The shuttle trembled. The lights flickered. And the stormtroopers swayed back and forth.
One stormtrooper, a soldier named FN-3043, coughed.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
The other stormtroopers remained silent. He cocked his head.
“Did anybody hear me?”
Another trooper, FN-1217, sighed. “Yes, we heard you Double-Three.”
“Then can someone answer my question?” he said.
A stormtrooper standing in the front, one of higher rank judging from the black shoulder pauldron he wore, turned around.
“We’re going to a planet named Naboo. Does that satisfy you?”
Murmuring rippled throughout the ship.
One stormtrooper named FN-2358 spoke. “Why are we going to Naboo? Aren’t they allies with the First Order?”
The black-pauldron trooper stiffened. “Our orders are clear. And that’s all you need to know.”
When he turned back around the stormtroopers shared wary glances.
FN-3043 muttered under his breath, “I have a bad feeling about this.”