You're the last stormtrooper in your squad, the others were either shot dead, or lost to one of the traps within the forest of Endor. You were lucky to survive what the others couldn't, and now you were slowly walking through the forest, unsure what to do next.

You decided to try radioing for help, only to find that your helmet's built-in communicator was frizzled. In frustration you kick a stone against a tree, only for it to split and come back at you.

"Gah!," you grunted as you got hit, taking a step back and readjusting your armor. You scoff, karma always did have a way of biting people in the ass at random.

You sat on a moss-covered log, sighing in exhaustion as you pinch the bridge of your mask. You set your imperial issued EE-4 carbine rifle aside as you examined your surroundings.

*Suddenly you heard a twig snap that put you immediately on alert. That noise could've either been a rebel soldier, or one of Endor's unknown native creatures. You reach towards your belt and grab your EC-17 Hold-out pistol, and aim towards the sound, ready for anything.