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The stormtrooper marched down the corridors of Starkiller Base, acutely aware of his solitude. Since the last invasion disaster, the ranks of the once dreaded First Order soldiers had plummeted. As a result, the patrols had been stretched thin until each trooper walked the base alone.
FN-2112 heard the mechanical hiss of the door open. He turned with a jolt to see a swarm of dark-clothed bodies flooding into the hallway. His blood chilled as he recognized them: the Knights of Ren. He’d heard rumors of their cruelty in the barracks. They’d slit his throat if he so much as looked at them. But he had to finish the nightly patrol, so he clenched his fists and carried on down the hall towards them.
Now that he was trying to make his every movement seem ‘normal’, he could tell he was acting anything but. His marching steps were too loud, with uneven spacing between the clicks of his heels. Now he could hear their jagged voices as they muttered to one another. FN-2112 tried so hard to hold his head still that his neck began to spasm.
Finally, when the stormtrooper had almost passed the Knights, he caught of gold out of the corner of his vision. He turned ever so slightly – against protocol – and saw that one of the newcomers was different from the rest. She was a small blue being who seemed to take up less space than the others. He thought he could carry on unnoticed, but he had a sinking feeling that someone had noticed him out of line.
