Stormtrooper Dx-50 popped into existence.

"Holy...!" Looking around he found himself in a city that was obviously in some sort of desert, the white stone buildings contrasting sharply against the brown sand that apparently was the pavement here. "Where the hell am I?"

"Force."

"Excuse me?" Turning he found himself face to face with an imperial engineer looking very smart in his black uniform and helmet.

"Where the force are you...it's more star wars." The engineer clarified, instantly switching from a dark gun to something resembling an obscene lighter, instantly terrifying the newborn trooper. "I am DX-23, engineer class, the rebels have taken half of Mos Eisley and it's our goal to take it back, we will go for the command post in the cantina."

"Okay, ignoring that I just teleported into existence, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Force."

"Oh would you..." That's when DX-50 noticed that he was standing in a blue light shining from a small lamp in the floor and forming a projection of an imperial symbol in the air. "Ah! What's this!?" He jumped aside. "It looks dangerous...I might have cancer."

"No you don't. Now that's our command post, we use them to spawn in, and we can also change our class there." The engineer sighed. "Now...are you coming? You're a stormtrooper so you go first, protect your superior and all that."

"I call bullshit."

"Nerf-"

"Stop that!" DX-50 hadn't live long, but he was already finding the whole thing awfully annoying. "Wait, did you say I can change class?"

"Yes..."

Jumping back into the light DX-50 found an odd menu suddenly displayed before him. Not bothering to question it...the place was annoying enough as it was...he pushed the button to a new class. Instantly his stark white armour was changed into a green one, his blaster replaced by an impossible large grenade launcher. "Ha! Who's the superior now huh? Bitch..."

"Well damn." The engineer didn't seem that bothered by it. "Oh well, I'll go first then, die and respawn some other place...away from you."

"Respawn? Now you're just making up words." DX-50 chuckled. "That's no way to talk to a superior officer!"

The engineer shook his head, which apparently meant twisting his entire body left and right. "Fine, whatever, can we go and take the cantina from the rebels now?"

"Why are we fighting over it anyway?"

"What?"

"I mean, don't the rebels know better then to stay hidden with their few numbers rather then attack us openly? As for us...couldn't we just let them all gather here and then bomb the crap out of the place and end the rebellion in one blow? It's not like the empire is a big humanitarian organization bent on protecting the people they're oppressing. And for..."

"Enough!" To DX-50's relief the engineer put away his obscene lighter, turning the far less offensive shotgun of his towards DX-50. "We are going to attack the cantina and any foes there, for we are the empire and we allow no rebellion!"

DX-50 shrugged, which meant aiming far up and then down with his new gun. "Fine, but only because I have the feeling that there's nothing else to do around here."

"That is correct."

"Think we could stop for a drink while we're there?"

"...I hate you."

"Well, maybe not you since there doesn't seem to be a way to drink with that menacing bucket on your head..."

"I truly hate you..."