The Caves

They pointed their guns all around them, making a forward moving circle. 220 looked upward, not knowing exactly where these creatures could come from. The caves were lit up with torches on the walls. The interior was decorated with several trooper helmets and Ewok pottery. Blood stains led to a skeleton on the ground. “Jeez.” 224 lets out a comment.

“Keep down, I hear noises.” 223 says as we all crouch. There are faint shadows with no details. We come to a full stop. “224, stay here on account of your… attire.” She looks unhappy even though they can’t see her face, but stays put anyway. 220 and 223 advanced, keeping their guns at the ready. When the voices stopped and the shadows stopped moving, they charged in.

“Ahhhhh!” A woman screamed. She was wearing scout armor but her helmet was sitting on a rock. She had bright blonde hair and white toned skin. A second trooper was wearing regular class stormtrooper armor with her helmet on. Her right leg didn’t move as her left one did when we charged in. It must have been stuck.

We hold our hands up when we recognize who it is. “Hold on, are you two from the 2nd platoon?” We take off our helmets and show them our faces. Our extended time on Endor has given us a bit of stubble.

“Yes. Wait, you’re a lieutenant and you’re a corporal. I remember you. My designation is NT-225. And hers,” pointing to the blonde scout,“is 230. What are you guys doing?” The blonde didn’t break her gaze from 223.

“We are looking for somewhere to stay the night.” 223 glances back and forth between troopers.

“Well, your luck has just run out. We’ve been trying to make this place comfortable all night. We’re getting nowhere. And as you can see, we have had more than just that one trouble.” 230 points to the stormtrooper’s right leg. It appears to be lodged in a crack in the rock floor. She tried to pull it with no results. She attempts to stand up straight while talking and ends up causing her leg to fully submerge in the hole.

“And unfortunately for myself, this one’s been no help.” 225 responds, making 230 blush and then glare. She grunts, tugging on her leg. 220 and 223 look at each other, smiling.

“Loosen up your armor a bit so we can get you out of this.” She did. They each grab her stomach and leg. “Lift on three. One… Two… Three!” Shriiiiiiiiip! 225 falls on the ground and 220 and 223 are left stumbling. 225 stands up and pulls away her helmet as 220 and 223 reach for theirs. Her brown hair flows slightly in the unnoticeable wind, while she brushes it out of her toned face. She reveals her royal blue eyes.

“Thanks so much!” All of the other troopers can’t help but notice her bare right leg. 230 noticed that she could see a hint of ass. She caught on to our silence and looked downwards. She also saw the white armor and black body glove remains from inside the hole. She instantly begins covering up.

“Let go of yourself, soldier. We are professionals.” 223 signaled for her to get back up. She stood at attention. “Now what?” 223 whispered to 220.