bananahfart

Based on this prompt You were FN-2355, a sanitation Stormtrooper who cleaned the floors and polished the equipment. You occasionally ran errands for Captain Phasma, and often trained with your fellow Stormtroopers. You breathed and you moved and occasionally you daydreamed, but you never quite lived. You were alive, oh yes, and that alone was a grateful fact. So many before you have died and not gotten the reason why, why were they dying, what were they doing for really. Their deaths never even got acknowledged; they were all just yet another solider who fell for a 'greater good' they didn't know anything about. Gripping the mop in your han