Amidst the chaos of Kylo Ren's assault on Jakku, you had found yourself a corner far from the heinous atrocities being committed, somewhere that you could take off your helmet and breathe. Unfortunately it was not far away enough to feel the planet shattering quakes of the rumbling ships, or to not hear the harsh plasma bolts scorching the sandy ground, you could still smell the singed, burnt flesh of the massacred inhabitants of this poor planet.

"On the ground, now!" You heard a voice call from outside the abandoned hut you were keeping in, keeping your helmet and blaster close you peered through the window to see a white-clad Stormtrooper towering over a quivering trio of kneeling villagers. "You need to stay quiet." They rose their rag clad arms high into the air. "Come on." He leant down and hooked the weakest of the three under over his shoulder, helping him from the ground. They marched wearily towards your hideout but there was nowhere for you to go, you could only slide the claustrophobia inducing betaplast helmet over your head and hope you wouldn't be suspected of treason against the First Order.

The door crept open, the wood floor of the hut creaked and bowed under the boot of the trooper as he led his victims through. "What are you doing here soldier?" He jumped back, almost knocking over his captives. "Shouldn't you be with Captain Phasma and the rest of the order?"

"I was about to ask you the same... what are you doing with those? The orders are simple. Slaughter." You rose your blaster, hoping that something would prevent the trigger from being pulled.

"No, no. Wait." He stepped in front. "These villagers they... they hold some very important information that I thought Captain Phasma would be interested in." He thought you wouldn't notice him guiding the villagers out of the hut.

"You wouldn't be helping the people of Jakku escape, would you?" After making sure they were as far as possible from a stray blaster bolt, he apologised and brought his blaster to your chest. "Wait, wait. I'm on your side here."

"How do I know?" You noticed his hand tremble as his finger slightly decompressed the trigger. There was little convincing you could do, except take off your helmet, drop your weapon and raise your hands.

"I have plans-"

"Plans to dessert the Order?" He interrupted, as if he had run the situation through his head hundreds of times.

"I've never had any family except the Order." He brought the villagers back in from the cold desert night. "But I know what we are doing isn't right, and I can't do what they're telling me to do."

"All units report back to the drop zone." You both heard Captain Phasma's orders through the discarded helmet.

"Not today, we wouldn't even make it out of the star system without being killed."

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Written by Aaron.