Help (Luke Skywalker x Stormtrooper!Fem!Reader)

 (A/n): I just thought of this as a what if Luke met with an enemy and he spared their life...which is most likely to happen but I wanted to take a spin at it.

 Originally titled as "Spared".

 Star Wars (c) LucasFilm
 You (c) yourself
 



 "Standby," you heard the pilot radio in. You postured yourself to stand up straight and forward like the rest of your comrades. They didn't take any notice in your leaning position, as all of their minds were focused on the mission that was given to them.

 You heard the leveling of the platform begin to lower onto the ground. Outside, there seemed to still be the hisses of blasters shooting off. A yelp or two howled into the air. There was also the cute cry of the Ewoks huddling about into their huts.

 "Go," the pilot said. The door burst open and you ran with your companions out into the battlefield.

 If the daylight of the battle had been worse with the blazing sun, the night was terrible. The forest seemed to be part of some sort of dark fairytale. The trees towered together with their tiny leaves parting only inches apart. The ground beneath your feet was partially seen, giving little to see what you were running on. The grass and bushes cloaked your vision from looking farther. The streams you brushed through washed stung against your arm, ice cold like the frozen weather of Hoth. Yet, even Hoth wasn't that bad. That was chilly, arctic winds. This was burning, frigid liquid flaring on your armor.

 The night sky gave no hope of light either. True, there was the moonlit glow of the other planet illuminating paths around the forest, but that day, the clouds rolled in, shadowing up the light, darkening your sight more. The tiny fires igniting on the torches above the trees were like sparks. You could barely see anything.

 "We've got a lead on near the camp!" you heard one of the commanders say.

 "All right, go in and give it a lookout," your commander said. You marched with your comrades up to the camp, following the lead of him with his flashlight upon his head.

 You sighed and looked around, noting the forest of its eeriness. A croak rippled in the air. A buzz flickered. A tweet twittered. The sounds of the forest came to life.

 "Move it!" your commander roared.

 You dashed off quickly, attempting to catch up with the rest of your squad.

 You then all came upon the camp. There was a couple of cargo full of supplies, a small tent and some sort of noise machine, alerting of its enemies.

 “Checking in,” your commander radioed, heading inside the tent. You waited for a few minutes, scanning the area but he came back out.

 “Nothing,” he said, disappointed. He signaled off to head away when he froze. He pulled up his blaster.

 "He's here," he said, sensing something or....someone near them.

 The whole group allied with each other, turning around, searching for the enemy dancing around in the shadows. You felt your heart race, adrenaline pumping into your veins as you prepared to make the decision of fight or flight.

 Someone was running. There was the echo of boots clamping on the muddy ground, with the squeaks of crushed leaves. A sound of wind rippled through the air.

 He was there.

 "Surround the area! Fall in! Don't let him get away!" your commander roared. He stood firm where he was, near the tent.

 He saw you stand there, unsure how to follow. "Get moving, trooper!" he growled. "He could be anywhere. Check your..."

 Before he could even finish, he screeched as a thunder of wind slammed him off his feet, flying into the air. His helmet made a crack as he impacted toward the ground. The rest of your comrades scattered around the camp, some frightened and others determined to fight.

 "Where did he go?" one of them said.

 "Check everywhere!"

 “He’s too fast. I can’t see him!”

 “Darn! My blaster’s not working! The trigger’s stuck.”

 “Watch it! I see him!”

 “Look….augh!”

 Another blast of wind howled toward a pair of Stormtroopers, flying both of them in the air. You clasped tightly onto your blaster, feeling your veins freeze in fear.

 “We need help!” a Scout trooper reported, radioing in to the rest of the command. He shrieked as something green lit up as it collided against his body, sparking out tiny flares.

 You and the rest of your comrades stared at the fiery, burning green light illuminating near the Scout trooper’s body. It rose up and stood nearby the wielder, adorned in black like the midnight sky.

 “Fire!” one of your comrades roared. They all blazed upon at the dark figure. The dark figure shielded up his lightsaber and dodged every laser with it. The lasers bounced back bullets, zooming back out to the Stormtroopers, either missing or ramming into their armor.

 “Argh!”

 “Ugh!”

 “Help!”

 “I’ve been hit!”

 The last Stormtrooper fell down with a thud to the ground.

 Your limbs froze. You shook your blaster in your hands as you tried to steadily aim at the approaching black figure. The black figure turned to you, wielding up his lightsaber to block back the incoming blast.

 You whimpered a bit. You were facing him. The Jedi. Or one of them.

 The distinct enemies of your leader, the Emperor, who had declared their wipeout. They were regarded as nothing but fairytales, a big myth started by someone as to write stories about to teach children the rights and wrongs.

 Yet their powers they had were fearful as much as your leaders were. Only, they battled in the presence of the Light, a force that had combated with the "dark side" as your leader would recall.

 And you were about to kill him.

 You shook your head as you raised your weapon, determined to kill him. You could easily imagine the impressive looks from your generals and commanders upon killing a Jedi.

 "She killed him?" they would question. "A Stormtrooper killed one of our enemies? One of our most powerful enemies that we fear would rise again but she killed him...wow! Great job, (ID number). Did you take him down just with one shot? How did you get so lucky?"

 Promotion would obviously be your reward but if word traveled to Vader or the Emperor...oh boy! How exciting that would be!

 "So this is the Stormtrooper that has killed our enemy," Vader would say. "Excellent work, trooper. Your skills have proven to be a great example for your comrades. You would be rewarded with a promotion indeed."

 "She seems to have more potential than anything," the Emperor would say. "For her to kill an enemy like that seems to be valuable. A true friend of the Empire! Skills that can be taught to others...why, I think I sense a possible new position here...would you like to lead a group of your own men to exterminate any Jedi remaining or those who dare stand against us?"

 Oh, and being the leader of your own squad! Or any promotion you wanted. You'll be a hero! Feared. Beloved. All gifted because you killed a Jedi that fell to your blaster.

 But...your brother...

 You shook your head as you let your blaster slip from your hands a bit. Confusion warped into your mind, wanting to kill him but to let him go. What would your brother say?

 "I...I..." you began, unsure what to do.

 You then remembered why you were doing this. Why you had to. If you didn't, it would be the end of both you and him. And he did it just for your safety. To make sure that you were fed and well in a place he'd knew that could possibly be safe in. It wasn't much of a choice to be made.

 You and your brother had grown up on unknown planet, orphans at the time. Your parents had went on to look for a job but never came back. You both at first survived by thieving but eventually, your brother knew you couldn't be street rats all the time.

 So he took up any job he could find, hoping to pay off a place for you and him to settle in and feed both of you.

 You knew deep down that it was mostly for you, when you would cry at night because the ground was so cold and hard to sleep on, grumbling when your stomach growled. He was pressured into doing everything he can for his little sister. The lost of both of your parents was enough of a burden already.

 Then, he landed a job at hunting. Pay was low but it was something. He proven to be an expert marksman after training, sniping off any animal that came from afar. Many people began to pay him even when he wasn't working, hoping that he could catch their meal of the day. He even began to bring in meals home for you to feed on. Despite your feelings for it, it was food. Hopefully, maybe there would be better to feast.

 Credits rolled into buying a nice settled house, followed by new additions into the home. You felt that your life was getting better with each installation.

 However, soon, another marksman came into the job, challenging your brother. The friendly rivalry between them evolved into something bigger of the marksman's sneers at him, eventually morphing into a fight and you remember your brother waking you in the middle of the night, telling you that you and him had to leave.

 It was back to trudging through town, looking for another job. Unfortunately, this area had little less animals so hunting was limited.

 Yet, the Empire had heard word of your brother's marksmanship.

 You recalled seeing two Stormtroopers approach your brother. You feared that they were going to take him in for what he'd done or worse but they were curious in his sniping abilities. When he demonstrated his skills, the Stormtroopers offered him recruitment into the Empire.

 He accepted...only if his sister could join as well.

 The Stormtroopers returned to their general, wondering if this was a worthy decision. They then came back to confirm that you would be able to join the troopers.

 If you proved your training, then you'd stay. If you fooled around, then they would not be afraid to dump you off.

 You and him pledged your allegiance to the Empire and were off to training to doing some ground missions. Thank goodness, they were just the typical guard this type. You felt you weren't ready for the hardships yet. Especially for your brother.

 Once, you asked him why he joined the Empire. You each had your feelings for it but you knew the answer he would give. You had to confirm it was to come out of his mouth: "No more struggling."

 The Empire had given you rations to eat, water to drink and bunks to rest on. Plus, added with all around protection from the Stormtroopers guarding the posts or Star Destroyers' gunners warding off any Rebel ships, you and him were totally living the life.

 And each mission he took on was a pat on the back. The promotions would give more luxury. More preservation of making sure one of their best marksman wasn't shot down.

 Yet, deep down, he confessed that hopefully soon, you and him would be able to leave the Empire, take on a mission that wasn't as guarded as the others were and pretend to go after the enemy, when in reality, they would take off without turning back.

 Today would of been perfect for the speeder bikes...if he was still here.

 He had been lost in a battle, taken down ironically by a Rebel sniper. You blasted off the Rebel that shot him and raced over.

 "Stay with me," you pleaded as you tried to pick him up. You settled him down aside a tree and checked his wound. It was a good blast.

 "(Y/n)," your brother mumbled. He took your hand and placed it on his sniping blaster. You turned your head to look at your brother, feeling fear absorb into you that you were about to lose him.

 He leaned closer to you. "I want you to run one day," he said.

 You frowned. "But...I don't..."

 "Don't dwindle on the times that I knew were perfect but...my loyalty to the Empire stopped me," he coughed. "My mind was constantly battling on leaving or not. I wanted to since now you could fend for yourself a bit better but...I felt like I owe them one for giving us what they gave. We started a new life here, never hurting, never hungry." He let go of your hand.

 "They have lost my loyalty now though ever since I found out that...that they were the ones that killed our parents."

 You gasped, surprised. "How? I..."

 "Our parents...I found it in a report...cough....they were helping some people from getting killed by them. One of the generals was doing some research on us and found out we were their children. They attempted to hid it but I got curious at looking at some files and then...I knew we couldn't stay long..."

 Your heart shattered. The people that had given you all the comfort, all the goods, everything you could survive off...were now your enemies.

 "I want you to do me a favor," your brother said. "Run away when you can. Don't stay long with the enemy no more. And if you can, avenge them. But do it when you know the time is right. Same for the running. Don't be a fool like me who saw those moments but got my feelings mixed in."

 "No!" you shouted. "I won't leave you!"

 Your brother laughed painfully. "I know you won't. So I will."

 He spluttered out another cough.

 You frantically glanced around to search for any troopers walking by, hoping to signal a medical expert.

 "Please, brother, don't..."

 Your brother then placed his hand on top of your helmet, rubbing muddy dirt scratches across it. "Join the Rebellion, sister. Make them pay."

 With that, his hand soared to the ground, indicating his end.

 You shed tears inside your helmet and silent cries whimpered out. More Stormtroopers ran in and noticed you leaning over the fallen Scout trooper. They took a hold of you, thinking you were injured.

 You spasm at them, reaching for your brother again. Their hands gripped tightly onto your arms, dragging you away. Two other Stormtroopers walked towards him, calling off his ID.

 It was the last time you saw him alive.

 If he was here now, would he have surrendered to the Jedi? Or would he snipe him off, remember that the Empire had supported him. But then the memory of their parents...

 Was it the time now? Your time to join the Rebellion and avenge your parents by helping them take down the shield generators for the Death Star II?

 You wanted to obey your brother now. To tell the Jedi that you wanted revenge. To get back at the Empire for taking away your parents. But like your brother, you were conflicted. You wanted to remain loyal to the Empire. The Empire had "saved" you from remaining in more torrents of pain and suffering from starvation and homelessness. And the Rebels killed him....

 Yet, why were you helping the enemy that comforted you only to have a secret of the reason why you should backstab them?

 Your fingers slipped away from the trigger. You stood startled, unsure what to do. The surge to kill the Jedi would of made you satisfied and the Empire proud...the desire to surrender and pour out you emotions would of felt relief of leaving behind the faction that were actually suppose to be your enemies...

 You looked up to see the Jedi still holding his lightsaber up, the green glow of it illuminating throughout the camp. His face was scrunched into warrior-like, ready to battle.

 You furrowed your eyebrows as your fingers realigned with the trigger again. You screamed as you pulled it back...and blasted off toward a tree instead.

 You lowered your head and took a deep breath, huffing out all the exhaustion of confusion warping into despair. You were done now.

 The Jedi spied at you letting the blaster slide away from your hands. You raised your head up. Tears were flooding behind your eyes, hidden from your helmet. If only he could see the pain you were in.

 "I can't...I don't know," you mumbled. "I don't want to kill you...but you must decide what you're going to do. Are you going to make me surrender? Kill me? What? You Rebel scum think you're doing something for a greater cause...but you're what killed my brother! I have every right to support the Empire for that but they..."

 You were breaking down now. "They killed my parents...and helped us from no more suffering...but I don't...I don't know..." You felt yourself fall down to the ground, on your knees and hands.

 Your mixed feelings were invading your mind, unsure what to do. If the Jedi wanted, he could easily slash you off, as you were vulnerable now. You would still fight back yet you were afraid...would the same happen to you like your brother? Defeated by a Rebel?

 The Jedi instead lowered his lightsaber, sensing your anguish. "I don't want to kill you either," he said. "I want to help."

 Your head snapped up. You glared at him. "Don't play your tricks on me. You Jedi always sense this sympathy towards the pain you feel in others...but you don't know my agony. Being torn in half. Do you know what it's like for that, Jedi? Huh? Being torn apart? To know that the family you had was killed by both sides? Who do I support? Or do I go my own and kill both of you?"

 The Jedi glanced at you with a sympathetic look. "I'm not trying to trick you," he said, sincerely. "You torment...is bouncing around. You're letting your thoughts go wild. I can help you...please. If your brother was here now, he would of convinced you to go with me."

 Your heart froze as an image of your brother surfaced into your head. He was standing alongside the Jedi, nodding.

 Go with him, he said. The dark side is making you suffer, sister. The light will replenish you.

 You shivered as a wind whirled pass you. You had a choice to make now. To return to the dark to cry more…or go to the light and heal. Either way, they both had a fault but did you really wanted to suffer more? Not to mention, your brother had thoughts of joining them…

 You sighed as you clasped your hands on your shoulders, quivering still. “I…please…I need help…”

 The glow of the lightsaber disappeared and you saw two boots in front of you. You gazed up to meet the Jedi’s icy, blue eyes zoom onto your helmet.

 You got a better look at him now. He was a bit taller than you, wearing black pants and a shirt of some sort. One of his hands had a black glove that held the lightsaber, clipped to his belt. His hair was tousled of a mouse brown, short and cropped.

 You gasped as you recognized him. Luke Skywalker. The Rebel Jedi commander of the Rebel Alliance.

 Luke’s hands grasped onto the side of your helmet. You flinched as his fingers gripped onto the latches and slowly pulled your helmet up, determined to take it off.

 You could feel the chilly air of the howling wind blow up on your near exposed neck and chin…

 “Over here!”

 Luke let go of the helmet and sensed more Stormtroopers heading your way. He turned to you.
You shuddered as you glanced back at him, unsure what to do. Then, you found an idea.

 “Go!” you said. “I’ll distract them.”

 Luke frowned.

 “Where is your camp?” you asked. “Please…just tell me and I promise I’ll go by morning light. Go now! They’ll think I’ve been injured by you. Left me to die. I promise."

 Luke sighed but then nodded. "Keep walking along the river," he hinted. He then took off.

 You glowered at the answer but took it anyway. You then realigned your helmet and roared in pain, clutching your wrist.

 Two Stormtroopers appeared behind your back. "Are you injured?" one of them asked.

 "Darn Jedi got away!" you growled. "I think he twisted my wrist. I don't know. I had him and he played a trick on me. All I remember was running and then I fell..."

 "Get her to the medical unit now!" one of the Stormtroopers ordered.

 You felt yourself being picked up and carried away back to your post. There, you were healed up and asked about your team. You replied that you last remembered the Jedi heading away off to a group of trees. That's where their camp must of been hidden.

 They thanked you for doing your best standing up to the Jedi. Many had fallen at his hands but luckily, the fool had decided to let you live, thinking that you would be gone by then, only to catch where he and his stupid allies would be.

 You smiled back. "Oh definitely. Tomorrow, he'll pay for what he's done."




 By the next day, they allowed you to go on foot again. You journeyed with your squad off to the trees, promising revenge for what the Jedi did to you.

 You all ventured out by morning light, planning a surprise attack.

 It wasn’t until later, your squad had somehow confused itself with the tracking, walking in all different directions. They attempted to align themselves back together, but it led to more wrongs paths.

 As they all continued on, you secretly touched the communicator device, twisting it around and finally breaking it off.

 You began to explore the forest, searching around for the river Luke mentioned.

 You then spotted it and hoped that it’d be the right one. As you followed it, you spied a camp up in front with a Rebel lying beside a tree. Smoke swirled up in the air, indicating a fire.

 The Rebel turned to see you and immediately raised his blaster.

 You held your hands up in the air. “Friend,” you shouted, hoping he’d understand.

 The Rebel frowned and called out for some help. More Rebels joined him and questioned your arrival.

 You put your hands on your helmet, prepared to take it off.

 The Rebels quaked as they raised their weapons again. You froze a bit but continued to lift your helmet off your head.

 “Wait!”

 A man came out, wearing a green army poncho with dark clothes underneath and a helmet.

 The Rebels stared at the man in confusion. “Commander, it's a Stormtrooper,” one of them asked, glaring at you. "One little walk away and they'll know where our base is."

 The man with the poncho slowly walked up in front, smiling. His blue eyes gleamed.

 A smile lifted on your face as your helmet was nearly off of you.

 “Don’t worry,” Luke said.

 The helmet fell down to the river with a splash.

 You took a deep breath of real air soar into your lungs. Sunlight danced around you, making you feel warm, revived, renewed.

 Luke’s smile widened. “She’s no longer works for the Empire. She's a friend now."