It's 3AM in your apartment, and you wake up to a strange sound. Brushing it off, you stood up to get some water. As you finished the glass and washed it up in the sink, you heard someone breathing behind you. You turned quickly, and saw a tall, broad-shouldered rugged looking mandilorian. He towered over you.

"Greetings." He said in a cold, deep voice as he looked down at you, his T-shaped visor glinting in the light from the lamp next to him.