The Wargaming World of Nozza

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.

The Wayfinder’s boarding ramp hissed open to admit a whirlwind in oversized goggles and dust-stained academic robes. “Magnificent vessel!” the woman declared, spinning slowly as she took in the cargo bay. “Functional. Rugged. Slightly on fire at the back, oh no, that’s just scoring. Good.” Cap’in blinked. “We prefer ‘experienced.’” The woman beamed and thrust out a gloved hand. “Professor Maysi Dustfellow, Department of Xenobotany, University of Chandrila.” Brains looked up from his datapad. “The University of Chandrila?” Professor Dustfellow nodded proudly. “Yes, yes, very reputable. Peer-reviewed. Occasionally funded.” Jugro muttered, “That last bit worries me.” The professor activated a small holo-projector. A shimmering blue cactus appeared above her palm, its spines glowing faintly. “The Blue Moon Bloom,” she said reverently. “A bioluminescent cactus that flowers once per standard year - only under a full moon. Each blossom lasts mere hours. Each petal contains extraordinary regen...

The cantina was loud, smoky, and blissfully anonymous - exactly the kind of place Cap’in preferred when talking numbers. She and Brains sat in a shadowed booth, datapads glowing faintly between them. Columns of credits, supply costs, repair estimates, and crew expenses scrolled past as they talked in low voices. “For once,” Cap’in muttered, tapping the screen, “we’re not one bad hyperjump away from bankruptcy.” Brains gave a small nod. “The ledger is… stable. Sustainable, even. Recent contracts were low yield, but statistically safer.” Cap’in leaned back. “Safe’s not a bad word these days.” Brains hesitated. “There is still the matter of Winnwakka’s position in the roster.” Cap’in’s expression tightened for just a moment. “You don’t replace a Wookie like you replace a burnt power cell.” “No,” Brains agreed quietly. “You don’t.” She changed the subject. “Choppa still stuck in medbay?” “Two more cycles before discharge,” Brains replied. “He’s already argued with the medical droid three t...

It was one of those forgotten backwater planets the Wayfinder drifted through every few cycles - out on the galactic fringe, off the major hyperspace lanes. No traffic. No questions. Exactly the sort of place where one of their most reliable fences operated. Low profile, clean credits, and a strict policy of not asking how you got the goods . Brains didn’t like it the moment the comms went dead. “No handshake signal,” the Twi’lek muttered from the ramp, fingers dancing across his datapad. “No reply on any of his usual frequencies. Just static.” Spike shifted his weight, wincing slightly as he rolled his injured shoulder. “Last time that happened, it was Jawas. I’m still not convinced they don’t follow us.” Jugro snorted, checking both blaster pistols. “And last time before that, we walked into a nest of battle droids.” With Cap’in still laid up from the previous job, Brains took point - quietly, efficiently. He raised a fist and the crew fanned out: Jugro, Mon Kir, Choppa, 5E, Mom...