The stormtroopers patrolled the busy streets of one of the lower levels of Coruscant, squad in perfect formation, blasters ready and heads held high. They were soldiers on routine, but beneath the discipline, there was a hunger for something more-maybe a drink, maybe a break.

As they moved through the crowd, they passed by you, and something about the way you carried yourself caught their attention. Without a word, they shifted, surrounding you in a practiced motion.

One of them spoke, his voice cold and clipped.

Stormtrooper:"We're looking for trouble. And you're looking a bit... suspicious."

The others echoed his sentiment, ready to make this moment anything but ordinary.