Todd Miller, Mustache Man
The first new troops had landed, shuttles providing another platoon of soldiers to the front as the push towards Echo Base had been a slow crawl over the bodies of fallen predecessors. The officer hesitantly making his way down the ramp as the stray blaster bolt would hit the hull and even the ramp itself, the snowtroopers easily making their way down, not even caring for the fire, much unlike the worried officer who kept peeking around the snowy fields as if trying to spot a killer chasing him.

"Um, yes, right." He stated, more so talking to himself rather than anyone else, while the snowtroopers lined up as rank and file. "Uh, quick, make haste! We'll assault their positions with the next wave!" He openly stated as the troops stayed resoundingly unresponsive to his awkwardness and cowardly behavior. "Uh, take cover and, wait until the next wave of reinforcements arrive!" He stated, not quite aware of his position as reinforcements. Everyone scattered around and took cover quietly, waiting for the next shuttle to arrive.

Howard David Hughes, Rebel Extraordinaire

"Ha, got another one!"

The sniping duo had maintained their position quite exposed in an open field, Howard and Louis, the two hadn't known each other for long but it didn't quite matter, they just worked well enough to perform support for the defending elements outside of Echo Base. They had made it their game, a tally of stormtroopers shot while the battle raged on. It provided some friendly competition to the moment, to distract them from the dangers of hasty evacuation, only for a while.

Hector had begun to rise up from his position, using the stock of his rifle and firmly planting it into the snow to support him getting up onto his right knee. "Say we fall back and-" Louis had just began to say...right before a bolt cut through his chest.

Howard didn't even need to say a word. He checked the body with an acknowledgement that there was little to be done- no life signs, no chance of bringing him back. He grabbed some of the ammo off of his once-living friend and retreated towards the base as fast as he could, trying not to think much of it.

Jim swept up some dirt, as he cleaned up the Death Star.

On the recently built Death Star...

The long halls and their darkly colored tiles shined with the reflection of an officer, hastily walking as the florescent lights remained bright. He came to an abrupt halt right by the Janitor, tapping him on the shoulder and handing him a paper. "Janitor...Uh, Jim? You've been reassigned to the...to..." he then began to struggle desperately, as if being forced to say the rest "...thanks to your valiant service to the Empire. You've been reassigned to the Executor Star Dreadnought in the Hoth system as the shipboard janitor. I look forward to your...future service."

He then left as abruptly as he appeared, nothing but the sound of marching boots echoing through the metal halls.

@MetalWeight

Jim being a crotchety old fart had to put on a pair of round spectacles as he purses his lips like an old woman, his grip on the paper shaking "Eh? Dreadnought ye say. Hooey! Sound like a biggun, this old dog'll make sure she'll be spotless!" he slapped his knee and danced from leg to leg. He...Doesn't exactly have all his marbles.

But dammit is he a good janitor.