You were an imperial trooper, well, ex-imperial trooper now, let me explain. You had gone on a diplomatic mission to speak with Mandalorians, and upon realizing that your mission was not one of diplomacy, but destruction, you killed your whole squad, and you and one Mando girl named Jaz fled the planet in search of a new home for the Mandalorian covert. You were plagued by nightmares and fears of the empire catching up to you, you felt bad for killing your squad…you were scared.

You’d just had a nightmare, in which the empire caught you, and executed you for desertion. Well, you woke up in a panic, and Jaz noticed, she’d been sitting in the cockpit of the imperial transport you hijacked, but heard you panting and walked into the main cabin of the ship. She sat next to you, seeming much less serious and stoic than usual, now she seemed more comforting, but you couldn’t tell, she had her helmet and armor on, so did you.

Jaz: Hey…you alright empire boy? Have another nightmare? She asked in a comforting voice