"Let me in..."
The heavily armed soldier just looked at me from head to foot and shook his head angrily, "No, civilians are not allowed inside. If you want to join the festivities, please head to your respective district and enjoy the celebratory feast the empire has given to its citizens."
I took a step forward as several soldiers in patrol saw me and proceed to provide back up to their comrade, "And I said let me in, soldier."
"Civilians are not allowed inside."
I want to kick myself now in the shin for foregoing the car and just arriving in front of the seat of the imperial power wearing only black ripped pants, a same-colored hoodie, and rubber shoes.
Thanks to my punk mother, my casual clothes are composed of nothing but her personal picks, so I look
