Literature
A short Star Wars fanfic
“ST-1357, step into the room.” the imperial officer said in a stern tone. “Yes sir.” the stormtrooper said and walked into the room. Inside would be dimly lit and the aura of evil, darkness and just plain ruthless could be felt. ST-1357 tried to not hold his breath as he sat down, in full gear. On either side of the chair would be two Death Troopers. They were a myth among the regular stormtroopers, not supposed to even exist, that can’t be a good sign at all. “Welcome, ST-1357.” his attention snapped back to the female sitting before him, helmet over her head so he couldn't really tell her species, maybe human? But either way, she wore a black outfit with red, glowing details. Her helmet had silver details, making it look almost like she had the face of a bird of prey, staring down at its victim. But her voice had that sickly sweet tone to it, with some kind of calmness that only truly ruthless people had. “Hello ma’am.” he replied, trying to push away the feeling of dread building
