[ IP ] Challenge : Take any picture from /r/ImaginaryJedi , Tell its story .

They were all suits of armor. Thier white plates almost blended in with the white ash of the burning forest. Blue and red plasma streaked across the battlefield, and in the chaos one stormtrooper fell dead. A bolt had struck the breastplate and pierced the vital organs underneath. Another trooper stopped and knelt by his fallen comrade. 
 
 He did not know the dead soldier. The armor could hold man or woman, sinner or saint, a friendly face or an absolute asshole. All that could be seen was the angry, or sad, frown of the standard issue stormtrooper helmet. The living mourned the dead regardless. He did not feel the hole in his back, nor did he hear the sounds of battle stop. 
 
 His eyes shut as another suit of armor begun treating the wound in his back. 
 
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 I will fully confess I had no idea what I was doing while writing this.
