The Uprising Imperial - A Star Wars FanFic
Here's a Star Wars story That I put together last night. You huys have to bare with me, I'm by no means a "Star Wars Genius". But I do know my share of Star Wars Facts. This Story takes place A few Days after "Order 66". For those of you who do not remember, Order 66 is when Darth sideous gives to order to the clone troopers to kill all the jedi and the Rebellion. Virtually Anything that poses a threat to The Imperials. The story is mostly about one fighter for the imperial forces, who is ready to stab the imperials in the back and willing to do anything to help the Rebellion. I hope you enjoy it. Here is the First Chapter...
Star Wars: The Uprising Imperial
Chapter 1
Darth Sidious has just executed Order 66. Jedi are dying everywhere, on planets all over. The Force is unbalanced, This attack was never foreseen by any master Jedi, the Dark side clouded their judgment, and their vision. The dark side has the upper hand now, It would seem as though nothing could prosper for the Jedi. But the Jedi that remain, weep at the loss of Others, and wait for their time to meet their demise, or fight unbelievable forces to stay alive. The Imperials seem relentless now, what they have worked for, for so long is now coming to conclusion. But not all sleep soundly. Especially 1 man.
“Farewell my friend. Fight Strong, and tread softly. Maybe I’ll see you when all this is over.” Said Lance, the Clone Trooper who seeks to help Barbox. “I hope so.” Said Barbox.
Barbox was a tall man. Not in any means a wookie, but under no circumstances a Jawa. He was once an imperial Fighter, But only because he was forced to. He had hated the Imperials with a passion and had been planning to escape, and waited for just the right moment. The moment where Imperial officers of all sorts would think for one moment that they were safe. The moment where it was time to celebrate. Due to the Dark side’s prosperity and Succession against the enemy.
Although Barbox had intensions to escape the imprisonment of The Imperials, He was hardly ready. All he had with him, was a blaster, and a Blade. Barbox farewelled his long Clone Trooper friend, and decided it was best to go for an escape pod.
But he would not to leave empty handed.
Barbox Pressed the control panel, making the door slide open, silently. There, outside the door, 2 Clone Troopers walked down, patrolling the hallways. Of corse the troopers knew Barbox was on their side. But then again it would seem foolish to go outside the Hallway rooms without proper authorization, after hours. Unfortunately for Barbox he had this not. So he decided to take action.
Barbox Slid his blade out from his Boot. It was about a 6 inch blade. Not too powerful. But It was Kill-Ready. He then shifted his weight to each stationary foot when walking, Which made no sound whatsoever when he walked. This was a difficult situation. 2 Clone Troopers, with almost full body armor were walking side by side with blasters at their waists. Now it was almost impossible to kill one without alerting the other. But Barbox was an expert tactical thinker and Fighter. He then Snuck behind one trooper, and pulled the knife to his throat. The little slit of unprotected flesh was about to be cut open by a razor-sharp, Ontionamic blade. Barbox was ready. Then, as if it were in a split second, He Slit the Left Clone’s throat. And in that same slicing motion, was able to cut the other Storm troopers throat without alerting any nearby Imperials and making no noise. Blood was present, but not pestering. Barbox could have taken their more advanced blasters at any moment. But he hated alarms more than anything In the Galaxy. So he kept a stealth state of mind.
Barbox contained the Blood-stained Knife in his Right hand and crept down the all white hallways, aware that at any moment Other Storm troopers would be down here Wondering why they were not communicating with the ships man control room.
The Barracks Hallways were empty for the time being. And He would like it to stay that way.
Footsteps were heard, And Barbox’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. But He Took a pull into a small alley-like hole in the side of the hallway. Only one trooper ran past him. Barbox knew what must be done. He then ran behind the trooper. And It was just a moments notice before his enemy took a turn into the hallway where the bloody clones lay. So without thinking, Barbox hurled his knife at the running Trooper.
The Knife then Fell to the ground. The butt of the knife hit his plastic helm, and caused no damage whatsoever. Barbox felt like an imbecile. Never in his life had he done something so Drastic, and yet so terribly foolish at the same time. Before the Storm trooper could turn to look at him, he took a turn into the hole once again.
The Clone picked up the blood soaked knife, and called for assistance over his communicator. Then after doing so, he gradually and cautiously crept towards where Barbox hid. Barbox’s heart was ponding with each step the trooper drew. Nearer and nearer he came, cautious of his surroundings. A drip of blood on the floor was noticed by the storm trooper. Puzzled, the storm trooper looked up from the drip, and there was Barbox. Barbox, took immediate action, and grabbed the Blaster rifle that The Storm trooper had upright and pointed. And made a Twisting motion with the gun, which in the process, Broke many frail bones in the Storm troopers hand. And fired the blaster at the troopers face. causing a burn to go through his white helmet. Even though his broken hand still lay on the guns Handle. Then, a loud noise surrounded the halls.
The Alarm sounded.