Taggur had always obeyed the law.  It was the only thing, he felt, that kept the city of New Hadax from collapsing into ruins.  Oh, it wouldn't be like the broken structures still peaking up from Old Hadax.  That rubble was left over from an earth quake a thousand years ago, and was now a tourist attraction.  No, Taggur envisioned the population going mad with looting and killing and generally blowing stuff up.
  That's why he had joined with the Imperial Storm Troopers.
  They kept the peace on Kalway.  It was a very busy planet.  The Empire had made it a major hub for their starfleet, so there was always lots of activity.  There was lots of opportunity to make an honest living, yet so many still persisted in breaking the law to get ahead.
  "He's not coming out, captain," commented Kredd, Taggur's long time sergeant.
  Take this current situation.  Here was a high powered executive of the number one supplier of TIE fighter wings.  With the current war raging against the upstart rebellion, he'd be swimming in credits.  But it wasn't enough.  Allegedly he was overcharging the emperor and pocketing the profits.  When investigators tried to question him about it, he shot them!  Where did he think he was?  Tattooine?  Now this guy had taken staff as hostages and was holed up in the assembly plant's main office building.
  "Hand me that communicator, Kredd," replied captain Taggur.  He reached over and accepted the device from his sergeant.  Depressing the talk button, he said, "Nallo, Beven, what do you see?"
  Beven's voice came through the speaker.  "We can't take the shot, captain.  It looks like he's holding a thermal detonator.  If we kill him, it goes off and everybody inside dies."
  Taggur thumped his empty fist against his leg in frustration.  Where did this guy get such a thing?  "Stay alert," he responded, "An opportunity may present itself."
  "Aye sir."
  Kredd looked at Taggur warily.  The captain wished he knew how Kredd managed to show emotion through the standard helmet that completely obscured his face, but somehow those black glass eyes conveyed his worry.
  "Don't worry, old friend.  We'll get them out," assured Taggur.

  "Captain!"
  Taggur turned to look behind him and saw the newest member of his squad strolling towards his position.  The Storm Trooper Strut, they called it.  Fresh recruits always walked full of self-importance, as if the galaxy was theirs for the taking.  It took a few fire fights to knock that out of them.  "What is it, Staffel?"
  "HQ radioed in," explained Staffel, "Commander Hastings wants us back at base.  We need to clean up this mess now."
  Taggur cocked his head slightly.  "Pardon me?"
  "Uh, his words, sir.  Not mine," back pedaled Staffel.
  The captain looked from his rookie to his seasoned sergeant.  One of the hostages was Kredd's daughter, Uyula.  He couldn't just shoot the mad executive and hope it wasn't a live thermal detonator in the man's hand.  They couldn't rush the office.  He needed another alternative, and fast.  Commander Hastings had no patience.