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The beginning of TK-2432


3 ABY Briefing Facility - Location:Coruscant

"Young soldiers, it has been less thank a week since you graduated from the Academy. At the academy and planet Carida you men have proven yourself Elite."

"Lord Vader has placed you all in the 'Imperial Death Squadron' under his personal command. Upon joining the 'Imperial Death Squadron' you will have joined the elite of the elite on a flagship unit of the Imperial Navy."

"The ship you will all be based on is named the 'Executor', Lord Vader is aboard as we speak. It will be your job to protect him at all times at all costs." the Admiral stopped speaking, facing us he nodded his head.

The great doors, in front of the troops and to the back of the Admiral, opened. Great light poured into the concrete room they we were briefed in.

"Follow these men, they will equip you and inform you."

Two men in black uniforms and a garrison cap walked towards the greatly lighted room. The young men filled into the room.

As soon as we entered the room, great white armor, other accesories, hundreds of firearms and other weapons, became visible.

"You come here." one of the officers pointed at me. "You are no longer known as who you think you are, because you are now TK-2432". I was given an identification card with my number, name and other miscellanous information."

The taller of the officers motioned me to come to him over by the white armor. Like he had already knew my measurements, he went to each size of mine and picked the armor parts for me. I held them and swung some over the shoulder, we continued to the helmets, I had remembered working with these during war games on Carida."The helmet also assists in aiming at moving targets. The Comtech Series IV helmet speaker uses three-phase sonic filtering for clear sound .... The armour is equipped with IFF circuitry for identification and command purposes for identifying each other." Those lines were spoken to me at a camp on Cairda by a Stormtrooper Lieutenant during training.

I picked up a helmet and continued on to the firearms with the officer, I looked behind me and saw another person being equipped at the armor.

At the blasters I had noticed that there were more powercell units then at camp ... we had been cheated at camp, I concluded.

Carefully not dropping any of my equipment, I swiped up an E-11 and continued out of the room, into what looked like a gigantic dressing room.

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TK-2432 Chapter Number 2

I entered the room, and began to suit up. Soon many followed, most were clones with the exception of a few non-clones including me.

No one spoke, we just looked at each other in a very curious way. Before long, we could not see each others faces. We were all corresponding, great white armour troops with blasters.

We stood at attention according do out identification numbers, waiting for the Admiral and the officers.

Shortly the Admiral joined us in the room, we salute, he saluted back. "We will now take a Sentinel to the Executor."

We marched behind the Admiral into an external dock. It was now night, sounds of ships whistling by filled the air, the breeze found its way through my armor and into my helmet, cooling me.

Our squad entered the ship, we all stood nervously awaiting our arrival at the Executor.

It was hours before a member of the squad announced we were almost there. I looked outside, other than the stars, all I saw was a huge battlecruiser ... roughly 13,000 meters in length.

Butterflies raced inside of me, I had not been more anxious other than my first day at the Academy.

I felt our ship slow as we were devoured by the Executors dock. The Admiral arose from his seat and strolled down the ships ramp stiffly, making sharp turns, our squad mimed his actions and filed behind him.

In front of us we saw numerous Stormtroopers, many with colored shoulder guards having brigades behind them. Silence had seem to overthrow the Executor.

As if he had appeared out if thin air, a towering figure in black armor approached us. He spoke/breathed to us " Young recruits breathe I have handpicked all of you breathe to join my Imperial Death Squadron, we will destroy all who breathe defy the Empire's rule of the galaxy."

His bariton voice and scary breathing sent shivers down my spine. He was pure evil. This was my leader.

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TK-2432 Chapter 3


For months our battlecruiser and small ships wandered through many systems sending out countless probes into the barren space to land on planets.

Hundreds of planets, but no Rebel bases. Just gigantic spheres of color, where there was creatures, and allied races living their meaningless lives.

I had been at the dining hall, eating of course when I felt we had shifted. I ran outside of the hall to the nearest window. We were headed towards a white covered planet, it had about 5 planets scattered around it. Did we find the Rebels?!

I felt presence behind me, I quickly turned around. It was a higher ranked officer, I saluted. "I was just getting back to my corridor, sir" I quickly stated. "Well if you had been, where you ought to of been, you would have been informed that we are now heading for the Sixth planet of Hoth. We have located the Rebels." answered the officer.

I was far from my corridor, I quickly paced to my dorm with the others in my squad. I reached the room, everyone was gloom. I asked "What are you guys standing about for? Suit up we need to report to the dock at once!", they looked at me with dissapointment "We are Stormtroopers, not Snowtroopers, we aren't effeciently equipped for this planet."

I was shocked and angry, I had trained and trained for this battle, and it was taken away from me in a single sentence. I sat on my metal slate called a bed and looked around, I saw the same emotion as mine.

Suddenly through the intercom a voice was heard "TK-2432, report immediately to the Armory". I looked around. "GO!"

Many men were there, taking off their non-combat uniforms and putting on these caped armor suits.

A dressed down officer handed me, custom armor; including overgarments and heavy boots and a standard E-11. I quickly dressed and followed where the rest of them had exited.

"... Snowtroopers are usually specially trained, but you Stormtroopers have again been chosen by Lord Vader. Your mission is to help Lord Vader find a man by the name of 'Skywalker'. Protect him at all costs."

First I was chosen to be a Stormtrooper, then to be in some special squadron, now I am chosen to be a part time Snowtrooper. I must have had a "Pick Me" sign on my back.

To be continued...

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