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Storm Trooper Assault Fighting Force and the Rise of the Rebel Nuisance!
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LT-D4N, or Dan as his squad mates liked to call him, sighed as he lowered the extinguisher. Fuse was good with explosives, he new how to demolish something. But whenever he took to trying to fix something, he would – somehow – transform it into a fiery mess, or another explosive. Lucky for them, he hadn’t gotten that far yet. The camouflage coloured stormtrooper pushed Fuse aside and snatched the coffee maker from the demolition nut as Grumps tended to Fuse.

‘Can you fix it, Dan?’ Sarge queried, eyes never leaving his paper.

‘Uhh…’ Dan hesitated as he looked over the coffee maker’s internal machinery. ‘I don’t think so.’ He spoke, Fuse peering over his shoulder.

‘I’d rather not have to put in a requisition for a new one.’ Sarge replied, flipping to the next page of his newspaper.

‘Sorry Sarge, it’s busted. Fuse has, somehow, turned it into an explosive of some kind.’ Dan spoke, confusion in his voice. He had no idea how Fuse managed to do this all the time.

‘Well I fixed it, at least.’ Fuse stated proudly.

‘Yeah, fixed it to explode.’ Dan scowled, picking up the extinguisher and giving the trooper another smack. Sarge flipped another page as he sighed more paperwork.

‘Oh my gosh, tell me about your corn!’ Scrubsey exclaimed loudly.

‘It’s yellow, grows in a tall stalk, and you eat it.’ Dan mocked from behind his helmet. They couldn’t see his face, but he was grinning. Hammer, Rooster, and Scrubsey all turned their heads towards him. He couldn’t see their faces, but he knew they were glaring at him.

After a couple moments of silence, and what Dan thought was an unnecessarily long period of time glaring at him, he raised his hands up, palms faced towards them, as an apologetic measure.

‘Okay, okay. Tell us about your corn.’
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