Star Wars: A Lost Trooper

C10

I awake once more. I soon found myself to not have the headache that I once had . I'm lucky that I don't have such. I force myself out of the bead and make my way out. When I look to the sky I see the sun. High up in all its glory. I hear the hum of LAATs flying close. I look to my six and see them. The white republican beauties flying overhead with troopers. Fresh troopers. The same poor souls that will probably die within the next month. I remember when I went on my first patrol. It still haunts me til this day. The thought of being ambushed in the heavily dense jungle while going down a slim walkway on a mountain pass beside a cliff. The jungle is not to be underestimated as it can be an enemy all by itself. I still remember, I remember the horror.

"It's dark. Very dark. I reckon that it's probably around three. Probably not but it seems to be due to how dark it is. The heat is still horrible and the bugs still bite our skin. I look to my left and see my squad leader. Corporal Trigger. We call him this because of how quick to the trigger he is. If he hears even the slightest noise he'll light up the area that it came from. That is when it's free-fire. We aren't in a free-fire zone now, and we don't want to give our position away to the charlies.  We are coming up to the end of our patrol and luckily we haven't encountered anything yet. I look to the dense jungle on our three. Nothing. Nothing but the steady breathing of the guys. I hear one of them speak up.
Scraps: Why are we out here at night of all times?
That's Scraps. We have Trigger, Scraps, Dark, and me. The squad is relatively large for the 212th. We have an extra guy. That extra man would be me. Anyways. The name Scraps comes from the fact that he is the first to offer to eat what you don't. Dark's name comes from the fact that he has an extremely dark sense of humor.
Me: Not sure Scraps
Dark laughs a little bit.
Dark: Maybe they wanna kill us off because of how good they are, jealous little fuckers
Scraps: Not funny Da-
Trigger: Com silence
We suddenly come to a sudden halt and  an eerie silence ensues.
Me: Sir you're proba-
I'm cut off  by the sudden sound of what sounds like one-hundred bolts being fired at us. Of course there is only going to be about 5 or so. We dive to the ground and we see 6 droids painted in jungle camouflage slowly, lifelessly, and robotically walk out of the jungle scanning. We play dead and have them believe that we're dead. I hear my scared hyperventilating, and same for Scraps. I hear the droids stop. I hear the movement of a helmet and then pleas to live accompanied by the quick shuffling. I'm guessing to escape.
Scraps: No! Please, sto-
I instantly hold my breath when his life is cut short from a single blaster bolt. I slowly move my hand up to my blaster. I rest my hand on the blaster grip. I hear the metallic footsteps resume then stop beside me. I hear the readying of the blaster and then I grip my blaster right and swing it to the droid beside me. It hits and the droid looses its balance. It falls back and I hear my squad jolt into action. I see Trigger jump up and attempt to shoot he is quickly mowed down by the droids and I hear him scream.
Trigger: Oh, goddamn it!
I quickly shove myself off the ground and I blast a droid in the chest. It falls onto its back. I look to Dark and see him backing towards the edge.
Me: Black, watch out!
He quickly turns to me quickly and trips on a rock. I see him fall to the base of the cliff and I hear him scream. I quickly recover and fire into the group. Dark had managed to destroy one or two before his fall. I effectively destroy one before they are forced to retreat. They fall back into the forest and I run to Trigger's side. He's unconscious. I crouch down and pick him up. I drape him over my right shoulder as I rush back. I hear a single bolt go off. It hits Trigger in the back and the force of the impact makes me lose balance. I fall and I look as he rolls off the side of the mountain pass."

I snap out of it and look to my six. I see Angel standing there worryingly. She looks at me.
Me: I'm fine. I just feel like I could've prevented something.