Untold stories of the troopers

Chapter 1- A Past Long Gone

Harsh dessert sands spread out for infinity, heat waves slapped at the battered storm trooper armor that Dac wore. No. He wasn't Dac anymore. He was cg-81. A storm trooper. A Sergeant. And he had a mission. To find a golden protocol droid, and an old-style R2 unit. He lifted his micro-scanner to his helmet and scanned the vast dessert again. Nothing. Just as he was about to move his squad out, he got a call from base. "Cg-81, proceed to coordinates 24-36.-44"

Cg-81 confirmed the order and headed his squad out. It would take a good day's journey to reach the coordinates, so he settled back in his speeder and punched in the coordinates and let autopilot take over. As the hours dragged by, he found himself thinking of his old life. This was forbidden by the empire. After one went into the academy, they weren't allowed to even think of their old lives. Their habits were broken and new ones formed. Friends and family soon forgotten. And their old lives were soon no more. For cg-81, this was an easy task. He didn't want to remember his old life. This made him stand out from the rest, and soon got him promoted. But today, he was stationed on the planet were it all took place. Tatooine. Slowly, he drifted into a deep daydream, and a memory from the past surfaced.

He stood in his home, in mos eisly. It was a smaller cubical unit. But it was home. One that he and his parents shared happily. His Father was a mechanic, mostly hired during pod races. And mother was a teacher at the small school down the road. Dac was learning to be a mechanic. Not because he liked it, or because he was good at it. It was mostly because it was the best work to be found. And also because he had to support his fiancé, Mary, when they got married. In fact, she was headed over to help him look for a job when she got off at her job. A seamstress.
Dac waited and waited. For three hours past their meeting time he waited. But still, no Mary. He was just about to go look for her when a knock came at the door. He rushed to it and hit the circuit to open it. But what he saw wasn't what he expected. There was a man in a speeder gang outfit, he took his hat off and asked if this was the home of Dac Oikimino. Dac, puzzled, said it was.
"Well, sir, it's about your fiancé.... there was a speeder accident... she was crossing the street and didn't hear it approaching... she was killed instantly." Dac's world switched over to slow motion. He heard the man ask if he would like to see the body, and without thinking, he nodded. The next thing he knew the man was leading him out to a speeder parked out in front of his parents apartment, there was a small trailer on the back, with a bundle strapped to it. The man looked at Dac and told him it wasn't a pretty sight. But Dac said he wanted to see. The man slowly pulled the tarp covering the body on the trailer. It was Mary. Her body was mangled beyond recognition. But he could still tell by her face. The only thing that seemed to survive the terrible accident... Dac suddenly couldn't breath... he stumbled and the man helped to steady him... he slowly regained his composure and asked the man if he would take her to be buried. He said he would and Dac thanked him and with all his might walked back to his parents house. He heard the man yelling at him about something but it was too late. He was already in the house. Just inside his mother met him.

"What's going on? Who was at the door?" She asked, but before she asked anything else, She saw the tears streaming down his face. She slowly walked up to him and guided him to a chair. She sat him down and he began to cry. Telling her what the the officer had said and what he had seen. By this time he had enough controls of himself to slow to silent crying. His mother stroked his arm and listened to all he had to say. And when he was done, she hugged him.

"Do you need anything ?" She asked, concerned.
He shook his head and headed to the door, grabbing his cloak and headed out the door. He walked down his street and kept walking. He didn't know where he was going. He just wanted to be away from this place. Everything reminded him of her. The shops she loved to stop and look at, the children playing in the street, and the smells even. He hung his head, pulled his cloaks hood up and kept walking. He walked for hours. Soon it was dark, and he kept walking. He walked all night, and all day the next day without stopping. Finally, he collapsed. Exhausted, thirsty, hungry, and ready to die. In his dreams he heard the crackle of a radio, then an engine. He also felt himself being lifted up and placed on a flat surface.

"This is it," he thought. "I'm dead." But When he opened his eyes , he was on some kind of ship in a bacta tank. He was only able to maintain consciousness a few seconds, but he saw white storm trooper armor. And then he slipped back into under. When he woke again, he was on a cramped bed in an infirmary. Wearing white pants and no shirt.A medical droid came over and scanned him then sent out a call and walked away. Soon two storm troopers came and escorted him to an office with a small bare desk and two chairs. They left him there and he waited. Soon an empirial officer, not too high in rank came in the room and sat behind the desk.

"At 0023 hours last week, a squad of our storm troopers found you half dead in the dessert on Tatooine. They transported you here where we have given you medical treatment and basically saved your life."
Dac was silent. Staring at the man. He barely heard a word he said. The man continued.
"Since we found no identification and no one was looking for you, the empire was gracious enough to take you in." Still Dac said nothing. The man looked right into Dacs eyes and slid a piece of paper across the desk. Dac picked it up. It was an enrollment paper, for the empires storm trooper academy. He looked up. The officer stood up. And held out his hand.

"No matter what you were in the past is now no longer. You're part of the empire. Congratulations." His words sounded empty, but nonetheless Dac reached out and shook his hand.

"Sir! Sir! We have arrived." A voice pulled Cg-81 out of his sleep and back to the present time. He checked the computer to see where he was exactly. Him and his squad had arrived at a moisture farm, owned by Lars Owen. Their resources said that Owen had bought two droids that fit the description to a T of the droids they were after. The orders were to kill everyone inside. Cg-81 grabbed his blaster and headed towards the settlement as two figures walked out and watched them come. Cg-81 stopped. Took aim. And fired.