"Step aside, you wouldn't want to cause a scene now, would you?" The stormtrooper slung his blaster over his shoulder and peered his head around the entrance to your home. "What do you think?" He turned to his partner. "You don't want this scoundrel to cause a scene?" The other stormtrooper firmly shook his head. "Because there would be consequences for that, terrible consequences whether we find contraband or not." You slowly began to close the door, aware of the piles of contraband weapons hidden quite carelessly in a small cubby underneath the stairs to the upper floor.

"Well gentlemen it has been a lovely visit once again but there really is a lot to be going on with, it's cleaning day today and I don't think you would want to come in while the place is a mess... how embarrassing that would be." You tried to slam the door shut, but the trooper placed his heavy foot in the way and barged through, almost knocking you onto your back. "Hey you can't just run in here, I'm a tax paying citizen I have rights!" The stormtroopers chuckled in unison.

"You are a known contraband smuggler, your rights disappeared when you decided to willingly go against the rule of the Empire. Now stay here while I search the premises, don't try anything funny either, we know your tricks." He held the barrel of hid blaster firmly against your chest as he pushed you into a corner, the other stormtrooper began his thorough search.

"Look fellas, I can save you both a little bit of time. There isn't anything here, but because you've been so kind and have taken the time out of your day to keep this place safe how about I slip you both some credits and we call it a day..."

"Come and take a look at this." The stormtrooper rapped his knuckle along the empty space underneath the stairs, hidden by what was a quite shoddily produced fake wall, he slid his finger closer to the opening... inch by inch he painfully crept forward.

"Hey... is anybody in here?" Their heads spun at a voice calling from the front entrance. "Hello there..." He marched in, hand on his hip and blaster in his hand. "What little troublemakers do we have here then?" He held the pistol out, the end pointed towards the trooper whose gun barrel still held against your torse.

"Hey! Stop right there!" They marched towards him. "Remain where you are and put your weapon slowly down.

"I had another idea." He fired two shots into the trooper's leg in rapid succession and quickly made an exit, followed swiftly by the uninjured trooper "you're welcome!" he called out as he ran off into the town. You reached behind your back and pulled the pistol you had tucked into your belt.

"So... what are we saying?" The trooper glared up at your mercy. "No contraband found, waste of time and we see no reason in ever returning?" Reluctantly the trooper nodded and began to crawl from your home.

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Written by Aaron.