10-12-2015, 09:11 PM
I let off the gas and glide to the three storm troopers. My hair disheveled from not wearing a helmet. "Err hello, This is the gate to Courscant right? A modern city?", I examine them as I wait from a response. I take in their supposed leader, a tall and awkward one with orange highlights, then the other two, one shorter and more relaxed, the other a medium height and somewhat tensed up. "And did I just hear you two bet on my response to this?" I say with a slight scowl.