A disturbance

220 wakes up, remembering all about last night. He looks around, not seeing anyone else awake yet. Not that he can see that far over the other people with 224’s arms clinging to him and holding him down. He doesn’t want to wake her. He rests his head and think about how they even got here. He hears the birds chirping above all of them and the river running just feet away. A minute of peace passes before it’s broken by the screaming of a woman. He jolts up, making 224 wake. He grabs his groin armor and wakes the others.

224 stares up at him as he grabs an E-11 blaster and helmet. “What is it?”

“Someone’s in trouble. Screaming from the south.” 220 shakes 225 awake. He thinks about also waking 223 and 230, but after seeing them(still naked mind you), decides to let them be. “Let’s go.”

225 runs ahead, faster than the other two. She halts and puts a hand at her brow. “There’s another one. A trooper!”

“Wait for us. Can we help him-I mean her?” 220 caught himself remembering the scream. The trooper in danger was definitely a woman, the danger being quicksand. She was where you would guess is nipple deep for her in the pit and hastily sinking. Her helmet and blaster were thrown to the side, most likely from her plunge into the sand. The only visible armor was clean, shiny, and new minus a couple shallow scratches.

225 takes the initiative to free the newbie, trying to pull, not nearly enough to help. “Will someone come over here and help me?” She gets onto her knees for better support and leverage.

224 runs over to assist, no more dressed than before, mostly armorless. She reaches her arm out to start pulling. Together, they make good progress. The black haired woman is almost freed. They almost have her out until 225 puts down her arm for better leverage. Her entire arm sinks down to her shoulder.

‘Great, now there’s two of them. This is getting out of hand.’ 220 thinks to himself before reaching over 225’s shoulders and grabbing just above her breasts to yank her out. 225 flings back onto the ground. Her whole arm’s worth of armor and suit is gone without a trace. 220 quickly assists 224 and pulls the rookie out of the pit. 220 and 224 both notice the various missing armor pieces but all the ones on her still seem pure white.

“What’s your call sign?” The lieutenant asks her.

“Call sign? Oh! My-my designation is NT-232. Sorry, it’s been a stressful night.”

“232, huh? Not from my platoon but equally welcome. This is 224 and the other, there, is 225. I’m lieutenant 220. If you’ll follow us back to camp, you’ll meet 230 and corporal 223.”

“What platoon are you from?”

“2nd Platoon.”

“Ah, well I’ve had a few run ins with Ewoks. They took a nice chunk of my armor before I escaped. I could grab only a handful of my belongings so that before I ran. Eventually, when I was putting on my clothes, I realized just how few I had. I’d probably die of embarrassment if anyone saw me nude, I only barely managed with those creatures.”

225 looked her up and down. She was basically only wearing her black suit, helmet, torso and crotch armor, boots and a couple spots here and there, which is maybe half compared to a normal stormtrooper like herself.

“I’ll go wake the others.” 224 jogs ahead. She stops at 223’s area. Seeing 230 completely naked and 223 close to the same state, she warns them. “Umm, hello, we’ve picked up another trooper. If I were you I’d get dressed.”

223 wakes to the sight of 224 and her voice. He rubs his eyes and as he sees very asleep and very naked 230, he covers her with a small blanket he stole from the bunker and started getting dressed. “She’ll join us later.” He says as he puts on his belt and boots.

220 looks back and forth between the two half naked women following him. He doesn’t know if suddenly 225 has become very interested, is lesbian, or just weird but it seems she has kept a very keen eye on 232’s legs the whole walk. He still brings them into camp. No food is present, which happens to be one of the important things they overlooked when escaping the station. The closest food is berries and fish. Nobody here would like to dine on Ewok flesh. Seeing that they neither had knowledge of their herbology on Endor, nor a fishing rod, neither is a good option.