A stormtrooper leans against the wall almost relaxedly, but somewhat jittery motions give her away as being either scared (for a stormtrooper unlikely), or too excited.
"JG-0482, Caiteriona. And, well, I'm quite ready to do this op."
Jevan snorts.
"How many missions have you gone on, Cait? I've been on a few. Each one had someone who was so certain they were ready. He was usually one of the first to get killed or maimed."
"0219." Said another trooper, helmet on, standing at ease with his blaster rifle in his hands. "...Apparently we're on pest control?"
"Mammalian bug hunt from the sound of it. Another thing I can cross off of my inverse bucket list."
"...Natives." 2786 let out a snort of derision. "I miss the days of the challenging battles. The wars twenty years ago. Stamping out the rebel forces when that was just beginning. The best I can say for these creatures is that they'll make good target practice until we get a better assignment." He put his helmet on and stood, picking up his sniper rifle. "How long do you think it will be until the lieutenant arrives?"
"Two things you won't regret waiting for: A more dangerous mission, and the CO. Incidentally, I give you two, three days before the target practice turns the table on you. Tempting fate and all that."