Mind hazy, pain in his gut, and one hell of sore throat.

Not the best feelings to wake up, the real problem was the fact he wasn't in his bed and wearing his day clothes.

Holding back some bile he held his mouth shut at the surge of disgust in his gut.

Didn't know why he felt so ill, but slowly he got back up pain still lingering in his gut.

"Feeling alright there stranger?" He nearly lost his balance at the sound of the voice echoing from in front of him.

Although his legs were a shaking mess he lifted his head to see where he was.

The alien space in front of him caused his blood to shift, he was in a place he clearly didn't recognize.

The place looked like some kind of fancy rich shop for the elite and wealth, like this place would sell suits that costed as much to buy a house.

Clearly he wasn't in Kansas anymore.

And by Kansas, he meant home.

"The hell? Where am I?" The feeling he felt slowly faded as he regained his composer.

"Eh? What you mean there stranger? You were the one to stumble into my humble shop," The voice spoke causing him to turn his head to a figure standing behind a hard red wood desk.

Both the voice and the figure were all too familiar to him.

Being a gamer, he knew the man all to well.

Even gamers who never played the resident evil series knew who the merchant was to some extent.

Rubbing his eyes thinking he finally lost it, the gamer lowered his eyes to see the merchant was still there almost waiting eagerly for him to step up.

Being extremely cautious he walked to the desk to the waiting sell's man.

"Welcome Stranger!" The purple scarf shifted into what gamer could guess was a smile. "What you buying?"

Turning behind him just to make sure if there was any cameras or anyone hiding to pop out and tell him this was a prank for some youtube channel.

But he didn't see anything.

Or an exit door.

Looking back towards the merchant he took a breathe.

"Uhhh... what you sell?" His horse voice asked causing the merchant to give a dry chuckle.

"A little bit of everything stranger," Snapping his figures the dark shelves lit up behind him. "I have remedies for all ailments, weapons for games of all kind, along with clothes for any occasion, and so much more!"

The masked figure leaned on the desk placing a hand on his covered chin.

"But in your case I think I you are more interested in a second chance," The merchant said with a chuckle stroking his purple mask as if it was a beard. "Am I right?"

It was like the merchant's glowing eyes stared right into his soul and into his mind.

"Of course I am. Now let me see I think I have something for you," The shopkeeper held out a finger and ducked under his desk. "Normally I let my customers pick their product but for you my friend I got something special,"

Trying to see what the merchant was doing, the gamer took a step back as the cloaked man plopped a black box onto the table.

"Had this in the back for awhile I knew some day I would find someone who was right for it," Sweeping a hand across the thick layer of dust on the box the merchant popped it opened behind closing it not allowing the Gamer to ruin the surprise.
"However due to this being one of my lesser stock I offering you a deal here stranger. One I don't usually give likely,"

Narrow his brow the gamer looked at the hooded man before him with suspicion.

"What kind of deal?"

"Well," Tapping his fingers on the dusty box the merchant took a breathe. "I'll be honest with you there are more powerful choices than this one stranger but I'm offering you something I don't give to everyone who does business with me,"

Leaning in the Merchant leaned in.

"Think of it as a business proposition ," The Merchant stated. "You instrested?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Yes, but will you allow me to tell you about it first?" The Merchant asked which the gamer slowly nodded. "Haha! Good man, well my business associate and I have been thinking of keeping in contact with our clients having a mutually beneficial partner with our clients,"

The merchant tapped the box.

"I will give you a fresh start with your: Second chance here. Don't worry it's one your familiar with but one to 'keep it balance' as it were," The Merchant explained. "And in exchange of this nerfing if you want to call it that, you will have access to our services in your stay all be it limited,"

"What you mean by limited,"

"I can only give you access to the resources related to this product," Tapping the case again the merchant proceed to explain the deal. "And I can't bring you any other outside help. My apprentice will explain about the rules in further detail if you take this deal,"

"Uh-huh,"

"Of course it wouldn't be free you will need to pay for our services,"

"Sounds reasonable,"

"Glad you understand Stranger!" The merchant laughed. "But you don't have to accept the deal. I will allow you to pick from the rest of my stock if you wish and go on without our aid as many have before you,"

He pointed down a dark hallway which began to light up with the flick of his wrist which caused the gamer's eyes to go wide eyed at the endless hallway of items from all across media.

Stuff from Games, Movies, and even books all stood waiting to be picked.

Staring are the familiar items that rested in waiting the gamer froze for a second to consider the deal, sure he could pick anything from the stock but then what?

The master chief couldn't go that far without a resupply of weapons and repairs.

Doubt he had the knowledge to repair a titan.

Even the mighty sons of Vulkan need help from the red priest of mars.

Not to mention Goku needed to be healed sometimes not to mention be wished back to life more than once.

Slowly he turned back to the Merchant, which already seem to know his answer.

"What's in the box?"

The merchant's masked smile grew as he turned it around and popped it open.

"Huh. That will work. You got yourself a deal," Holding out his hand to seal it the merchant with a firm grip shook his hand. "But I gotta ask,"

"Of course what you got?"

"How will I find your apprentice?" The gamer asked to which the Merchant tapped the side of his head.

"You'll know when you see it,"

"That doesn't answer my-"

A blinding light stopped him in the mist of his confusion leaving gamer to feel light and almost black out again.

(???)

"-Question," Blinking a few times after that blinding light the customer turned around seeing he was no longer in the merchant's shop, for he now stood in a flush green forest. "Way to go idiot. Should have asked before shaking on it,"

Hearing his voice, he took a look at his hands.

The familiar white armor and black underbody glove made him smile slightly.

"Oh yeah," Holding his covered head the customer messed around with it, feeling his hands move on their own seemly already knowing how it worked.

One move of his finger caused the helmet's HUD to appear lighting up the customer's view with tactical data and Aurebesh that he could read as if it was English.

"TK-777?" Smiling at the name on the helmet he lowered his hand. "I hope Boba doesn't mind,"

Feeling his belt he pulled a familiar blaster from the black holster at his waist and inspected the stormtrooper's iconic side arm: The E-11 medium blaster rifle. His helmet seemed to link with the weapon as it gave him a ammo count of the weapon's charge along with it's heat level.

"I wonder," Lowering his new weapon he looked towards a tree stump sitting not so far away from him.

Reaching down he picked up a rock and placed it on the stump and took a few steps back, taking aim he stared down the sight aiming at the rock. Lining up the shot he pulled the trigger, the familiar sound of the blaster echoed though the forest as a red beam was shot forward at the rock.

Lower the blaster he stared at the smoking stump and melted rock.

"Terrible shots my ass. Fucking plot armor nonsense," Kicking dirt onto the stump he chuckled. "I can see perfectly out this this thing too don't know why Luke and Rex were making a big deal of this,"

Going back to his belt he went though his pouches.

"Now what else do I got here?"

"Girls I think it came from over here," His head snapped up from the travel biscuits in hands.

"No. He didn't,"

Hearing footsteps he turned his head to the sound, having no time to take cover he lifted his blaster up but quickly lowered it.

"Whoa!" A familiar face met his face.

"What is it- oh my gosh!" A second face meet his gaze, her coat matching his armor.

"You can say that again Sweetie," The country kid spoke causing him to sigh.

"Son of a nerf herder," He mumbled to himself, holding his face plate he took a breath before holding out a hand in wave. "Hello there,"

The CMC although hesitantly waved back, holstering his blaster he took a knee to get in eye level with the girls.

"I'm a bit. Do you girls think you can help a trooper like me find the nearest town?"

Sweetie Belle looked nervous, while Scootaloo seemed a little excited, while Applebloom simply smile taking a few steps to the Stormtrooper.

"We be happy too Mister. My name's AppleBloom what's yours?"

"TK-777," Applebloom tilted her head at the name. "Everyone calls me Lucky,"

"You got a funny name there mister," Applebloom smiled. "Why did your Mama name you after a bunch of numbers?"

"She didn't," The crusader infront of him seemed to be even more confused. "It's completed kiddo,"

"I bet. No offense Mister Lucky but your name sounds like something out one of Spike's comic books," Scootaloo moved up from behind Sweetie Belle.

"Who?"

"He's Sweetie Belle future brother-in-law," Scootaloo teased Sweetie Belle.

"Ew! No he's not! Besides Rarity and him aren't even a thing," Sweetie grumbled.

"But everyone knows he's a sucker for her," Scootaloo pointed out making Sweetie Belle shuck in embarrassment at her friend's comment.

"Sorry to interrupt kiddos but can you help me get into town?" Lucky asked to which Applebloom grabbed his hand causing the trooper to stand up.

"This way Mr. Lucky," The young pony said guiding the white armor trooper.

'Maybe that wasn't the best name I could have thought of.'

“Please Mr. Lucky was my Father’s name. Just call me Lucky,”

“Really?”

“No, I’m just mess with you kids,”

“Awww that would have been funny,”

‘Not really. God I need to come up with an excuse as soon as I can,’

“So Mister Lucky if you don’t me asking what are you?”

‘Oh boy…’

Author's Note

Almost 2k words, but hopefully this story doesn’t get deleted or removed.

I’ve had a bad streak with Wattpad as of late so I’m here to write a Star Wars story that doesn’t get deleted an hour after posting. Long story…

Speaking of stories! This one might be an interesting one with the MC having more help from the merchant or rather his apprentice.

Of course I’m putting my own twist on things. Sorta.

So the MC is a regular human, big surprise I know but we’ll see how things go down in the future of this story.

Also I do apologize for my grammar in this story I’m on my gaming laptop/phone not my normal writing laptop (complicated Wi-Fi problem on my end).

So here you guys go.

A stormtrooper story!

Hey before you start saying ‘he’s a stormtrooper how can he hit that rock?!’

Answer No plot armor or DISENY’S ‘it was the force’ bullshit.

Till the next one. Peace.