I hate having to meet with the top brass. A bunch of creepy old men and a Sith Lord. Did I mention I hate conference rooms in star destroyers too? Really for being a “special agent” for the Empire, I’m more of a outdoors type of guy. So here I am, sitting in this cold, gray conference room and the only view I have is of space and the new project, the “Death Star.”

Finally the doors open and in walk in the top brass. Tarkin, Thrawn and his royal creepiness, Lord Vader. They all take their seats. Tarkin cleared his throat, “Commander, let’s hear your idea.” My official rank, it always feels weird to hear it.

I let out a sigh and stand up. “As I was telling Adm. Thrawn in my report, we should look at another approach to find the Rebels. While we have every confidence in Lord Vader’s supernatural abilities, I would like to take a more tactical approach. I want to assemble an elite team of soldiers and agents to clandestinely hunt down the Rebels.”

If Vader could look angry through the mask, he would.