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chaoticshitstick · 2 months ago

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Why Do You Seem So Blue?⋆·˚ ༘ *

Luke Skywalker x Stormtrooper! Female Reader

Aka: A recon goes bad, for the better.

-- this (y/n) has predetermined features! --

⋆·˚ ༘ *requested by my lovely wife @mmexoii⋆·˚ ༘ *

(( Y/N means your name// L/N means last name )))

TW: Mentions of Guns and death!

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This was supposed to be a rescue mission. In and out. Grab the princess, and leave.

It was going well to start. Minus the onslaught of Stormtroopers. Lucky for Luke, they can't aim.

Except for one.

This one specific trooper almost shot Luke dead in the face a few times, and if it wasn't for his amazing senses (totally not dumb luck), he'd be dead.

It's all he could think about. Hell, it's all any of the group could think about. This doesn't just happen. Stormtroopers don't magically get better overnight.

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The group ends up getting split up after an ambush, leaving Luke barreling down a random hallway he's not even sure leads anywhere. He's just... running. He's running as fast as his tired muscles will let him. He needs to regroup; being alone in a Sith ship is not a good idea.

Luke's footsteps echo through the halls as he runs. The adrenaline coursing through him leaves the loud thuds falling on deaf ears.

He can see it, the end of the hallway. A dead end. He made a wrong turn a while back.

'Shit.' he curses internally, spinning on his heels to retrace his steps. Though he doesn't turn to the hallway like he assumed he would. He turns and is immediately staring down the barrel of a blaster.

His eyes widen. 'Shit.' repeats in his head.

There in front of him stood a stormtrooper, one he recognized from earlier encounters. The same one that almost shot him in the head. Who now has a blaster pressed between his eyes.

"Foolish boy," the trooper mutters, their voice muffled by the mask. Luke feels his stomach drop, his brain rushing with anxiety. In a mere second, he could drop dead. A single blaster shot where it sat would kill him instantly.

The barrel of the gun is hot against his skin, seems like it'd been fired recently.

The trooper lowers their blaster, pressing it into the center of the man's chest. Luke's breath hitches, his throat tight as he stares at the hauntingly white mask.

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The man looks scared. More scared than most she'd dealt with. She'd been trained to abandon most of her morals when becoming a stormtrooper.

Don't show mercy, don't show emotion, allegiance to the Sith.

But there was something about this boy. Something about him pulling at the heartstrings she'd fought so hard to get rid of. He was like... like a tiny lost puppy, and she was holding a gun at it.

For once in her career, she didn't want to shoot.

She lowers her blaster again before tucking it into her holster. The man's brows furrow deeply, his eyes still wide and his breath still heavy.

Luke takes this as an opportunity to run. Bad idea for him, as the stormtrooper grabs his wrist, almost causing him to fall.

"There's more down there. Patrol switch." The trooper hums, pulling him steady.

Luke opens his mouth to speak, but is greeted by a single shake of the head from the trooper. She instead pulls him into the office she came out of when she heard him running, shutting the door behind them.

"Speak," she spits, less of a demand, more of an allowance.

Luke is quick to ramble on with questions, "Why didn't you just shoot me? There was no upside to keeping me alive; you could've just-"

He's just as quick to trail off as the trooper removes her helmet, and long brown locks of hair tumble down her back. Her eyes are a warm brown, but they hold no genuine warmth. They're cold and cruel, just like she was trained. Her predator-like gaze bores into Luke's soul as they hold silent eye contact. Luke's mouth is slightly agape, his lower jaw trembling as he tries to find the words to speak. He just can't.

Every muscle in his body tenses as she takes a step forward. His jaw snaps shut. Her eyes narrow as she stares at him.

"I don't know why I didn't shoot you," she spits out, her eye twitching slightly. She seemed almost mad at herself. Mad that her training left her head at the sight of some... guy.

Luke takes a wary step backwards, his back now flush against the wall. To mirror, the girl takes another step forward. They stood about 3 inches from one another, her hot, angry breath the only noise in the room.

"I should've put the blast straight through your head," she says through gritted teeth, raising a finger to press right between his eyes, where the barrel of her blaster previously sat. Luke winces as her finger presses into the skin.

Tension hangs thick in the air as the two stand. The trooper rips her hand from Luke's head with a loud, angry exhale. She begins to pace the room, leaving Luke to slide down the wall and sit on the floor, his own breath heavy. His mind was racing. The girl is obviously angry, pissed even. Yet, she made no move to harm him.

She definitely should, it's her job. She's a higher ranking trooper, signified by the black and orange patch on her suit's shoulder. Killing him should be as easy as breathing to her, but she keeps hesitating.

Something is growing inside of her; or regrowing may be more appropriate. She can feel her heart swell as she looked at the pathetic man on the floor of her office. Her eyes didn't show it, they probably never will, but she wanted to help.

Racking her brain, she returns to their first encounter, when she purposefully missed her shots aimed at the man's face. He was with others: two men visibly older than him, a rather large wookie, and two droids, a C3-model and a R2-model.

The girl blinks as an idea rushes to her head, turning her gaze towards the still frightened boy.

"The droids you came with, do you know their whereabouts?" She questions, walking over to the large computer in the corner of the room.

Luke shakes his head, "We got separated after an ambush, R2D2 is most likely with Han.." he trails off, why is he telling this information to a Stormtrooper. One that tried to kill him at that.

She nods, typing rather quickly as a massive holographic screen deploys behind the keyboard. They didn't use R2-models or C3-models, so it would be rather easy to find their signals aboard the ship and track them down. She did just that.

With a few very specific searches, a slightly wicked smirk rolls over her face. "They're in sector 4, by the loading bay."

Luke's eyes widen in shock, she found his crew so easily. It was honestly terrifying the technology the Empire had.

The girl pulls her hair back up, tucking it under her helmet. "I can escort you there, it's on the way to the prison chambers, so other Troopers will just think I'm transporting a prisoner."

A look of relief washes over Luke's face, a smile accompanying it. He nods, fully on-board with the plan.

"I'll have to cuff you to make it believable, I just won't lock them," she explains, pulling a set of cuffs off her belt as the man stands up.

Luke is quick to comply, turning around with his hands behind his back. He shivers slightly as the cold metal of the cuffs hit his wrists, a very slight *clink* as they close. The trooper held her word and didn't lock the cuffs. Her gloved hand wraps around the middle of the cuffs, using them to guide Luke out of the room and towards the loading bay.

Not a single trooper questions the pair as they traverse the halls of the ship. Most of the troops they saw where lower ranking than her, so they dare not make accusations in fear of punishment or rank decrease.

They reach the loading bay rather quickly, which is completely empty except for the Millennium Falcon. An older cloaked man is quick to rush out of the ship, his hand hovering over his lightsaber at the sight of the trooper. That's all the signal she needs to click the release on the cuffs, placing them back on her belt.

Luke turns his head over his shoulder, looking back at the Stormtrooper lady. She went from trying to shoot him, to helping him escape the place she called home.

Luke fully pivots as the girl turns to leave. "Wait!-"

She turns slightly, looking back at the younger man. The older man removed his hand from over his saber, he could almost sense that she meant no harm.

Luke exhales shakily, "Come with us," he says hesitantly. The trooper looks at Luke for a while, turning her head back to the doors of the loading bay.

Should she leave behind the only life she's ever known? A life of death and destruction, reigning fear wherever she went?

It seems there's only one clear answer.

She raises her hands to pull the helmet off her head, she holds it in her hands a moment, and her eyes pull to the older man. He gives her a nod, he seems okay with the idea.

With that, she tucks the helmet under her arm, turning her head back to Luke. She nods, a proper smile on her lips.

Luke offers a similar smile, offering the girl a hand to take her onto the ship. She grasps his hand with her own, allowing herself to be hoisted onto the ship.

She turns to the older man, releasing Luke's hand. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N), ex- stormtrooper, at your service."

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