Anon: First Order Stormtrooper (WIP)

First Order Anon

>Holy shit, it's actually happening
>When Captain Phasma announced the newest line of Troopers ready to be put on her personal training you could hardly believe your numbers were up there
>AN0N
>Weird for a Stormtrooper sure, but dammit were they yours
>Years of training had been leading you up to this moment, just to be announced by some random lieutenant, but THIS?
>Phasma herself?
>Someone can send you to Vader and back, but the huge smile and pride you have isn't going anywhere
>But while you are happy you were good enough to make Phasma's personal honor roll list that only meant more training, more missions, and more chances to die
>Now as much as you'd like more promotions you sure as hell aren't going to want to die before you can even get one
>You never were much of a worker anyway
>Honestly what was the use of a trooper if a Jedi was there, I mean they have the Sith for a reason right?
Because a trooper isn't good enough to combat them?
>What was really the point for a trooper if they were so expendable?
>But in the end you always looked back at the battles of your predecessors
>Tales of strength and wit that far surpassed the Rebels in their time
>The rebirth of those Heroes is here and it starts with your legend
>At least that's what you always think to yourself when you have power fantasies
>But as you look realistically in your head instead you realize what comes next
>And you couldn't wait to get your armor in such a little amount of time
>That divine white armor with less than a point one percent of flaws in efficiency and design
>The pure contrast of pure white snow and pitch black darkness on the armor showing the hope we keep and protect from those filth resistance scum
>The sleek design protruding power and intimidation
>And your weapon?
>Your choice
>An FWMB-10, repeating blaster a heavy blaster that could decimate a foe within a few seconds?
>Or a D-93 Incinerator, a barrage of flames that consume someone like a Sarlaac?
>An F-11D blaster, and SE-44C blaster pistol, a reliable match that could last you for until the Second Order if one came?
>A Z6 Riot Control Baton accompanied by a lightweight composite ballistic riot shield, Capable of defeating almost any opponent in combat, including a Jedi?
>The possibilities were a symphony to your ears as the names and power each of these weapons held in just their names
>A Z6 baton seems like the perfect choice, you always did think the Sith were strong, and to be able to show your strength to them would be perfect, hell you might even be force sensitive or something like that
>It always did seem like some weird magic the force users had, but you never really questioned it. Seriously, if you could pick up something from a desk a mile away you wouldn't care if it's magic or if you grew an invisible tentacle
>Besides, this is what you wanted, a chance to be able to fight a force user and have more than a one percent chance at success! The stories of power and wit from them was amazing and you wanted to show that you: a simple-No a heroic Stormtrooper could easily defeat such a legend in their own form of combat.
>So you decided that this was it, the baton was right for you
>Captain Phasma's instructions said to meet at the hangar, a strange place to start training but training nonetheless you suppose
>After a few minutes you reach the hangar on the star destroyer
>"I see that the last of the cadets are entering now. Excellent then we shall begin."
>A number of strange tests were given to each cadet
>A few seemed oddly specific such as: Are you afraid of heights? Do you experience Vertigo? It pieced together in your head that they were searching for possible pilots, but you didn't want to become one anyway so when you weren't summoned in front of Phasma you weren't saddened
>Out of the fifty of us cadets, only 15 were chosen. You expected more but you guess that a fear of heights is larger than you thought for some of you
>"These cadets will be turned into pilots, see to it that they are properly trained." The Captain said this as she spoke to a pilot who apparently earned the name Spit Fire from rumors heard around you
>As she and her newly met cadets walk off you notice Captain Phasma's helmet turned towards you and your fellow cadets
>"Welcome to hell cadets"
>It hurts
>Training from Captain Phasma was going to be hard, you knew that from the start but this is almost impossible, hell one actual trooper decided to watch you and he was leaving by the fifth lap around the ship
>But you can tell it's paying off
>You feel faster, more alert, stronger and overall better
>Just the other day when you were tasked with cargo movement across the ship, you could barely make it half way without needing to take a break afterwards
>But this time you just needed a quick swig of water and bam you were already at the cafeteria before very other cadet. Except for one
>A female cadet with a mess of rainbow hair who probably put on her helmet anytime any one of higher status came along to hide the obvious rule breaking of both her color and length of hair
>RD42
>You never much cared for her or her way of rule breaking
>You approach RD42 and decide to ask her about this whole rule breaking act
"Not many cadets break the rules as much as you, let alone as nonchalantly"
>"What does it matter to you? You're probably just a hypocrite breaking more than I am."
>As your anger is contained it might be hard to keep it that way being around this "trooper"
>You leave her and her ways alone
>The next few weeks are a blur and all of the training as well
>Your body feels like you were cut into pieces and put back together again even better than before
>Your strength, speed and stamina have been increased significantly
>The weeks were unforgettable but this day was different
>As you finished training barely breaking a sweat the Captain approached you
>"AN0N, follow me for a moment cadet"
>All of the other cadets' eyes were focused on you, some showing anger, pity, respect and one even showed a slight smirk
>The smirk came from a certain trouble making trooper
>You walked with the Captain as she took you through halls of the ship and to the armory
>"You show promise AN0N, even some troopers can't keep up with you cadet. Your ability is being wasted where you already excel so I offer you something I haven't offered to any cadet in a long time. I want to personally overlook your training."
"But Captain, aren't you already doing that?"
>"If you can call babysitting training then I just might be overlooking. Most of those cadets will be in that training for years, but you. You're different like I was when I was a cadet."
"Really Captain?"
>"You're probably going to be a trooper faster than I did cadet, so what do you say?"
"I would be honored Captain."
>You walked with the Captain as she took you through halls of the ship and to the armory
>"You show promise AN0N, even some troopers can't keep up with you cadet. Your ability is being wasted where you already excel so I offer you something I haven't offered to any cadet in a long time. I want to personally overlook your training."
"But Captain, aren't you already doing that?"
>"If you can call babysitting training then I just might be overlooking. Most of those cadets will be in that training for years, but you. You're different like I was when I was a cadet."
"Really Captain?"
>"You're probably going to be a trooper faster than I did cadet, so what do you say?"
"I would be honored Captain."
>"Good, meet me here tomorrow four hours earlier than usual training"
>Four hours? Ugh
>At least you're being trained personally now
>It honestly doesn't feel much better than normal training
>It's probably just a label to show the prowess of your success as a cadet
>"Before you go cadet, I want to give you a welcoming present to my training."
"And what would that be Captain?"
>She points behind her and says something you've been dying to hear
>"Choose what you'll take into the war AN0N. I hope to see successful results from you."
>It's more than you could dream of. Weapons of pristine shape and maintenance all at your disposal
>"Pick something kid." An unfamiliar voice says
>You turn to see a trooper in full armor and a good old SE-44C pistol at his side
>You gawk at his very presence, most troopers are too busy in the fray, working or patrolling to even notice you, let alone talk to you.
>"Uh you alright kid?"
>You pull yourself together as you realize you're staring
"Uh yeah I'm great right now actually!"
>"Well don't just stand there. Pick something out."
>You look around and see heaps of weapons laid out everywhere for you to see and pick
>They all seem tempting but one seems to be more than the others
>A Z6 baton and shield
>You pick up the two in haste
>"Heh nice kid."
"I've always wanted one of these you know."
>You say as you hold the baton and give it a few swings
>"You know we're in a war right? I don't want to put a damper on you but you're going to need something long range for any enemy carrying a blaster"
>You hadn't completely thought about that
>"Tell you what kid, you can grab one of those blaster pistols and be on your merry way with three weapons on you"
"You're sure Captain won't mind?"
>"She sent me in here to make sure she would mind. She doesn't want you dead on the spot, otherwise she wouldn't offer personal training."
>You pick up the pistol and put it inside your belt
>One day this little guy will be in your holster
>You wake up much earlier than before to start training with Captain as soon as possible
>You walk to the armory and see Captain Phasma standing there waiting for you
>"A bit earlier than expected cadet, good to see your enthusiasm"
>You didn't realize the smile on your face until she sarcastically said the last part of her sentence
>She beckons you to follow her into a training room you didn't see before with other lieutenants training their cadets
>You notice six girls in total as the cadets training
>What you didn't expect was to see RD42 being one of them
>The girl looks back at the Captain and you with a glare
>You return the look with ease
>You follow Captain Phasma further into the room to find a sparring mat
>This might get painful
>The day continues with you doing basic hand to hand combat for the next 4 hours
>You look bruised, beaten and all around dead but the progress was real
>Even Phasma was surprised at the speed of your learning, which surprises you more due to her earlier words of your potential
>You might just be able to become the next Captain if you keep this up
>Then again that will still probably take years to accomplish
>But it gets you excited that's for sure
>The prospect of ruling over troopers, leading them into a battlefield of blood and rising like the ashes of a Phoenix in victory
>You have a huge smile on your face as you daydream
>You've always found battle beautiful and disgusting
>It's a bit contradictory but knowing you've own is such a rush
>But on the other hand if you fail the overbearing thought of death will drive someone mad
>For you it's never been about the loss
>You'd fight over anything to get the natural high of being alive any day
>The ecstasy of battle running through your mind and veins
>The enemy's blood as the drug
>Your weapon as the syringe
>You as the addict who can't get enough
>Your first battle is always on your mind
>During the first exams your goal was to make it through an obstacle course which was slightly lethal
>The only rule was to make it through as fast as you could
>When you shoved that cadet out of the way
>You'd done it to other cadets
>But when you heard that scream
>It made something click
>Seeing his blood
>Being the fastest to the end
>Almost like a dog given a treat
>You didn't notice it then but looking back at it you were disgusted at the thought of seeing it as a reward
>You still hate it
>But something in your head won't let it go
>It's clawing at you from the inside, like a beast trying to be released from a compound cage
>It gets harder everyday to stop these thoughts and it's maddening to think about if they could stop
>What if you go into battle and there are no enemies left?
>Would you still kill?
>Would your hands be stained by the blood of your brothers in arms?
>Calm down AN0N
>You will only kill those who aren't worth redeeming like those terrorists that call themselves "The Resistance"
>What an excuse
>To send your troops whom have been blinded by your disgusting ways to die for the sake of "freedom"?
>I pity any who are in it's ranks
>The First Order will have these filthy dogs cleansed and bring peace back to the universe
>But... What if we can't?
>The possibility is slim but what if The Order fails?
>Would you and your brothers be killed as an intimidation?
>They kill mindlessly in the name of "freedom", you've seen what they do to a trooper
>But what if they're even more ruthless beasts than we think?
>What are the slim chances you survive the massacre of your brothers?
>It frightens you more than your bloodlust could to know that if, THEY run out of enemies
>Who will they kill instead?
>The citizens?
>The wildlife?
>Each other?
> The thought of millions of lives being carried on you and The Order's backs fills you with determination
>Determination to purify this evil plaguing the fair denizens of the galaxy
>How will they survive if you can't destroy this toxin filled terrorist group?
>You and your brothers will liquidate their troops until this battle of attrition turns into a driving force led by Phasma herself
>As you think these things you notice that a certain cadet with a bad reputation and haircut slips by
>Something was in her hand
>She was headed to the battle deck?
>What could she possibly need to be doing there?
>The only thing there were the gun operations, flight systems and communication array
>Not a single one of those things does a cadet need to worry about
>You run back towards your room and grab something that you hopefully won't have to use on a fellow cadet
>You grab your baton
>You run by the armory and see Phasma stepping out
>Taking cover, you don't want to be seen carrying your battlefield weapon when you're still a cadet
>Anyone seeing you would send you to the cells immediately for possible treason
>Especially Captain, hell she was the one who let you have it in the first place
>And she's sure as hell isn't going to be the one to take it back
>Hiding, covering, and sneaking your way to the deck proves harder than you initially thought
>It would have been much easier to just leave the weapon, but something about RD42 had always struck you as off
>Never talking to another cadet unless to get them out of her face, always hiding her hair under that helmet, having that hair in the first place...
>The strange acts were too closely related for them to be mere coincidences
>Something just wasn't right
>Something was just wrong
>You successfully bypass the troopers patrolling by the deck elevator at an inconvenient time
>The wait is short but luckily not nauseating, unlike the rest of the elevators on this ship
>You slowly walk into the deck holding the baton backwards to deflect any hits that need a fast reaction
>The deck is mostly silent except for a radio that seems to have been turned on
>The frequency put on doesn't match any known Order radios either
>But no clear sign of RD42...
>What was she doing here if she left... And why would she go to an unknown channel and leave it on?
>She always did seem abrasive and might have left the conversation
>Wait...
>Hiding from troopers...
>No connections to cadets...
>Communication room...
>Not being here coincidentally someone entered the deck...
>No... It couldn't be possible
>The chances of one of... THEM infiltrating our ranks wasn't possible
>The academy is designed to keep you from birth to trooper
>There's no way she could have just plopped herself right in...
>"You know, I always did think you were always suspiciously trying to get close to me"
>You turn to spot the speaking cadet
"I always did think something felt off about you, you low quality spy"
>Her neutral look turned furious as you called her a low quality spy
>"Like you're one to talk, the fact that you're a training to become a storm trooper immediately means that I'm ten times better than you, even if I am 'low quality'"
"Take that back you wench!"
>Her face turns into a smirk when you say this, and her words become sarcastic as she says
>"Oh no! My feelings how hurt they've become due to your words!"
>Your anger rising at the spy grows more and more apparent as her mocking continues
>Her smile turns into a serious look fast
>"Move or get hurt cadet. I don't want to hurt you."
"But you're giving me the choice right?"
>Her serious look turns darker than before
>"Move."
>You stare her down with a look she didn't expect
>Her fear and confusion clearly showing
>You grin like a madman
"I'd like to see you try to even scathe me."
>While you had surprised her, this time she surprised you instead
>A light saber
>It wasn't possible
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH"
>You audibly yell as loud as you can from the utter frustration and wrath held within you the moment you saw the sword of legends
"NOT ONLY WAS IT EASY ENOUGH FOR A SPY TO GET IN BUT THE FUCKING SPY WAS A FORCE USER"
>She looks on in confusion as she tries to process what you said as the volume of your voice rose instantly
>After she took in what you said she stands tall and ready to battle
>"I told you I was immediately ten times better... But I wasn't using this bad boy right here, so make it one hundred times instead."
>Her smug grin only causing more anger to rise within you
>You spin your baton to move it from behind your arm to the front of your enemy
>Her blue blade shining eerily in the cold, dark deck only illuminated by the radio's light and the force users blue blade
>The time is now
>You shall not forgive this filth Resistance member
"DIE YOU FUCKING PLAGUE!"