• Published 23rd Jun 2019
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A Forgotten Trooper - SonicTeam34

A lone Clone Trooper wakes up in the rubble of a Gunship with his brothers dead around him. The Trooper soon realizes that the Gunship has crashed on an unmarked planet in the galaxy, which is full of ponies, unaware of the war just beyond there sky.

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Chapter 11: Gunship Repairs

To say that the Gunship was broken, was an understatement. All the fuel tanks had been cracked open and any remaining fuel leaked out into the grass. One of the wings was hanging on by a set of wires. The power systems had been drained. The whole front part had nearly been torn to shreds from the crash.

Even with all of this, Strider was happy to have the Gunship. It had been the first time since the crash that he had a genuine smile on his face. But he had to put a hold on everything until all the troopers inside had been buried. That, had been one of the worse moments.

Strider had taken their armor off, before burying the bodies alongside the Everfree Forest. Once each body had been buried, he struck wooden poles into the area's he had buried them. The then put each one's helmet on the wooden pole, each helmet facing the Everfree Forest.

"You boys can rest, your armor will to the rest." Strider said as he looked at the poles one last time, before walking away from the burial sight.

After each of his Brothers had been laid to rest, he focused on cleaning out the Gunship of all its supplies. Strider ended up finding a few backup storage crates that had been stored in the small cargo hold.

Strider lowered a box and popped off the lid, exposing the items inside to the sunlight. Strider couldn't help but grin at the items inside the crate.

Inside were a few DC-15S blasters, a bundle of Thermal Detonators, and a stack of power packs. A perfect weapons crate. Strider grabbed one of the DC-15S's and examined it. It wasn't like his DC-15A but it would do.

Strider set the DC-15S next to him on the ground, before grabbing another crate. This crate had a few mini medical packs. This and several other medical items.

"Eh, I barely know anything about medical stuff." Strider stated, before setting the lid down on the crate and moving over to the side.

Strider looked back into the cargo hold and spotted one more crate. But it was in the far back so he couldn't grab it from where he was. The trooper reached into the cargo hold and grabbed the crate. He slowly dragged the crate towards him, but stopped when he saw a certain object that had been hiding behind the crate.

"No way, what are you doing back there?" Strider questioned out loud, pushing the crate to the side and grabbing hold of the object.

The object was about mid way from reaching the exit of the cargo hold, only to hear and feel rain drops falling on his back. Strider let go of the object and backed up, quickly spotting a wave of cloud that had appeared in the sky.

"Where did this storm come from?" Strider wondered out loud, looking up at the clouds.

However, he quickly remembered the object and went back to dragging the object out of the cargo hold. His fingers wrapped around part of the object again and with one sharp tug, dragged the object out of the cargo hold and into the rain.

"Oh this baby is just itching for a fight!" Strider claimed, staring in awe at the device.

Resting in his hands was a fully loaded Z-6 Chain Gun, the dust around the grey metal quickly getting washed away by the rain.

Strider set the Z-6 down on the ground, and went to grab the final crate. Once it had been dragged out, the rain had stopped. He let go of the crate again and looked up at the sky, spotting several ponies with wings pushing the clouds away.

"They control the weather here?" Strider commented, watching the ponies work. "Well, I have seen a species that was able to turn grass into strong bridges."

Strider went back to looking at the final crate, it's lid ready to be taken off. He obliged, removing the lid and looking into the crate. Inside, were what looked like several tools and spare parts.

"Great, a maintenance crate." Strider muttered. He looked up at the broken Gunship, then back to the maintenance crate. This wasn't going to be anywhere near enough to fix the ship.

Strider put the lid back on and put the other two crates back into the cargo hold. He gently set the Z-6 in the transport area, and looked up at the Gunship's pilot area.

This was gonna be harder then taking on a full battalion of Super Battle Droids with a single DC-17 Pistol.

Strider continued on working on the Gunship even as Night rolled around. He let out a yawn as he rotated a wrench which was fixated on a bolt. Strider was mid twist when a voice from the ground next to the Gunship caught his attention. He stopped what he was doing and looked over the edge of the piloting area, quickly spotting Fluttershy who had something shiny in her mouth.

Fluttershy took the object out of her mouth, before looking up at Strider. "Um, are you gonna come inside for the night?" She asked.

"No, i've got other things to do besides sleep. Not to mention I can now use the Gunship as a base instead of intruding in your cottage." Strider explained.

"You really are working hard on that ship aren't you?" Fluttershy pointed out.

"It's the only ship I have left, not to mention it could come in handy to get me back to the Republic fleet. But that would be the last resort. I only have so much fuel left in this thing." Strider stated, trying not to yawn between sentences.

"Well, if you want to come inside, my door is always open. Good night Strider." Fluttershy said, before putting the object back in her mouth and walking towards the cottage.

"Hey!" Strider called out, causing Fluttershy to freeze.

"Um, is something wrong?" Fluttershy asked, her words slightly restricted due to the object still being in her mouth.

"No, I was just wondering what you've got in your mouth?"

"Oh," Fluttershy said, before removing the object again and smiled at the trooper. "It's a ticket to the Grand Galloping Gala. Me and the girls are going to go to it together and i'm gonna talk with all the different animals there." She exclaimed.

"Grand Galloping Gala? Is that some sort of festival?" Strider questioned.

"Um, it's a celebration for when Canterlot was founded. It's one of the most well known celebrations that i've wanted to attend, sort of." Fluttershy stated.

"Are the Princesses are gonna be there?"

"I think so."

"Hmm, alright then, good night Fluttershy." Strider finished, before getting back to work with the bolt.

Fluttershy trotted into the cottage and gently shut the door, leaving Strider alone with the Gunship once again.

Strider was currently forming a plan in his head. A ticket to the Grand Galloping Gala must be hard to get considering that Fluttershy wanted to go but never got around to it until now with her friends. That means that he can't just simply get a ticket. But maybe, he might be able to use the Gunship to help make a forged ticket. It would take lot's of work, and ton's of perfect calculations from him. One mistake could cause him to restart or damage the Gunship. But it could be a possibility. He needed to talk with the Princesses about the war, and if he just went to the Gala, he might not even need to use--

Strider's thoughts quickly shifted as he heard the sound of a snapping noise. He looked down to see that he had snapped the bolt he was unscrewing and sparks had begun to fly from the opening.

"This is gonna be difficult." Strider muttered.

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