Starter for @mirumbellatrix
It felt like they’d been on this planet forever searching. As soon as they found the next lead a group of them were off to the next planet to continue searching for the rebels. He’d been split from two other troopers to follow down an ally and inspect and places of refuge along the way. He patrolled down a ways until he came to a small hole in the wall resting establishment. There was music coming from within and the sound of people conversing with one another. Having his orders, he went inside.
The trooper was used to getting looks from people when he came in anywhere. An acknowledgement of the First Orders presence was necessary and important to the mission. He began standard procedure. First he started by patrolling around on side of the bar. He let people go on about their business, only stopping ever so often to ask if they had seen anyone with the resistance. He mostly got no’s from those questions but he wasn’t expecting that people would turn over information regardless. It was to send a clear message and keep the heat on the rebellion.
He turned around to another set of booths and tables only to see a flash of blurred images in his mind. For a moment he was standing there in an empty bar only to find himself back among the crowd. A dull ache was left. It was just enough to remind him of how much panic this would cause him not on patrol, let alone on patrol. The trooper shook it off and tried to pull himself together. Just ask another person.
FN-2437 stepped up to the next table behind a woman sitting. He came to her side and stopped to face her. “We’re looking for fugitives. Do you-....” He cut himself off through his procedural message as a familiar feeling got caught up with whatever else was happening to him. “I’ve seen you before.” He noted and lifted his weapon slightly at the middle of his waist. He wasn’t doing it to draw a lot of attention, just her attention.
“Produce identification.”
