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He laid there, gazing at the sky. His body was numb, and his throat dry. The drowned out noise of battle surrounded him. The cascading dark blue and deep orange sky, being peppered and scarred with the exploding CIS and Republic ships that raged above. He wanted to move, but there was a relaxation that he was feeling which hadn't been felt in a long time. The world began to fade to black as his eyes shut the outside battle off, until slowly the Wounded Trooper consciousness slipped into silence. A blinding white light awoke the Trooper.
He opened his eyes to a white void, devoid of any life, any sound, or any smell. The Trooper stumbled onto his feet. Confusion ran deep. He called out in a raspy voice, "H-Hello? Where the fuck am I?". Nothing but the sound of his own voice echoing. Suddenly a mirror of himself appeared in front. His green, yellow and white decorated ARF helmet stared back at him. He reached out to his duplicate. The duplicate seemed to mimic The Trooper. The fuck? He thought reached out. The thoughts in his mind rung out and echoed throughout the white void, seeming as if the void itself was repeating what his mind had to say. The Trooper touched his mimicker and in that instant it dissolved into a nothingness, being replaced with a crowd of people. Their faces contorted, and their murmurs infected with fear. The Trooper recognized the people. The civilians that they had slaughtered on a desert planet. He could hear the crowd crying out, but what they were saying he could not tell. Their voices melted and drowned each other out as the murmurs turned into screams of pain. The Trooper turned around and saw a rainbow of colors with blasters pointed at the crowd. In a flash, shots rang out, shrieks of agony released, and The Trooper blinded.
The Trooper once again awoke but to the raging sounds of war. He laid there in the mud and stared at the explosiones that peppered the blue sky. He laid there hoping a stray rocket or bomb would take him, but that never happened. The faces of the crowd plastered the walls of his mind, the screams, the civilians let out during that mission, bounced everywhere in his head. Why he cared for those that day, he did not know. He was bred for war, bred for killing and bred to not care. He laid there, still in the mud, hoping that a wave would carry him away.
*Not my best writing. Trying to break out of my comfort zone with my writing.
