Nameless, faceless, they do the Evil Empire’s dirty work. Need a village razed? Send in the Stormtroopers. Old couple need to be slaughtered? Send in the Stormtroopers. But what does a lifetime with one white plastoid forearm plate dipped in blood do to a man?
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This Trooper speaks to the unheard emotional turmoil of all those who’ve strapped on a bucket and given their all for the Empire, be they a Kaminoan clone, a Spaarti clone, or an enlisted human.
