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// Chapter 5 Abridon 
// Story: The Empire today 
// by Bronycommander 
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Chapter 5: Abridon


Scootaloo stood up. “Forren? Where are you?” She looked around. A door opened and a Stormtrooper banged his head on it. 
“Scootaloo? What are you doing here?” Forren was surprised. 
“Before the doors closed, there was a turbulence that caused me to fell into the shuttle.”
“This is bad. The Shuttle will return once we are deployed on the surface of the planet.”
Suddenly there was a bang and an alarm went off. “We’re hit! Brace for impact!” The pilot shouted.

Forren clenched Scootaloo protectively as the shuttle was going down.
Then there was the impact. Both lost consciousness.



Forren slowly regained consciousness. The shuttle was on fire. Scootaloo was still unconscious but unharmed. Forren was buried under debris. The other Stormtroopers died in the crash. “Forren, are you alright?” Tokrin limped and coughed a bit. 
“I’m fine. Can you get the debris off me?” 
“Sure no problem.”

They leaved the wreck. “Why is Scootaloo here?” Tokrin asked with concern. 
“Turbulence caused her to fall into our shuttle before it took off.” 
“At least she not hurt.”
“Oh... my head. What happened?” Scootaloo rubbed her head. 
“Our shuttle was shot down. But we survived. We should join the others.” Forren carried the filly in his arms.

A troop carrier stopped by. “Forren! Man, I’m glad to see you! Where are the others?” A Stormtrooper asked that stepped out of the carrier. “We lost them in the crash.” 
“We should get you back to the base. It will be a lot safer for your friend.” Scootaloo just nodded.
They got into the carrier. At the base, Tokrin was treated in the infirmary.

“Ah that’s better. Now, we are under the command of General Brenn Tantor. His orders are to capture the command center of the Rebels. Since our shuttle crashed, we missed out most of the battle. This will be the final stand.”

“Good. Scootaloo, you stay here.” 
“Yes, Sir!” She said happy.
"Is it true that you're not from here?" One of the troopers who guarded the base asked her.

"Well, yes." They had a happy conversation

The command center was heavily defended by Rebel troopers, tanks and anti-infantry and anti-vehicle turrets. Forren was fighting a Heavy Rebel trooper. He waited behind cover until the trooper stopped firing, then threw a grenade. The trooper stumbled from it. Forren used this to finish him off. AT-AT’s took care of the turrets.

“Storm the command center!” Brenn ordered via comlink. 

“Yes, Sir!” Inside, the Stormtroopers had to fight Rebel troopers, Heavy troopers and civilians. With their heavy blasters, the Heavy troopers quickly wiped the Stormtroopers out. Only Forren and Tokrin were left.

“We’re taking heavy fire, Sir! Need backup!” 
“On its way, TK-1138.”

After a while, reinforcements arrived. With them, the Rebels were overrun. “TK-1138 reporting in, the rebel base is secured.” 
“Excellent. I will contact Grand general Brashin.” 

After a heavy battle, Forren looked after Scootaloo. “Forren! You’re back!” She hugged him while he rubbed her head. 
“Yes I’m. The battle is over. Time to go back on the Stormy.” It pleased him to see that his buddies were nice to her.

On the way to the shuttle, they saw a fallen Rebel trooper, his back against a wall, a blaster pistol on the ground, next to his right hand. Scootaloo looked at him in disgust. Suddenly, he raised his blaster and shot Scootaloo in the chest. She fell to the ground with a cry of pain. “Blast him!” The Stormtroopers reacted instantly. He was screened with blaster shots as he fell over to the side, the blaster slipped out of his hand. “Rebel Scum!” Forren was in rage, firing a few more shots to make sure the rebel was dead this time.

“F-Forren…” Scootaloo’s weak voice brought him out of his rage.

Forren took his helmet off and knelled down to the wounded filly. She was still conscious. “Don’t worry, you going to be fine.” 

“Forren… If I should not make it… tell my family and friends… I love them…” She lost consciousness.

“We must get her to the infirmary!” Forren gently picked her up. 
“Yes, Sir! Right away,” His comrades responded. 
“I’ve seen everything. A shuttle has been dispatched.” Brenn said to Forren via comlink. 

“Thank you, Sir. Please Scootaloo, hold on. Don’t die.” Forren prayed that she would make it.