[Please present your identification.] A B-1 battle droid painted entirely white walked over to Koru Vandelron.
Vandelron took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in his heart. "I don't have any identification."
[Please present your identification.] The droid merely repeated itself mechanically.
"I said I don't have any identification! I have nothing on me right now! Get your administrator out here to see me!" Koru Vandelron shouted.
[Please present your identification.] The B-1 battle droid rotated its arm one hundred and eighty degrees and took a stun gun from a slot on its back.
Koru Vandelron was nearly driven mad. He roared at the droid, "I told you, I don't have any! None! With my status, I don't need anything to prove who I am!"
[Roger roger! Proceeding with facial scan.] The B-1 battle droid raised its hand. A facial scanner mounted on its wrist emitted a beam that swept over Koru Vandelron's face from top to bottom. Only then did it step aside and say, [Welcome, Mr. Vandelron. Please proceed.]
After saying that, the droid stopped the attendants behind him and scanned their facial data one by one.
Koru Vandelron continued onward like a walking corpse. The fury in his heart was growing ever fiercer, nearly burning through his reason.
Ahead, he saw a second checkpoint. As he approached, another squad of B-1 battle droids blocked his path. This time, however, the droid clearly pointed at a machine beside it. [Sir, please undergo an iris scan.]
"I've already passed the facial scan, proving that I am who I am! Koru Vandelron! Leader of the Empire's New Order Maintenance Committee!!" Koru Vandelron roared.
[Sir, please undergo an iris scan.] The droid merely repeated itself mechanically.
Koru Vandelron had no choice but to walk over to the scanner. He had to