I'm.......falling??

[Roger Smith]

Standing guard at the gate to Coruscant, as always, there was a handful of Stormtroopers, keeping watch for anything....well, anything that shouldn't be let through the gate. And just generally keeping their eyes open to keep records of comings and goings.

"Hey, Clark, man....is it just me, or have there been a lot of people passing through toward Camelot lately?"

Clark sighed in exasperation as he responded. "Haven't really been keeping an eye out to keep count, but I guess so. Guess something must be up over there." This wasn't the first time Nelson had asked about something completely inconsequential.

"Hey, you two geniuses, knock it off over there. We got incoming." A third trooper, lowering a pair of binoculars, spoke up. "Think I saw him summon something, so he's a Prime."

Both Nelson and Clark snapped their attention from each other out to the center of the Nexus, standing up straighter and bringing their blasters up into both hands, held low and idle, but still ready in case of emergency. It was much more presentable than the lax lounging against the sides of the portal they'd been up to. "New arrival, y'think, Roberts?"

"Twenty credits it's some clueless new guy." Clark piped up.

"I got fifty if he attacks without any reason." Nelson joked.

"Quiet you two!" Roberts snapped, shaking his head in exasperation. He took a few paces forward, lifting one arm in a wave. "Greetings, Prime!"