Hand pick? Stormtroopers? The very idea was a laugh that she restrained this time. Stormtroopers were the faceless Elite; soldiers once upon a time bred for war as clones and now raised from the finest stock of Academy graduates. Not the best. Not the sons and daughters of Moffs or the rich elite. The best commoners, perhaps. The prestigious few would go on to cushy office positions or become inept admirals and moffs. Stormtroopers were the unlucky saps that got thrown into the fire to survive or burn. Any other situation she would have just hand waved and taken whoever, but standing here now, being able to see their faces, there was a sudden option of choice. So many faces, some fresher than others, all clean shaven and squinting against the unfiltered sunlight.

Still, faces hardly made the man. It was still hardly a choice at all. Instead she probed around, her mind slipping in and out of the surface consciences of the men. So many of them. An entire battalion. She prowled as she inspected until she suddenly went still and pointed to her side. "Bravo Company, Valkyrie Platoon. Helmets on. We are patrolling the city." The troopers responded in kind, saluting again and pulling their plastech masks back over their heads. In similar fashioned she pulled up the scarf she wore from her neck, pulling it into place to cover her lower face and her disturbing scars. It was black, of course, to match her black robes and blue armor plates.

"I know where to start looking." Alexia confided as she stepped back beside her fellow Knight. "I have a contact in the city. He may know something. Keno District isn't far from here. It's right on the edge of the Scar."