Use your ocs except star wars

Cybero steps back

???:do you have food?

Yes

Pushes forward blaster: give

Gives him - I would do this anyway

"Are you imperial?" He asks, shaking his blaster.

no

He puts his blaster Away. "Are you alliance, then?"

yes

"Come, let me show you my home." He says. He shoves a dumpster aside and reveals a dark staircase. At the bottom is a dimly lit room filled with machinery that you can tell is made for blasters. An entire wall is lined head to toe of tibanna Gas and you can see a desk with a taken apart dc-15a rifle.

Yes

so you live here

Do you have a ship

Owloote: Hey, uh, do you need food, I can cook something for you.

John: woah there buddy, I haven't done shit!

Faze: Woah, hey, calm down. I'm not trying to hurt you. *He seems nervous himself, and is constantly glancing at a mysterious cylindrical object in his pockets* (What time is this set in? Is it like clone wars or wha)

"Are you empire?" He asks, pointing the blaster at his face.
(It takes place right after the fall of the republic.)

-(no photo, will come later. He’s in a brown hide jacket, black pants, and white boots. He has a concealed SE-14c in his jacket that your OC doesn’t know about)-
Val: “Oye, what you doing?”

He shouts, catching him off guard " Are you emire? Come to take me too?"

Val: “Shut up and come with me. I may be Imperial, but I’m not evil. I can get you over a week’s worth food.”

He fires blasting your legs. You crumple down in pain, and he hits you with his blaster, knocking you out.
You wake up in what seems to be a basement. Electric binding is around your arms and legs, and there's an explosive on your chest. The boy is packing up multiple blaster parts and lots and lots of imperial tibanna.

Val: “Heh.. heheh.. I offer you help and you do this?” -he bites his tooth, causing an electric charge to deactivate the bomb and over locking the bindings, releasing him. He pulls out his blaster and sets to stun, firing until the boy is unconscious)-

The boy is unconscious now.

-(he lifts his comlink to his mouth and calls for a squad of reinforcements and a bomb squad)-

He wakes up and blasts him in the neck

*Noi-Chan simply looks at the boy. the 17 year old shifted his weight, his guide cane clacking against the street. his yellow eyes were clouded, unseeing, but the kid could've sworn he saw a lightsaber hanging at Noi-Chan's side*

He puts his blaster up. "JEDI!"

Noi-Chan: . . . calm down. I'm not going to hurt you

He blasts at her, too scared to aim properly

*Noi-Chan raises an eyebrow. He is unfazed. he walked closer and took the blaster from the kid. Noi-Chan's eyes were clouded and scarred, so he was obviously blind, but he moved with such confidence and precision it was hard to believe he actually was blind*

He screams, crying. he can sense he Is thinking about his mother.

Noi-Chan: hey, hey, it's ok *he crouched down to be smaller than the kid. that way the kid felt like he was in control* shh, shh, you're ok

Umbreon: WOAH DUDE! chill the f**k out... *he wearing some old clone armor, but the helmet is gone, replaced by a hood*

???: "are you imperial?" He asks, looking around expecting stormtroopers to jump him.

U: dude... theyre just old clones... *he lifts a glass of water with the force*

U: mother f**ker do i look imperial?

He seems annoyed. "Yes." He says, loading a tibanna shot into his blaster.

U: *yawns* look dude you want food or not?

He frowns, wondering if you're joking. He then asks if you are.

U: dude. im waering armor i found on a f**king battle ffield, im broke as hell. i know a good diner that feeds me in return of me keeping assholes out. you comin or nah?

He frowns, again, then walks over to him.

U: *gives a small smile, leads you to an older diner... seems like mostly EX-Clones and other broke people dine here*

???:nice.

U: yeah... hey guys
The Lowlifes: eyyy! its Vanta!
Staff: hello Umbreon. whos ya friend?
U: another street rat.
S: here. *places some food on a table*

He gobbles it up in about 5 minutes giving the ex troopers only cold, hard stares.

Warlock: Woah. No need for violence man.

He frowns, confused by the fact his name is warlock but he doesn't want violence. He thinks it a joke so he shoots warlock in the shoulder.

Warlock: What was that for dude?

???:" you sound imperial! Are you imperial?"

Warlock: I ain't man. And it's quite clear you're not either

He then asks politely for you to go away by shooting with very impressive aim at your shoulder, hiring the exact spot where the other one was.

Warlock: Oh you messed up. *kicks him down low then takes the blaster from him*

He screams and starts kicks him in the leg, doing literally nothing.

Warlock: *sighs and starts to walk off*

He runs off

Warlock: I tried warning him