[center]The time before missions was always the most unbearable part for Imperial Heavy Trooper ID-2076. He felt more alive then ever when in the midst of battle, especially when he was bashing in the skull of the force users. Self righteous pricks they were, sitting all day "training", a thing that surprisingly enhanced their force power while every other normal soldier would exhaust him/herself for hours, mentally and physically to even get a little bit stronger, everyday. By killing force users he showed everyone that hard work beats talent, besides the high ego boost he got by proving himself to be stronger than a Jedi. During the time between missions he liked to drink, smoke and hang out with fellow troopers. Betting was also one of his poisons, no matter what the bet was about. 

Although not required, he preferred to keep his armor, minus the helmet, on, even when out of the field. There was something about the weight of it and how it felt that calmed him down. Leaving his private quarters he headed to the cafeteria on that sector of the ship. Finding his usual storm drinking buddies, he got a chair and settled in at the side of the table beside them, immediately hitting it off. The first topic was about the new blonde recruit that just joined in their sector. She was human, blonde and above average looks, a winning combination in their eyes. Now that her name was mentioned, Di realised that he knew her brother, blonde like her, a charming face and most important of all, he owed Di a large sum of credits from a bet.

Drinking, smoking, talking and jokes. Not only an hour had passed when an old clone trooper walked in the cafeteria. Every clone trooper seemed to have a superiority complex, treating all non-clones as inferior. This was ignorable at the start, annoying later on then outright offensive as it continued. Without even thinking Di started:
[color=708090]"A clone trooper walks into a pub and asks the bartender:*Have you seen my brother?* - *Dunno* - the bartender responds - *What does he look like?*"[/color]
The group bursts out laughing, one of them adding:[color=4682B4]"I have a better chance telling apart the hutts than those bald eggheads"[/color]- the laughing intensifying. The clone remains calm, only turning his head once and looking at them like they were worms, not even worth his time. Putting his hip flask in his belt, he got up, cigar in mouth, approached the clone and blew a load of smoke right in his face adding:[color=708090]"Anything to say you dried up shit?"[/color]- in a gruff dead voice.
Just as things were about to get beyond verbal, prince charming with the blonde hair came in the cafeteria, saw Di and swiftly turned back, trailing the path he came from. He had been avoiding Di for over a month now, he couldn't let this chance escape. Looking back at the clone, he turned away with a low grunt flicking his almost finished cigar at the copy, barely missing his head and passing by the clone's shoulder instead. If that had hit him square in the head conflict would've been unavoidable. Almost dissapointed Di quickly hurried after Blondie who stumbled a couple of times before half running away. He followed him in no hurry, waving a see-you-later to the group he left behind. Just as he got out, he saw the guy enter the restroom at the end of the hall. Cracking his knuckles, Di entered after him..[/center]