“It’s because we were born in the storm,” Commander 110 said from the doorway. And then, because 110 always gotta say everything twice, the second time wistfully: “Born in the storm.” I can’t lie, though: He looked impressive standing there in his full body armor, helmet off, backlit by the twin Tatooine suns, his shadow thrown long across the barracks floor. “Ay,” Crag said. “The storm of history. As the galaxy transitioned from chaos to order, our regiment was created to maintain that order.”
