OOC: 8BBY then? Ok! IC: Unlike in the surface where their face would inspire total fear in the face of their enemies, their appearance in the lower levels of Coruscant was hardly perceived. They were the Stormtroopers. Trej considered the attitude of the natives to this level a bit foolish and a bit a naïve, most people living in this levels were indifferent to the current regime in power, most of them had never listened of the Clone Wars, much less of an Emperor or a Jedi Purge. They would avoid the troopers by instinct, not of necessity and that pleased the troopers to some extent. Unlike Trej who had killed them in selfdefense, had seen the precision of their attacks, the ruthless tactics, and their relentless charges. The Imperial excursion were random events, although most people knew when they were coming, the troopers did not know the paths into the lower levels, and the noise they make upon arrival provides a fair warning. Trej wouldn't move at the site of the troopers, he wouldn't usually attract their attention, and even if he did he knew plenty of ways to escape them. Nonetheless as sosn as he listened to the sound of boots in those dark alleys his hand would grab for the lightsaber that hung within his loose robes, and he desired to reach out to the Force, and shatter them, but in that single second he would have wasted ten years of silent penintence, here, in the darkest parts of the galaxy, waiting for the day where the Jedi should return.