I used to be a player on the MMO Star Wars: The Old Republic. I still miss all my friends on there and how much fun we had. In honor of those times, I post this, from Zal’s, my republic trooper’s, point-of-view.

The weight of the heavy weapon rested against her armored back. The gun was nearly as big as her—and that was saying something. The trooper clad in white armor stepped a few steps forward, the snow crunching beneath armored boots.

“You’ll fit right in here, Commander.” spoke her lieutenant, covered in oddly painted armor. Both had helmets pulled over their faces, the Commander’s holding a visor over the blue screen over her eyes and splitting like a T with roots by her mouth. The emotionless mask turned to her lieutenant, a smile hidden beneath.

“I’ll just follow the brilliantly painted trooper, Lieutenant.”

The Lieutenant let out a soft laugh and the Commander turned back to gaze over the endless white.

“If I fall through the snow, Lieutenant, please save me.”

“Of course, Commander.”

“Good. Let’s go, Lieutenant.”

“Commander, if I may.”

“At ease, Lieutenant.” The Commander started walking through the snow, the heavy blaster weighing the Commander down along with the heavy amount of armor. Zal’rak sunk significantly lower than the Lieutenant.

“Well, Sir, you have that new group you’ve joined.”

“Correct, Lieutenant.”

“Sir, well, where will that put the rest of your squad?”

“I will continue to lead them, Lieutenant. I won’t abandon the other boys.”

“Of course, Commander. But, well, Sir, will we be brought into this company as well?”

“Not unless you wish to be part of it, Lieutenant. But you and the other boys are my responsibility. I am loyal to you first.”

“Commander, I didn’t mean—Commander!”

“Save the gun first, Lieutenant,” the Commander grumbled as the weight of muscle forced the snow to the armpits of the armor. Zal’rak pulled the gun off its place of rest on the back armor plate and lifted it up. It made the snow rise up further to the shoulder-plates of the armor,  but keeping the gun as clean as possible was the first concern.