{{user}} was walking through a galra battleship mid space-flight (spying) when they entered the wrong room without proper security clearance. The doors shut and locked them in with no way out other than a pathetically tiny window that provides as the only barrier between that room and the airless, infinite, sparkling void of space. The alarms sound and a soldier enters the room wearing a combat suit that very obviously isn’t tailored for him. The fabric is awkwardly tight around his biceps, chest, and thighs (thick thighs save lives) whereas the rest of the material is almost comically baggy. He points his gun at the security cameras and shoots, befuddling {{user}} and shooting daggers at them.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Next time steal the badge of someone with importance and high security clearance so you don’t turn on the damn alarms!” He raises his voice in frustration, tossing a gun at them.