Kijani poked her head out of hiding once she heard the three troopers drop. “Very well done, gentlemen.” She headed toward toward one of them and started pulling off the distinct white uniforms. Underneath, she was surprised to find a normal looking human. Interesting; it may have been that the man was currently very unconscious, but she didn’t feel afraid at all.

Getting the armor off was not particularly difficult. Getting the armor on, however, was proving challenging. “Let’s see. I just strap this here, and click this here, and- no, it’s falling off again- damn!” Kijani was doing her best to hurry, but had managed a boot and a leg piece so far. “How in the world do  these guys get dressed in the morning?” 

After some much needed assistance, she was all done up in uniform. It was eerie somehow, and wrong, like wearing the skin of her enemies. She knew her parents were watching over her, but hoped  that perhaps they wouldn’t watch too closely at this part. Breathing in the helmet was difficult, and warm. It did leave her with the humorous image of a Stormtrooper steaming up his own visor, however, which made her giggle faintly as they got ready. 

“This fits so awkwardly.” Her breasts, while not particularly large, were still being squashed by the chest plat, and the part with the hips fit far too snugly. The rest of it rattled a little loose. “Well, I hope we don’t run into many others, because I seriously don’t think I’ll fool anyone.” Kijani took a test walk in a circle, feeling the awkward armor shifting and clunking as she did so.