A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.... Episode 4 1/2 "Super Troopers" "ALL FIGHTERS, MAN YOUR STATIONS! ALL FIGHTERS, MAN YOUR STATIONS! THE REBEL ALLIANCE IS MAKING AN ASSAULT ON THE DEATH STAR!" "Oooh, what fresh hell is this?" groaned Maar as he struggled to wake up, blinking a few times as the warning sirens continued to echo around him. Pushing himself upwards, Maar put a hand against his forehead and shut his eyes tight, trying to calm the aching headache the loud wailing had given him. Two hours ago, he had been on sanitation duties when there was a massive riot in detention block AA-23. Apparently some rebels had managed to sneak aboard the Death Star and broke Princess Leia Organa out of her containment cell. Matt had unfortunately missed the action as he was about wrist-deep in Tusken Chilli 'leftovers'. Why was it that he always got sanitation duties after 'Spicy Saturday'? Probably because nobody wants to clean up the chilli poop and he always drew the short straw. Once his job was complete, Maar decided to catch up on a few hours of missed sleep, only to be rudely awoken by the current wailing sirens that plagued the halls. To the right of his bed stood a side table, upon which he had laid his helmet. Maar had removed the top half of his armour prior to his nap, leaving his bare chest exposed to the cold air of the Death Star as he removed his blanket. Damn air conditioning was on the fritz again, but at least it was better then sweating his ass off on Tatooine. He would take the cold any day over the heat generated from the blazing twin Suns of his home planet. But as Maar turned his head towards the helmet, he noticed it was gently vibrating. Rolling his eyes, he reached for the communicator embedded into the outside of his mouthpiece and turned it on. "Whaaaat?" "TK-947, why weren't you answering?" "Because I spent the whole day cleaning up your crap, Captain Zetna. I'm off duty right now, so can we make this quick?" "Don't talk back to me, TK-947! Did you not hear the warning signals?!" "ALL FIGHTERS, MAN YOUR STATIONS! ALL FIGHTERS, MAN YOUR STATIONS! THE REBEL ALLIANCE IS MAKING AN ASSAULT ON THE DEATH STAR!" "It's hard not to... Wait, the Rebels are doing what?!" "A full out assault on the Death Star! Lord Vader has commanded that all available troops man the battle stations, so get your ass in gear!" "R-Right away, sir!" exclaimed Maar, his voice suddenly unnerved as he realized the dire situation he was in. If the Rebels succeeded, the space station could blow up at any time! He needed to fight them off! Jumping out of his bed as fast as possible, Maar collected the discarded pieces of his armour as he pulled up his undershirt. Throwing his armour on next, the young Stormtrooper primed his weapons, throwing the T-21 Blaster Rifle into the holster over his shoulder while he picked up the E-11 Blaster placed by the nightstand. The final thing Maar grabbed before running out the door was his helmet, tossing it on with the utmost urgency. But as he was in a rush, he forgot that the doorway to his bunk was an inch lower then the other doorways on the Death Star and banged his head roughly. Recoiling a bit and groaning from the sudden jolt, Maar shook his head and cursed loudly. Looking frantically down the hallways to his left and to his right, Maar tried to remember where his 'battle station' was. "Deck A? Deck B? A? B? A? B? OhCrapOhCrapOhCrap!" quietly exclaimed the panicked Maar, jogging on the spot as his indecisiveness only prolonged the chance that he could die. But as he determined which path he was going to follow, the ground beneath him shook violently and the walls around him exploded with a violent array of sparks. Stormtroopers who were passing by Maar's dorm were suddenly thrown to the ground with the impact of what could only be described as the detonation of a proton torpedo. Hitting the ground with an audible thud, Maar tried to gather his thoughts as his senses returned. The detonation had been close, but it seemed to not damage anything in this sector too badly. But just as Maar was pushing himself up, he overheard a group of Stormtroopers talking about the damages. However, as the ringing in his ears continued to disappear and reappear in a constant motion, Maar lost quite a bit of the message. "We're... Heavy dama... Loss of power... Detention Bl... LP-27..." Maar's eyes suddenly went wide as he overheard the last bit of information. While Maar had his orders to help keep the Death Star from being destroyed/over taken, he knew he couldn't just ignore the fact that an entire detention block had been deactivated. Some of the most dangerous criminals in the galaxy were kept aboard the highly secure detention block. The worst part? Most of them were part of the Rebel Alliance. Pushing himself off the ground and dashing down the right hallway, Maar gripped his blaster tightly and prayed that the other Stormtroopers could defend their home base. Although his priorities should have laid elsewhere, Maar knew that if the prisoners managed to break free, then the Imperial forces would have to fight the battle from two fronts and couldn't afford to waste time battling the escaped Rebels. So, as he ran, Maar tapped into his communication systems and let out an open alert across any nearby channels. "This is TK-947, I need any available troops who aren't headed to their battle stations to follow me to Detention Block LP-27. The Rebels have severed power to the containment cells and we cannot allow the prisoners to leave the Death Star! If they escape, then they'll rejoin with the Rebel fleet! I'm on my way to secure the detention block, then I'm heading into battle! But I could really use the help!"