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Please enjoy this fiction from AD Miles
Prower. It’s a true story, though…
Major Trouble
A
recollection by Admiral Pete Mitchell
Confirmed
by Admiral Miles Prower
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25 ABY
ATR Nail-1
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M/PLT Daedalus was long gone now and
secretly Major Pete “Tex†Mitchell felt happy that
he was done with refresher training. After two years on half-pay as a reserve
officer, he was done with wiping grease and banging dents out of starships in
the Outer Rim. Come to think of it, that was what he was doing before even
joining the New Imperial Navy. He looked down at his data slate and looked
over his new orders. To be back in the seat of a TIE Defender once again,
flying as pilot 3-2 in Kappa Squadron aboard the ISDII Warrior. The Defender
was a highly capable multi-role starfighter and a
squadron fielding them stood out as one of the elites. He switched his slate
over to the local system map which was charting their approach.
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Little did he know though, strings were
pulled at the Daedalus to get his goat. Had Major Mitchell paid more
attention to the order of battle, he would have realized that he was meant to
board a Delta-class Dx9 Stormtrooper Transport, TRN
Odyssey-1 as Odyssey Squadron handled transport duties for the Warrior.
Nail-1 belonged to ISDII Hammer. Booze and credits may or may not have been
exchanged between Commander Drake Starfire of Epsilon Squadron and the duty
officer handling transportation so that Mitchell would be directed onto Nail-1.
His slate was also doctored to where the Hammer’s ID line read for the
Warrior with its combat space patrol craft IDs also matching up with Warrior
squadron craft. Pete leaned back and started to zone out as the transport
moved closer and closer to the Hammer.
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ISDII Hammer Hangar Bay
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           “Hey, wake up.†A baby-faced
pilot with short brown hair wearing a pilot’s suit could be heard in Pete’s
left ear. Then he felt his shoulder being pushed on. Pete snapped awake and
looked bleary eyed over at the pilot, focusing on his rank insignia. Then he
narrowed his eyes.
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           “You mean ‘wake up Major, sir’.â€
Pete groaned, leaning forward.
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           “I’m your flight leader.†The
pilot said quietly, causing Pete to ruefully pucker his lips. Not even off
the transport and I’ve already got off on the wrong foot. What was this guy’s
name? His memory started to roll back. “Sorry, you’re Commander Leocadio?â€
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              “Yes indeed, Major. I hope you
don’t mind me fetching you. We’re restricted for the rest of our stay in the
system You’re to report to the commodore sharply. Admiral’s a tough cookie
when he’s mad. He's madder now than l ever seen him.â€
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              “What in particular did this?â€
Pete asked, standing up.
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              “Well a little while ago,
eight other squadron members broke into the home of the old Phare system moff. Starting
throwing things through a plate-glass living room window.†The commander
drawled. “We found some of the things on the lawn, large globe, small love seat,
a lot of books. We also found a stormtrooper who
was unconscious at the time. He claims they threw him too.â€
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              “Through the window?†Pete
asked.
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              “That’s right.†The commander
confirmed. “It seems he took them there for a little joke, he didn’t tell
them it was the old system moff’s house. He told
them it was a-uh, well what we call in Frigg a-â€
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              “Yeah we call it the same
thing at Coruscant.†Pete stepped out into the
aisle with his space bag.
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     “Well that’s about all
Major, if it makes you feel any better, Admiral Eode says this is the worst
ship he’s ever seen in his entire naval career. Once you get there, piece of
advice, don’t let his flag aide give you any guff. He’s a tall vulpinoid, goes around in an admiral’s uniform even
though he’s just a lieutenant†The commander said, saluting.
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              Pete returned the salute and
started to step off and out from the transport. Once he was out of earshot,
Commander Hav Antiel activated his comm link after
rubbing his hands together. “The goose is in the oven.†He signaled
cryptically.
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Commodore’s Office
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           Pete made his way through the
vast Imperial Star Destroyer up to the commodore’s office. Oddly enough he
found the desk where the flag aide sat empty. Walking up to the door, he
knocked sharply and smelled something odd, it smelled like something burning.
He knocked again and heard a coughing sound, followed by the stereotypical
stiff upper-lip upper class accent of a career Imperial Navy officer.
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           “Enter.†The voice said. Pete
opened the door and stepped into a haze of smoke then saw a tall gold and
white furred vulpinoid sitting behind the desk.
Sure enough as Commander Leocadio said, he was
wearing an admiral’s uniform. He had    Â
a briar root pipe clenched between his teeth as well, smoke wafting
from it that smelled like cherry. Not a bad smell once one got used to it.
Pete crossed his arms.
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           “Well? State your business Major,
I’m rather busy.†The fox said.
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           “The admiral called me here,
Lieutenant. Does he typically let you sit at his desk and smoke in his
office?†Pete asked.
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           “The admiral called you, did he?â€
The fox leaned back and stared at the human. “What is it to you who sits here
and who smokes there?â€
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           “Excuse me?†Pete raised his
eyebrows.
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           “I don’t think I will.†The fox
started to rise to his feet, slowly striding around his desk. “I didn’t call
anyone in here, especially not some hot dog. What are you even doing on my
ship? You’re from Kappa Squadron.â€
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           “Your ship?†Pete blinked as the
fox leaned in.
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           “Yes, my ship.†The fox rumbled.
Pete looked at his uniform carefully, then looked the fox in the eye.
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           “Commander Leocadio
said you were the flag aide.†Pete murmured. “I saw him on the transport when
I arrived, he told me to come here.â€
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           “Commander Leocadio
told you to see me? And he’s here?†The fox asked, raising his ears. “That
wouldn’t be possible.â€
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           “How do you mean?†Pete blinked,
the gears starting to finally turn.
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           “Because Commander Leocadio is assigned to the Warrior.â€
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           “But this is the Warrior.†Pete
stammered.
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           “Major,†The fox slowly plucked
the pipe out from his mouth. “This ship is a working ship, I can assure you
for the years I’ve ran Epsilon Squadron and the few months I’ve been in
command, this is definitely not the Warrior.â€
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           “Then you’re not Rear Admiral
Eode?†Pete asked, his mouth starting to run dry.
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           The fox started to take another
drag from his pipe, puffing on it while an unsettling calm and silence fell
over the room. Pete looked up at the fox nervously as he considered the many
sharp, pointed teeth the vulpinoid had. Then he
heard the outer door open. The fox moved over to the door and uttered a low
growl. “You’re on the wrong ship, this is the ISDII Hammer. We’re going to
have to ship you back. I’m not going to have my transports burn fuel, we’re
going to send you back the cheapest way we can, in a torpedo casing.â€
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           Pete took a step back as the door
behind him started to open. Pete turned and saw several pilots in their
suits. Alpha, Beta, Delta and Epsilon. Among the Epsilon pilots was the
commander he spoke to. They all seemed to shake their heads, giving him a
somber look. Then he felt a solid thud in his shoulder, shaking as he heard
the fox chuckle. The other pilots snorted and started to clap their hands,
laughing as well.
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           “Yeah, yeah. Way to go there, hot
dog, stepped onto the wrong ship.†Commander Drake Starfire teased. Hav
Antiel looked him in the eye and chuckled while taking his hand, clapping him
on the back. “Welcome to the Hammer. Come on, we’re taking you to the
cantina.â€
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