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Star Wars fanfics
The first of two longer Star Wars fanfics I've done. Written because Ewoks are AWESOME and TERRIBLE and everyone should accept this:

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Yub Yub

Corporal Torque ran wildly between the gigantic trees. He’d given up trying to radio for help. Like any of the damned officers in the command post would risk themselves out here.

Fuck, he thought, where the hell was he? Torque ran the GPS heads up display in his helmet and tried to figure out his position. At the same time he clutched his blaster rifle and tried to keep an eye out for movement in the underbrush.

Ok then, he should only be about a ½ mile from one of the speeder bike depots. If he were lucky there’d still be a bike there. Not that today had been lucky. He and the rest of his unit had gone out this morning on a standard patrol. Sure, there had been mention of possible Rebel activity, but those scum were hardly a worry. But then everyone had felt the same way about the Endor natives. The damned fur balls were CUTE for the Emperor’s sake.

Of course they weren’t so cute anymore when they ambushed his patrol. The first warning that everything had gone to hell was when a rebel in camo had popped up and put a blaster bolt in the L.T.s back. And then the furry bastards had swarmed them. As Torque blasted his way free of the melee he’d seen Sgt. Moloch go down with a damned ARROW sticking from his throat. And so as the Endorians and Rebels butchered his unit, Torque broke and ran. Abrams and Sulk had gone with him, but Sulk had fallen into some kind of pit trap. And Abrams had gotten himself squashed by a rock dropped form a fucking hang-glider.

And the whole time Torque’s communicator was screaming as the same thing happened to every other unit in the field. Those few reinforcements sent out just ran into even more ambushes. He’d finally turned the communicator off in disgust.

For a while he thought he’d found a way to safety. He and a half-dozen other troopers had regrouped around an AT-ST. It was simply lovely watching the giant assault walker chase the furry bastards down. And then the evil little fuckers had sent a mess of cut logs rolling down a hill. The AT-ST had gotten tripped up on the wooden cylinders and had gone crashing down. As the walker burned, the Endorians had come charging back in. Torque had barely gotten away again as everyone scattered.

He only had one goal now. Get to the shuttle pad, catch a ride up to one of the ships in the orbiting fleet and laugh as a StarDestroyer glassed the moon.

As Torque reached the speeder depot he looked around cautiously. No bikes, but no sign of the twisted little fur balls either. He bolted from the tree line, planning to cut across the clearing and continue on to the shuttle port. But before he’d gone even a quarter of the distance he heard the “Yub Yub” cries of the Endorians as a pair stone bolos wrapped around his legs.

Torque swore as he crashed to the ground, his blaster rifle slipping from his grip. He turned over, trying to reach his survival knife so he could cut himself free. But before he could draw the blade, two of the Endorians had run up to him on their squat little legs. One picked up his rifle, while the other hefted a large stone axe. The grey and brown-striped alien stared down at Torque with its cold, black button eyes. The Corporal knew better than to plead with this merciless killer.

He had time for one last thought as the stone axe came crashing down on his faceplate and he fell into darkness. Fucking low-bid government contractors and their useless damned armor.