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// This Is Only The Beginning 
// Story: The New Life of Gregor 
// by Vaughn 
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     Gregor fired his blaster, taking out a few droids as he leapt upon the conveyor belt. He stayed for a moment, then tuck and rolled off while hitting a canister of spice, causing it to explode, destroying the nearby clankers. As Gregor made his way through the droids, cutting them down with his blaster quite proficiantly, the astromechs and the pit droid all loaded onto the ship, with the exception of the droid carrying Col. Meeber Gascone, which tipped over. Gregor rushed over while making sure to take out the surrounding droids as he ran to, and picked up the droid. The Col. shouted, "I'm going to die! Save yourself!" Gregor, however, did not beleive this. He knew the Col. would make it... at a cost.
"No you won't Col. you'll make it. I'll cover you!" With that, he shut the lid on the final astromech and gave it a push head start as it sped towards the ship. Gregor crouched behind boxes as the droids began to close in. He took them down, one by one. Receiveng a minor jolt in his back, he turned to the right to find more rapidly approaching enemies.  He then aimed, and shot a few droids, none of which having a chance to hit him.Hitting another spice canister, he destroyed the remnants of the flanking enemies. Gregor then turned back to the other nearby droids as the shuttle powered up. The pit droid piloting the vessel linked to Gregor's com system.
"Gregor, the Colonel is right. We can sweep around and pick you up!" He said, knowing there was a glimpse of hope at saving the captain.
Gregor put two fingers to the side of his helmet as he continued basting with one hand, taking out multiple droids in the process. "No! You have to go without me! You made me remember who I am. I promise I'll make my way back to the Republic. Just go, sir." He was cut off as he found himself surrounded by droids. He started firing, destroying seemingly an endless amount of droids as he kept dodging, shooting, and turning. He then spotted more spice canisters in a large group. This is my only chance, and my last resort. At least I'll get to go out with a bang. FOR THE REPUBLIC!!! Gregor thought, as he made multiple shots at a canister. It then exploded, setting off a chain reaction making all the canisters, along with most of the droids, explode. He then shielded his visor, ass the heat and magnitude of the explosions were too much. He felt multiple pieces of the durasteel covering slam into his chest and head. The next thing he New, everything was black.
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Dead. That was the first thing to come to Gregor's mind, as he found himself in a room with white walls and white double doors. He further explored the room with his eyes, and soon realized his armor was gone, as well as his helmet and blaster. There were multiple empty beds, with odd bags on tall hooked poles along with a beeping monitor. I can't be dead, I'm alive, breathing, and thinking. Maybe I'm unconscious. He then looked at his bandaged abdomen and poked the bandages. It hurt. Definately not unconscious. he thought as he scanned the room again with his eyes, this time spotting a small horse no taller than four feet with a nurse cap on, smiling up at him. There was a badge on her uniform that was written in Basic. It read, 'Nurse Redheart'. Then the little horse did the unexpected. "Are you thirsty, uh, sir?" She asked. Gregor's mouth dropped as she spoke in not only Basic, but a sweet, calming tone that could even soothe a frightened womp rat. "Oh rats, I'm sorry. Was it something I said?" She asked, genuine concern in her tone.
"Y-you talked." He said, which earned him a small giggle in return from the nice nurse. "I take it that's something...normal... around here?" He asked, earning a quick nod. "Could you tell me what system I'm in? Or sector?" He asked. This was no planet ever marked on Repubic maps of the galaxy. Either this was a new planet, or the Repubic or Seperatists hid it from them all along.
"Sector?" She asked quizzically. "Well right now you're in the country known as Equestria. But I'm not sure of any 'sectors' around here." She said, giving Gregor mild disbelief while using her hooves to do what looked like air-quotes.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" He asked, getting mildly mad that she didn't give him a straight answer. "Because last I remember I was on the planted known as Abafar, and I was helping Colonel Meebur Gascon and D-squad escape." The nurse seemed completely oblivious to that and instead went way out of speech order.
"Sir, what is your name?" She asked, brushing off the whole Abafar statement.
"If you must know, I am CC-6676-39 or Captain Gregor of Republic commandos. What am I doing here?" The mare now satisfied with the answer he gave her, put down her pencil and answered his question.
"Rainbow Dash, the element of Loyalty found you unconscious in a field on a hilltop, then enlisted the help of her friends to get you here. We then did surgery to fix most of the wound on your head and chest, but they may still be a bit tender at the moment. Now could you answer my first question Captain Gregor? Are you thirsty?" He only nodded, causing her to leave the room. Which allowed him a glance at the paper, which was also written in Basic. It read, 'Age: mid 30's. Name: Captain Gregor. Height: 6' 2". Gender: Male. Great. So I'm in a world filled with horses that speak Basic and have jobs, and they have no respect for personal space or privacy. I've got a nagging suspicion that I won't be returning to the republic anytime soon... It was then that Nurse Redheart walked in, another smile on her face. She set the cup down next to him, then gave him an oddly shaped bell.
"If there's anything you need, just ring this, okay Mr. Gregor?" He again nodded  He took the bell, as well as a sip of water, and wondered out what had just transpired in the matter of a few minutes.
End of Chapter One.