Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order One Shot

Like a series of dominos, the droves of scrappers dropped their heads to the ground as the stormtrooper patrol made their way through the dimly lit, junk filled corridor. No head fell faster then that of Cal's, although the semi routine checks carried out by the Empire made every heart on Bracca race.

"Contraband inspection." A slim figured, black-clad soldier stepped forward past her wave of footmen and stood, tapping her armoured feet as you and the rest of the scrappers lined up against the hot, metal wall.

"I hate this." Cal spoke quietly as the last of the overall adorned workers placed their hands on the wall and then the whole room fell to silence.

"You all know the situation." She strolled forward with her arms clasped behind her back, the troopers behind her raising their weapons in eagerness of an attack. "We check your quarters and your person, and you hope we do not find anything."

"Luckily we don't have anything to hide." You whispered, making sure to not get smacked with the butt of a rifle for talking out of line. "Remember the Amanin that tried to make off with some scrap a few weeks back?"

"We all remember." The stormtroopers raised their pristine weapons and this time pointed the barrels at your chest. "Please tell me, what happened to that... traitor?" She turned on her heels and crept forward until she stood directly in front of you. Fear froze your chest and rendered you unable to think, talk or move. "More than quick to talk behind my back, I see?" She rose her finely gloved hand and cracked it across your face, as your stinging face was forced to one side, Cal's face contorted into a ball of anger.

"You can't just go around smacking people like that." Cal protested, much to the amusement of the power tripped leader and after some encouragement, the squad of troopers.

"You have been here long enough Cal Kestis, you, all of you are servants of the Empire and shall be treated as such. You will all receive 25% less credits per transaction with the difference going to the Jedi eradication efforts."

"You can't do that to us!" He piped up again, this time swinging his arms around as he spoke, almost unaware of the six durasteel barrels waiting for any reason to put holes in his chest.

"Fifty." She laughed as the rest of the gang moaned and groaned. "Be lucky you're all still in a job." She moved on from Cal with clenched fists, ready to incriminate most of the workers for treasonous acts against the Empire that they had never even committed.

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Written by Aaron.