A story of a Shoretrooper who works for the Empire
That was my name. I used to work for the Empire on Scarif.
I was a shoretrooper...
"MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!"
Footsteps crunched in the sand at a rapid pace as about 20 to 25 shoretroopers rushed out to their outposts to see what was going on.
"STATIONS NOW!!!" Yelled the commander as I looked out to see six rebel x-wings getting closer and closer.
I rushed over to the Morellian 35c repeater that was propped up on the wall in the outpost. It was my special blaster. I had had that blaster for three years. It was basically mine.
I snapped back to reality. I propped the 35c on the window of the outpost and waited for the...
"OPEN FIRE!!!" Yelled the squad commander.
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger and the plasma energy that shot from the gun hit the wing of the first x-wing, making it crash in a burning heap into the water.
Other shoretroopers took down the other two.
After they were taken down, we were instructed to stay at our posts just in case more came. We were stuck there for three hours standing at our posts.