[Fic] Untitled.

[Reclaimer]

My name is Zakk Harrison, Sergeant in the Rebellion, and leader of Vector Squad. I’ve seen a lot of battles, and they weren’t pretty. I’ve always told myself I wanted to write an autobiography, so here I go.

 

It all started back at Yavin. Commander Skywalker blew up the Death Star, and we were on the run. The Imperials were looking for us, left and right, but we fortunately dodged them, but we’ve had close encounters. After a few months though, we could keep it up. Inside sources told us that we would be making a place on a cold planet. That place would be Hoth.

 

Hoth, at a glance, was a cold, barren, deserted world. No inhabitants, no plants, pretty much no life. As the landing party searched the fields of snow, they found life, a creature known as a tauntaun. We were able to tame many of these for riding soon enough. Word got to us that the landing party found a good spot for a base, and that work crews and troops should be sent in. As we prepared to head down to the surface, we had no idea what was to meet us.

 

Vector squad was my squad. Me and Erew, a Wookie, were the only original members. After a deadly encounter on Tatooine, I lost two riflemen and a marksman. Erew and I survived though, barely. Another rifleman, marksman, and demolitions soldier replaced the lost troops. I checked over my winter gear, and weather proofed my rifle. Soon enough, we felt the dropship descend from the hangar and into space. On the way down, the ship’s commander briefed us, telling us what our job was to be. We were to escort mechanics and crew members into the caves and out. Simple enough, right? So it seemed…

 

We landed not too long after that, and we left the ship. Many other soldiers were already down here, so it was pretty secure. After checking in with the officer in charge, we were assigned our duty, Crew Team 4 – Cave Z45. We found the crew, and headed out to the cave. It was a good kilometer, and tiring going up and down hills. Within the hour, we had reached the caves. The crew thanked us, and headed in.

 

As we waited the six hours until we escorted them back, we shared stories of our war experiences, our families, and the like. As we talked, I couldn’t help but notice no sound coming from the cave, I put it off, thinking it was the wind causing this, but soon, others began to realize it too. Erew lifted his head up, and smelt the air. He growled, “Blood.”

 

We readied our weapons, and the rifleman took point, entering the cave. We crept slowly, point our weapons after every sign of movement. Soon, a faint smell lingered, but as we continued, it got stronger and stronger. As we rounded a corner, we found its source, a dead corpse. We jumped back at the sight. The corpse had on a bloody worker outfit, like the ones the crew had on. I turned to the marksman.

 

“Our personal comm. units won’t work. Head back outside and radio on the main comm. Tell them the situation, and that were proceeding on.” I ordered.

 

“Yes sir, on it right away.”

 

The marksman turned around, and left. I turned to the rifleman, and nodded to continue on. We walked around the corpse, down a long, icy hallway. Along the walls, dried blood was all over, as if the victim was thrown around. Erew stopped, and signaled us to do the same. He made a hand motion, jerking his thumb over his neck, telling us to be silent, and try not to breath, as we did, we heard heavy breathing. We looked around our squad, to only see it wasn’t from us. Erew withdrew his long combat knife, and gripped his bowcaster with another. He slowly moved around the corner, into the next hallway…

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Yeah, cliff hanger, I know. I wrote this at like, 6am in the morning. Comments appreciated. I may continue this if anyone likes it.

[Empress Padme]

I love cliffhangers. This was good. I hope you do write more.

[Ferc Kast]

Looks good. Only 1 minor problem that I can see with it: Correctly spelling the word 'Wookiee'. Other than that, keep up the good work.