AT-AT Fan Fiction Pt.1

STAR WARS! I personally love star wars, don’t get me wrong Star Trek is cool but Star Wars has more fighting and sexy machines! Anyway my original idea was to post the LAAT Gunship story on May 4th, star wars day, but… AT-AT is sexy. 😉 So this is the first part. FAN FICTION! Blizzard 1 was Commander Veers’s (the guy who led the walkers on Hoth) personal experimental Walker and his son Zevulon Veers would desert to the Rebel Alliance after Hoth, shortly before the battle of Endor, I believe (IDK the Star Wars dating system is misleading). Zevulon Veers never really was around Blizzard 1 or Hoth for that matter, and due to personal tragedy his relationship with his father is… denied.



Zevulon Veers climbed out of his speeder and looked around the Hoth surface. It was all white, white sky, white snow, white wind, white everything. He plodded around so his navigation gear could lock him in at his predicted location, and when that was done he returned to the speeder and flew through the white looking for something gray. The Empire had fallen a month ago, and in a rush to protect Endor, the Imperial forces on Hoth abandoned the base with most of its gear and equipment. The New Republic sought to reclaim it. His navigator sent him out in a maze of nothingness, lost in a flat plain surrounded by mountains. He was about to report that the coordinates given were inaccurate when out of the white a massive gray hoof appeared, as his speeder’s nose flattened against it. Then all the white went black. He awoke in an Imperial ready room, familiar but distant, like his father’s AT-AT ready room. He had bacta on his throbbing forehead and a warm cup of soup near him. Zev looked around, he assured he was in the ready room of an AT-AT, he was laying on the backpack charging chairs and saw the rapid deploy harnesses at the ready.

“Hello? Anybody here?” He got up and looked around. He was stripped to his lowest layers and was still sweating, thanks to the atmosphere control units overhead, and saw his outer layers bundled up in a shredded and bloodied ball across the bay. He stumbled around wondering how he got there, the base was totally abandoned and Hoth had no intelligent life forms. He got to the cockpit and passing through the neck experienced déjà vu, as he read the door markings he knew where he was. His father’s own experimental AT-AT Blizzard 1. Thankful to be alive and filled with built up anger and disgust towards his father he slammed the blast door open and saw nobody. Now he was confused completely.

“Awake are we?” A feminine voice said through the commander’s helmet placed on the coms station in the middle of the cramped pod. He shakily reached for the helmet and picked it up and talked into the face gap.

“Yes. Wh-who are you? Where are you?” He turned up the volume in the helmet.

“First I’m right here, and second I’m Bliz.” He stopped. This girl was messing with him.

“Haha funny! Now seriously, who the hell are you? This is my father’s walker you put me in and I’d like to know how you did this!” He demanded the helmet, realizing his foolish appearance.

“I’m not lying. I am Blizzard 1, I am General Veers’s walker. Not! your father’s, as much as you look like him you are not his son! His son is an ex-imperial officer you rebel trash!” As much as he loved not being recognized as Maximilian Veers’s son, he was, disowned his father but still his son sadly.

“Look, I love how you took me out of his family tree, so did I, but I was the son of Veers! I am Zevulon Veers! Now answer the damn question! Who are you!?”

“I have you ignorant boy!” A metallic hand shaped object hit him in the back of the head. “You’re as stubborn as your father. Damn he was a pain.” Zev started to put two and carrot together, as odd as it sounded the AT-AT was active. “And before you call me ‘droid’ I’m telling you now, I am no droid.”

“What are you?”

“Living. Droids can’t do what I can. I am just like you, I can bleed, sleep, feel, sympathize, talk, think, love and laugh. Show me a droid that can do that.” She paused realizing that technically they could. “And birth, give birth. Show me.” Zev thought about it, his father was proud of this walker, and it did take very special metal to build. Could they really make living metal?

“So, why talk with a com?”

“You wouldn’t hear me otherwise. My mouth is outside the cab.”

“Why did you save me? How did you save me?”

“First I pitied your stupid ass running into my foot, and then I figured you’re the one sent to claim me and the other dead metal walkers, so I figured this would be best for my survival. I plucked you up and shoved you in. Covered that gash and warmed up rations. Nothing to it.” Zev thought, she must be lonely.

“Well I’m ever thankful for you saving me. I am in your debt.”

“Hell yes you are. Now, Zev, I remember you as an aspiring cadet. What happened?” He explained how hypocritical the Empire was to him, enslaving non-human species, something she knew first hand, and how unjust it was. Bliz learned of the defeat of the Empire, and as down as she was she felt some liberation of it. “But then I remembered what I am, and I’ll be slaved again for your armies.” Zev thought about this, technically she was a new species, intelligent at that, but is a weapon of war. “And while you serve I’ll be under you, being a descendant of my previous commander.” He thought. By this time she had sat him down in the pilot chair to rest him. He saw through the glass her eyes looking out. They were a bit darker and two dots that shifted across her viewport. She’d pull the middle of the viewport into a pinch like the bridge of a nose and forehead or expand them like raising eyebrows. Then he remembered a speeder crashed into her face and paralyzed his father from the waist down.

“How did that, fare?”

“Well that jackass scum got lucky. I could have incinerated him and only need some brushing, but no, he went and smashed through my face. Veers cared for me then, seemingly only then, and he ordered my faceplate and cockpit completely rebuilt and refurbished. This time, though, I’ve got reinforcing and more sentium in me. Now I can make more faces.” Her viewport began flexing in all sorts of shapes, bends, gaps, and movements. Zev concluded that she had to keep entertained somehow and thought little of it.

It was very exciting for Bliz to have someone to talk to at last. It was only a month ago that the storm troopers and officers left but it felt like forever in this place. She had felt him crash into her foot and quickly knelt down on her huge legs’ knees and used her body claws to collect the driver in the speeder hulk and carefully transact him to her body cabin, and all for someone to talk to. He was out cold for a whole rotation before he awoke, and she’d only let him out when she was sure he could stand the cold again. He asked to get some stuff from the speeder but she denied him, kneeling down to collect it herself and asking if it was everything he needed out of the speeder.

“Well, that should be all of it. Why?”

“I want to crush it!” He thought, it was something they were known for, and crushing it flat would be easier to collect since it was useless scrap now.

“Sure you can crush it.”

“Yeees!” She exclaimed as she dropped his things in the hull and stood up. She backed up with surprising agility to one not familiar to AT-ATs like Zev was, and marched forward towards the wreck. She left an underbelly hatch open for Zev to hear the metal crunch and scream as her foot came down on it like one would crush a soda can, sounding similar, too, except for the hydraulic hoses snapping and hissing in death. He couldn’t help but peer through the neck from the hull and see her viewport darkened, close-eyed.

“Having fun there, Bliz?”

“Oh yes! A lot of fun! It’s so good, crushing things. It feels so empowering, feeling everything beneath you crumble and give in to you!” He chuckled; she was a walker for sure. He sat down in a chair at first, then slowly leaned over and slipped asleep. She moved off the mangled mess satisfied that it was as flat as could be and noticed him out cold on the seats. She wanted to wake him and get him to contact the others to pick their asses up and get them off the damned planet but didn’t for better judgment. She liked this alone time with him, someone smart and relatable with the same pain known as Maximilian Veers, to talk with. No dealing with bossy kids fresh out of the academy, or clumsy dim-witted clone copies of some poor retard dumb enough to let some white coat poke him with a needle. She felt a special bond to him, his personality matches hers nicely, and his appeal to her was inducing. She felt that she had to have him, one way or another he was going to be her director. She felt that the cold blizzard that constantly plagued this hell zapped her of strength, and she kneeled down on all four of her knees and locked up her legs where her body was only three meters off the ground, and then she went to sleep. She had set up over the year or so on Hoth a little pillow for her to rest her head on, it was cold but it was better than the neck pain she usually felt otherwise. As she started to fall asleep she looked at her dead-metal counterparts, also locked up like she was, about a quarter kilometer in front of her neatly lined up. There were four others with her as the leader, she remembered the commander of ‘Snowman’, the walker on the closest end and one other that survived the Hoth offensive, was sweet and secretly against the Empire, but he was neither as radical as Zev was nor as daring. Every so often she’d miss him and his blind ambition for something, something eluding of his mindset, but it was something indeed. She felt what he felt as she drifted to sleep then, thinking of what boundless lengths she’d do to keep Zev as her commander. For at least he was understanding and relatable.

She woke with a stir the next ‘morning’ on Hoth. Shooting open, her eyes searched for more people, but were only met by the same faces, blank and soul-bore viewports staring at her. She grew to hate them, even though they could do nothing to offend her being standard dead-metal AT-ATs, she hated their expressionless faces that never flinched, sympathized, spoke, they did nothing. She once almost toppled one to take her fury out on it but withheld for fear of prosecution later, nothing could really stop her now. That Walker was ‘Hoth base AT-AT number 5’, otherwise known as ‘Bantha fodder’ by Bliz and her hatred of them, she referred to it as a he and hated him the most, his neck was malfunctioning and never horizontally locked. That would be fine with her, if it didn’t always seem to fall on her, just staring at her and mocking her.

“Morning, Bantha fodder!” She stammered up to her feet.

“That’s not very nice.” Zev said from about beneath her.

“Wha-? I told you to stay inside!” She was shocked. He appeared to have gotten some tools and such for a communicator.

“I feel fine.” He said proudly, face asking for an apology.

“It that wasn’t meant for you. Now come here!” He came close to her and was whisked up her forward right leg by a rand of arms mounted on her leg. Once he was inside he asked her who it was for. “For him! The bastard with the broken neck over there!” She yelled through the helmet and pointed with a metal hand to the Walker. Zev thought she may have been to the deep end recently.

“Have you tried ignoring it?”

“Oh yeah sure! I’m just going to ignore the only company I have here!” She couldn’t, every time she looked at the others he caught her eye with his lifeless gaze. “Can I just end him!?”

“Let me think.” The New Republic Army knew how many walkers were down here and about what condition they’re in. They’d be suspicious of one randomly burning up on a snow planet. “Alright here, I know how annoying things can get but we need them.”

“I’ve tried toppling him alone, it didn’t work!”

“I’ll fix that.” He used the rappelling cable and shot down to the surface. He unlatched and scurried through the snow to the Walker and climbed into the body. He got into the cockpit and tried remembering back to his learnings. Before Bliz’s eyes the damned Walker started to stand up, and then it slowly marched forward so she could knock him on the side. As Zev was straddling back to her he saw her eyes, a light light red almost white dots on the red viewport. He also saw her mouth in a wide smile on the faceplate below the viewport. Her white saber teeth were making his stomach churn in fear. She yanked him aboard and carried him to the cockpit where he watched her move quickly to the other’s side. She then pushed at him, slowly leaning him until, with a large metal groan and a crash, he fell over. Bliz let out a mighty roar of victory and placed a foot on the hull.

“Fuck you, Bantha Fodder!” She laughed happily as she backed off.

“Did you really hate it that much?”

“Yes! Yes I do! Nonstop he stared at me! Mocking me and staring!”

“Even though it wasn’t alive?”

“Yes, I know it’s like voices in my head but I welcomed what I could.” Her victory gave her a blood rush and a little wetness down under. She wanted sex but under no circumstances would she’d do it with any human here, they’d freeze instantly. She thought of the massive garage she was in during her rebuild, it was on the other side of the base. She began trotting around the complex to get there where hopefully she could seduce Zev.

“Where’re we goin?”

“A little walk. To get stuffedin.” Zev wasn’t too sure what her last sentence was, it came out a little fast. He turned back to go into her hull but remembered he had to contact the others.

“Bliz can I use your communicator?”

“Y-Yes just, just make it quick.” He turned it on and sent a signal. No answer. He sent another, still nothing. He tried three more times before they finally answered. A little blue hologram popped up of his overseer.

“Alright buddy who the-Zev you’re alive! About damn time. Now any news?”

“Thanks for the rescue party, Backer.”

“You would’ve been the rescue party. The others aren’t back yet.”

“Yeah well, this is the place. What’s your ETA?”

“We’ll need time to pack but give us until maybe dusk. We’ll be there around dusk.”

“See you then.” He closed it. A certain smell had entered the hull; it was enticing and sexually inducing. Zev had no idea what was happening but Bliz was using some natural chemistry to get him going. He thought of Bliz and noticed how attractive she was, he grew hornier towards her. He remembered she could birth and figured she had to have something. She knew he was getting horny, just his movements and temperature was a giveaway. She saw the huge enclosed gantry looming over her like a temple door, thankfully closed, and watched it slowly open with her outer hand pulling the lever. As she moved inside he made his flirting apparent, but she didn’t listen; she knew already they were doing it. She dropped to her knees once the huge door closed, sealing in the impressive temperature increase inside the massive hall.

“Alright Zev, we’re doing this!” She took off his jacket then helped strip him down. She felt his hot skin beading with sweat and this made her hornier, she couldn’t resist opening her cover and rubbing her clit ball that had formed. She felt herself dripping from her slit; she closed her eyes and rubbed it slowly as Zev climbed down, moaning aloud fueling Zev’s lust for her. With relative speed he went to the source of commotion and dripping noise, he saw her fondling her magnificent long sliver of hot silver-dripping vagina lips and grew jealous of her hands touching and loving it. It was on her underbelly in between her two rear legs. She picked him up and pressed him against her belly below her slit just to feel him, and was happy with it. She stopped fondling herself and moved him up to her opening; he had just thought how he would even touch her when she pushed him into a surprisingly tight spot with a long loud moan of pleasure.

She felt his long hard cock slide into her so easy, beating and hot as it moved her walls around. Her immediate reaction was to get up, she moved her ‘hips’ up as if to get off but she stopped this consciously and rode back down on him. She wanted this, she needed this, but her body seemed unsure of it, hesitant, she felt so right with this mentally and physically yet was contradicting herself like some part of the formula was wrong. Even still, the experience was intense and awesome, and caused her to shut her eyes tight and whimper and moan. She consciously started getting up on him then get back down, slowly humping him, her head dipped down with her focus moving to the feeling and getting more. But there was always that one off feeling whispering it wasn’t right.

Zev was gripped figuratively and literally by her, her pussy was tight around him and the sense was being stimulated more than anything. He couldn’t help but watch as her hot silver lubes oozed from her perfect gray slit and ran down his wet shaft while she rose and descended on it. His cock head was tingling as it was soaked in her and rubbed around by her slow glorious humps, their skins rubbed around giving to each other as they pulled and pushed against the other. He slowly started to come to his wits, her musk was wearing off, and as his senses came too he was shocked. He was at first scared she’d crush him, as she was coming down on him, but soon he realized that she was fucking him and he was for sure enjoying it. He always liked the Walkers, but Bliz awoke something deeper inside him with her musk, and he felt greatly attracted to her and especially in this moment. He lay awestruck and in nirvana, and felt that he was doing her a disservice and not giving her a full experience. He felt himself growing in his cock, lengthening, thickening, throbbing, and stunning Bliz with a surprising increase in size.

“Oh FUCK Zev! You’re so fucking big! Oh shit! Yes! Oh Yeah!” She felt him expand inside her, she didn’t want to hump him anymore, just wanted to lay there soaking in his size. Then he started to pull out, she was startled and scared he was horrified and was going to run but before she could musk him again she recoiled and moaned from his powerful thrust. He thrust in and her body natural lifted up then fell back down.

“Just relax and enjoy, Bliz.” He pulled out and started to pump in and out at a moderate pace, with her keeping pace in her recoiling humps she quickly filled the room with her moaning and whines.

“Oh fuck me, baby! Fuck me baby, fuck me!” Her feeling was whole, the doubt in her was gone, he wanted this, too. Her head dropped to thirty degree depression, as low as it could go, and her viewport was clenched closed in stimulus. She felt her body fully accept this and get into the humping herself; soon after she felt herself tightening up on him as her legs began shaking. Her grip on Zev gave away how much time was left before her climax, he noticed he was holding it all in, trying not to release inside her, and his effort proved evident when his pace slackened. Her hot fluids were almost gushing out, her soft and plush pussy was firming up and holding onto him, her huge and powerful legs on either side were shivering, and her pleasured screams and wails grew faster. She tried to hold out a little bit longer but failed; she instinctively pulled him in as deep as possible and thrust her head up as a great mass of her liquid forced its way out of her crevice, any noise drowned out by a great roaring moan from a very satisfied Walker. Zev was suddenly launched to her body and his dick forced in all the way as her orgasm shrieked out everywhere on his crotch and a little on his stomach, he could hold no longer as his rumbling cock shot through her spray into her depths.

She had the best feeling ever in those seconds. She was breathing heavily and locked up with her whole body quivering. Slowly she dropped her head down, her first thought was to go again, then to just snuggle up with him, and then how this secured their relationship, but then she felt something deeper and ahead of his cock; it was tingling, warm, and spread around. She smiled at the realization of sperm inside her, right there where temptingly she could take it and birth a beautiful child, but judgement got to her then. Right then as they embraced one another in their arms a thought hit them; they just insulted Maxmillian Veers and all he stood for: enslavement of non-humans, forbidding of interspecies relationships, Zev a rebel and Bliz free, and maybe the worst insult is his two once prized beings had just had sex thoroughly and enjoyably. They could only await the day he learned this, but they had no proof that they had sex, only a child could prove that, so let there be proof.

“Zev how does a baby Walker sound?”

“Great, but the Empire’s still out there, what if they come to reclaim you? That worries me, now.”

“Then we’ll reenact the Battle of Hoth in the other direction. I’m not going down without a fight.” She felt secure about it all, so she absorbed his seamen into her and told him it was done. They had about two hours before dusk so they spent it bundling up with each other for a nap. Then she got up and put him inside her hull and went outside.

“They couldn’t spare anyone?” She looked at at least two battalions of rebels in an accounting formation in the courtyard, and the two cruisers that touched down nearby had to have at least another two or three thousand crew. Speeders and equipment were all around preparing defenses like she assaulted.

“This isn’t what we brought, this isn’t right.” Zev was baffled, why were there so many? He descended down and found someone with answers, then shakily reported back to Bliz.


“The Empire is on Hoth, they want it back. We’re assaulting them this time.” Her first thought was this was a suicide attempt to stop them. The Empire would be geared for assault meaning walkers, twice as many ground troops than the rebels had, Star Destroyer support, close air support-but wait, this is Hoth; one of the coldest planets. They don’t have the vehicles that were built to do Hoth work.

“We have a chance, then.” He looked puzzled. “Think you could teach ’em Walker controls?”

He did his best working with nine others to teach them how to operate an All Terrain Armored Transport and then eight others how to be a deck officer for all the walkers, Bliz didn’t need pilots. The spies confirmed that the Empire would be landing troops the next morning; they even got the landing coordinates. Bliz got very excited, the rebels were mixed about her, and the whole fighting force mounted and mobilized toward the landing site not too far away. Bliz was in the rear of the convoy so she could correct the other pilots’ mistakes, Zev wanted to be up in the front terribly, desperately, like he needed to prove himself to the other rebels. Their personas completely switched, Zev was restless and Bliz was calm and collected. They did come to an agreement; Bloz had her way, and instead turned to romancing with each other while Bliz snacked on the speeder she flattened. This continued until they were a few kilometers away from the landing zone, then Bliz took the lead and wished that the AT-ST Chicken Walkers didn’t perform so badly on Endor that the Rebels refused to use them, they came in handy for terrain scouting, but the rebels as a ‘present’ produced a speeder bike with terrain scanners on BaRC speeders instead. They went ahead overnight and scanned the ground and determined it strong enough for the AT-ATs. Then they waited, going over plans for scenarios and encounters.

Then the sun broke the darkness, the rebel soldiers rested on the way there and after the scenario run through, they were ready and eager to fight for the New Republic Alliance and stared as the long and wide Imperial Star Destroyer landed in the huge bowl. Bliz and Zev held the others back, with that Destroyer there they couldn’t do anything but watch them dismount. Spotters reported the looks of a garrison, six AT-STs, and two AT-ATs, Bliz was certain there was plenty more in the Star Destroyer but if it was fully unloading then they stood no chance.

“Wait, there’s a third at at coming out, it’s weird, it’s walking funny and more like a waddle. Hold on they seem to only have half a back,” the scout said, Bliz pondered, could it be? “It’s got a big-ass crane in the back…”

“Shit!” Bliz exclaimed, it wasn’t a crane. “GET OUTTA THERE NOW!”

“Ok-the-destroyers-leaving-now!” He said fast as he and his partner fumbled around to get to the speeders. Bliz told the others they needed to act fast and surprise them quickly, the Star Destroyer is going to orbit for bombardment support and there is an All Terrain Ion Canon with them. The walkers moved with a purpose, going about forty kilometers an hour, twenty shy of their maximum speed, to shock the Imperials.

They slowed as they came to the crest of a huge hill, they staggered over and in unison fired the dual chin mounted MS-1 fire-linked heavy laser canons targeting the AT-STs. Instantly three of six became nice warm fires to huddle around and a fourth was professionally ice skating on its face, the other AT-STs made weird movements, the pilots must have jolted the controls in surprise, and returned fire when possible. The first return salvo was a snap shot and soared over the Walker heads, a second salvo did strike a Walker in the face, and the Walker didn’t even flinch. Bliz ordered all to concentrate fire on the Ion canon transport. She lined up a chin shot for the walker’s neck while two others went for the hull and another a leg. She was barely off and knocked the head ninety over in recoil, wile the leg shot missed and the body shots did little damage but penetrated. The Imperial AT-ATs turned to face them and fired shots. Bliz was struck along her side and in the sensory bubble on her head. Her head jostled by her and force in response to the pain she felt, a burning and sharp pain.

“Bliz, baby are you alright!?” Zev exclaimed standing back up.

“Fine, I’m fine baby.” She was never hit with that high of canon power before and sure it wouldn’t be the last. She went again for the Ion canon Walker neck but when she was ready it had turned to point the canon at them.

“Drop the troops!” Zev commanded to keep the troops intact. As the canon pointed at them Bliz snaked a shaky hand into his, both knew that would be their demise. As the troops were repelled down he felt Bliz’s whole frame quivering.

“Zevulon, I love you.” She said as the massive canon charged up with a green glow.

“I love you, too, Blizzard.” The other walkers fired again and missed the thin body mainly or deflected off the armor. The cockpit shuddered as the canon spit out a green beam a meter wide. “And Storm Trooper accuracy.” The shot had missed all four Walkers; they had unloaded all troops and were awaiting orders.

“Hit the Chickens!” The AT-STs were advancing up the hill. They were easily struck down by the AT-AT’s superior firepower. “Now hit the others!” The Imperial AT-ATs held fire for the Ion canon to scare them off but opened fire at the sight of the Chickens sliding down the hill burning. Bliz was hit again in the face and the upper body. One rebel sharpshooting AT-AT landed a shot right in the compact drive motor induct just under the body between the legs and blew it up from internal reactions. As the body exploded the Ion canon fired again.

Bliz looked to her right and watched as the green laser burned it’s way through the Walker’s face, buckled the neck, expanded the body, and melted through the back as it erupted in a massive fireball and fell on its ass. She felt herself slip as warm fluid trickled around her vaginal blast covers and soon down her leg. Ashamed of pissing herself, scared she could be beaten so easily, protective of her lover, angered by their oppression, and confounded by abandonment, Bliz gave out and fell to her knees crying. She wanted to get up and fight, she wanted to lay down on her side, she wanted to earn her own life, she wanted to go back to the old way, she wanted to kill them all, she wanted to cuddle with Zev again, she wanted to free every planet in the galaxy, but mostly, mostly she wanted to take Zev, take scrap, take their developing baby, and go home. Wherever hers was.

“Bliz get up! Bliz they need us, get up! Please, Blizzard! I need you! The baby needs you! Please, Blizzard, please!” He was trying to get her up as the canon trained onto another. The two infantries clashed, the rebel walkers doing their best to flatten as many Imperials as possible but were being harassed by the Imperial Walker. Bliz looked up from her pool of silver tears and wished much hell upon her foes; she found no strength to get up but only that to keep firing. So she did, knocking out the Imperial Walker’s repeating blasters and then a chin gun, before crumbling into her old broken state as the canon tore another rebel Walker’s legs off. She watched the Walker tumble to the ground and sobbed even more, that was ‘Snowman’ falling, the last rebel Walker standing was the third survived of the Hoth offensive, named ‘Skimpy Slipper’ and that was all she had of them. Her compounding will expanded, grew bigger than ever, into a blood boiling rage.

“NO ONE! NO! ONE! FUCKS! WITH MY FAMILY!” She climbed back up in a mad frenzy unable to think clearly, she hurriedly steps towards the canon training on her, and fires all her guns at it that miss or do nothing to it. Zev constantly tried to talk sense to her but nothing got to her. The canon rapidly aligned on her and shot instantly without charging. She resurfaced, shot out of the blind fury. In slow motion she felt the beam break a clean hole through the center of her viewport, cut through her blast doors, hit the rear wall, pass through her vehicle bay now womb, and break out her rear. She stood in a wide stance, mouth agape and face bewildered by what happened. Her forward legs gave and she fell on her chin burrowing into the snow in shock. Then she called for Zev, no answer.




No movement inside her.

She screamed at the top of her voice for him. “Zevulon! Zevulon Veers! ZEVULON WHERE ARE YOU!!!?!!!” His hand wasn’t in hers, and she couldn’t feel him inside her.

“NO! NO! NO! ZEV!” She panicked, tears streaming down her face into the snow.


“SCRAP ME, CRUSH ME, RIP ME, SHOOT ME, VAPE ME, JUST END ME ALREADY!! ZZZEEEEVVVV!!!” She figured she’d blow herself up. She started to open her fuel up and her reactors up to set herself off then for some reason looked up at the ion Walker.


Hehehehe, cliffhanger.

So anyone else excited for this?  I am, this whole year is like nostalgia and it’s fucking great! Oh and a few funnies:

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12 Responses to “AT-AT Fan Fiction Pt.1”
  1. Wolvs says:

    I can’t wait for the next part! And please say that Zev is alive and why a cliffhanger?!

  2. Gingyflame says:

    Second part is up! Cliffhanger, because fuck conventional stopping points and dramatic exits! Idk if yall can see but the Stormtrooper picture says: REGRETS Those were the droids you were looking for

  3. Theunknownjester says:

    Damn that was a good read, and really? really? a cliff hanger!? you cruel man you.

  4. Bolo42 says:

    Narrative and clarity of writing broke down a bit near the end.
    Otherwise pretty good.

  5. Gingyflame says:

    Yeah I intentionally did that, for dramatic effect. Both to Bolo and Jester.

  6. DELTA X3 says:

    Reading this made me boot up Battlefront II again, ha good times. The star wars thing is a different direction from the norm but I’m not complaining, some of the vehicles from the films were pretty cool but, I never really thought of them this way. I’m no star wars buff but if I remember the General right I thought that guy was a bad ass but I’ve always liked the Empire.

    I had forgotten how cool the Walkers were until this and with this “Oh yes! A lot of fun! It’s so good, crushing things. It feels so empowering, feeling everything beneath you crumble and give in to you!” it sounds like she’s got a little bit of Empire still in her. Made me think of this pic

  7. Gingyflame says:

    Fuck yeah, brother! Battlefront II! I love that game, I loved it so much that’s all I played, at all, for six years, straight. It lost its luster for me and all that, but recently with the Battlefront III trailer out it reset my addiction! I’m still kickass at that game. If you prefer first person switch back to Battlefront I, and you’ll see the cockpits of the walkers, gunships, and all that fun! (I warn you of the chicken Walker animation! It’s very realistic!) Commander Veers at the time of Hoth was a badass, only downside was he forced his son into the Inperial academy to make his dead wife proud. Zevulon didn’t like it or being judged by all in comparison of his father. But if you google at-at and go to Wookipedia you’ll be overwhelmed by info on them, and it’s got a link to Veers, and from there his son, I suggest it because it’s intriguing and thought provocative.

  8. Gingyflame says:

    And on another note general Veers had a very bad life, he didn’t start good, his wife died, he lost his legs at the end of Hoth, he was put down post-Endor because he knew Vader, and his son disowned him. To make matters worse he was demoted to captain on no grounds and sent on a suicide mission under incompetent leadership where he perished. You can’t help but feel sorry for him.

  9. DELTA X3 says:

    This is like off-screen cannon? My star wars knowledge extends little farther than what’s on the movies.

  10. Norean says:

    Not like it matters anyway Delta. Disney has done away with the last thirty years of off screen canon.

  11. clog says:

    i guess he got Bill Cosbyed

  12. Kcidical says:

    ” Zev started to put two and carrot together” im fucking dying holy shit

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