Chapter 6 Submission

SUBMITTED BY: CM Jamie / SCS-1O / ISD Nemesis / Imperial Navy
HOLONET REGISTRATION: <gulraysjamie@hotmail.com
SUBMITTED ON: 2008.05.16

*Achoo* *ACHOO*
Commander Jamie woke up with startling sneezes.
“Oh what in the name of the Emperor?” I groaned, rolling over to see my datapad. 4.30 hours. “Oh fierfek!.” I lay back for a few seconds then jumped out of bed, scrambling around for my uniform. Ten minutes to get to the bridge of the beloved Nemsy and no anti-pollen tablets either, great. That blasted visiting ISB agent and his bloody flora. I had right mind to shove doughnuts down his throat, but decided that it wasn’t worth getting court martialled for that.
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Gulrays smooths his olive-grey attire as the turbolift reaches the bridge level.
Reaching the rather fatigued looking Line Captain Junon, I performed a crisp salute. Junon gave a rather perfunctory salute back and passed me a dataslide. “Enjoy, Commander”. Fat chance of that I thought, as he waddled off, but gave a smile none the less.

I glanced down at the datapad, having nothing else to do.

New cargo arrived, maintenance on the port hull aft-side complete; turbosteel reinforcements to the weakened section near the secondary command deck; blah, blah, blah all stuff that would turn the freaks in maintenance on, I’m sure, but nothing I was interested in. I scanned the rest of the slide, looking to find a new plan against the so-called “
New Republic”. Surely Grand Admiral Daemon had thought of a glorious and inspiring plan to get us all killed in the name of the Empire. No, no , something about a large order of doughnuts; no, no, Moff Jansen’s new pen collection; the Frigate Tsunami’s crew being transferred to the Nemesis, Commander Jamie to greet, a sighting of…… “WHAT!?” I said, slightly too loudly, the pit crew turning to look at me oddly. Lieutenant Babelfish came up to me.
“Is everything ok, Commander?”
“Yes, yes, don’t worry old bean. We’ll have a drink in the bar at
noon, what what?”
“Sure thing, Commander.”

I actually quite like Lieutenant Babelfish, probably due to her being one of the few females around on my watch. Things could have developed between us, but it’d be very awkward. It would make our positions untenable so I had to settle with drinking with her or the odd innuendo.
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The troop carrier landed, with the new, so-called “Zerek bridge crew”. I always hated these arrivals – best uniforms, officers lining up, either to greet some stuck-up dignitary who had no idea what the Empire of today was suffering, or to welcome/scare brats fresh from the academy. The stormtrooper escort of two lines marched towards the carrier and smartly turned to face centre. I didn’t even know we had this many stormtroopers on duty, never one around when you needed one, no doubt.
As the squad exited the carrier, an over-excited Lieutenant marched enthusiastically towards me. I groaned inside.
“Greetings Lieutenant, pleasant journey I hope?” I said with false inquisitiveness.
“Oh yes, sir, I mean Commander, sir. Pleasure to be here,” the Lieutenant bumbled, whilst I tried to remember his name. Hazey, Hazlenut or something…?
“Likewise to have you here, I’ll show you to your stations.”

The squad marched behind me, in good timing I noticed, all the way through the long corridors of the Nemesis. I was taking them via the long route of course, try and impress the with the grandeur of the Nemsy. My mind wandered, looking forward to the fact it was almost
noon, and time for drinks with Babelfish.
“Wow, she’s so big” I heard one Ensign say in awe, before another one shut them up whispering “I heard Jamie’s a discipline freak, so keep quiet you nerf-herder”.
Jolly good, nothing like having a crew scared of you, tends to make them do what you want. Throw the odd compliment here, the odd scolding there. Carrot and stick, as my old Lieutenant had told me, Carrot and stick.