Stormtroopers-Personal Narrative

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was standing on the platform where we were supposed to pick up some crates. Hurry up I thought as I saw several squads of stormtroopers were heading our way. All of the sudden I heard Sabine yell "Run!", I looked up and saw a bright streak in the sky coming down onto the platform. All hell broke lose as stormtroopers started firing tipping me off that it wasn't an imperial attack. My heart stopped when I saw Ezra trip and fall, I started running toward him, and then the blast came down.

Everything was pitch black when I opened my eyes and my ears were ringing, I immediately thought where is Kanan? Where are the kids? No not kids I corrected crew. My eyes let some light in and my vision was all blurry. I sat up rubbing my eyes and my vision returned but my ears were still ringing. I took in the sight of the platform. Everything was on fire shards of metal were scattered all around. I had no idea where I was and there was no sight of the ghost. I stood up and blood rushed to my head. I reached up and I felt that I had blood running down my face. I could tell that my left wrist was broken as well. …show more content…

"Sabine" I rushed in the direction where I heard her voice, coughing on all of the smoke. When I finally found her, I was almost on my knees in pain. "Sabine" I said worrying that she wasn't alive as a large piece of metal was on top of her. I tried to push it off of her to no avail.

"Hera will I be okay?" She asked me. I could hear the fear in the child's

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