Your walking along the halls of the Death star for whatever reason you may have. While distracted by its interior you bump into someone’s back, the back of one person in a group of people.

The people, (or robots? You can’t be sure.) looks down on you before asking for information rather than asking if you were okay after bumping your head into straight metal.

“You! State your business here on the death star!”

You just met a group of stormtroopers!

What do you do?