The Emperor Is Gone, The Scouts Remain!

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These Imperial Remnant Scout Troopers were 3D printed by OttsWorkshop and purchased through Etsy. Inspired by the Scout Troopers seen serving with the fractured remains of the Empire in series such as The Mandalorian and Ahsoka, these miniatures capture the distinctive look of the Empire's reconnaissance forces long after the fall of Palpatine's regime. The prints are clean and well detailed, featuring the familiar lightweight armour and iconic Scout Trooper helmets that have made these troops fan favourites since their debut in Return of the Jedi. They make an excellent addition to any Star Wars collection, whether used as Imperial Remnant forces, backwater garrison troops, or fast-moving scouts supporting larger Imperial formations on the tabletop.




Location: Southampton, UK

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