’t!”

Ice pushed Greeneye, almost knocking him over, it was then that I decided to step in. “Hey, back off pal, we’re all on the same side.”

Ice came stomping over to me, and pushed his chest up against mine, towering over me by about 3 inches, and then said, “And who put you in charge, huh?”

I didn’t like his attitude at all, but I held my temper as I said, “Lieutenant Keeli did.”

I was shocked when Ice didn’t even seem the slight bit intimidated, and said, “Well, if you haven’t noticed, Keeli isn’t here, so why don’t you back off, shorty?”

I stood on my tiptoes, putting me almost nose-to-nose with him, and was disappointed when we were interrupted by an Imperial Officer who came into the room, saying to me, “CT-29-5590, I have a mission for you and your team.”

I stepped away from Ice, who gave me a glare and said under his breath, “This isn’t over, shorty.”

I ignored him, and the Officer continued, “As you know, the Devastator recently captured a Rebel Transport, and captured Princess Leia.”

Ace and the rest of the team nodded, and the Officer continued, “Unfortunately, right before she was captured, the Princess uploaded the plans for the Emperor’s Battle Station into an Astromech Droid, which escaped with the plans in an escape pod.”

Ace was surprised that the droid had managed to escape so easily, then again, the Princess was known for her unstereotypical skills with a blaster. The Officer continued, “CT-29-5590, I want you and your team to take a transport shuttle down to Tatooine, and hunt the droid down and recover the stolen plans.”

Ace nodded, and Ice rolled his eyes and said, “Don’t worry Officer. I’ll make sure the plans are actually recovered.”

Ace wanted to punch Ice right then and there, but with the Officer there he couldn’t afford to make a bad display, he held his temper yet again. The Officer nodded, and the six stormtroopers headed down the hallway towards the left hangar.