The greeting party

Sorry that I've not been posting recently, but I've had leave from base to take a month-long vacation. By the way, Naboo is very nice this time of year. Just sayin'. But now it's back to reality. No sooner did I check back in with the fleet, which had just arrived at the Kessel system, than I was back in action. I didn't even make it to my bunk and the alarms went off- we were under attack from the rag-tag army of the spice mining rock. On the way to the hanger bay I glanced out a viewport and realized that the Kessel army, which was operating out of a base on the small moon, was using pirated fighters. I noticed all variants of TIE's, rebel fighters, private defense craft, and even some ancient V-wings amonst the chaos. It wasn't until I jumped into my fighter- scratch that, what should have been my X-wing- that I realized they had put my baby away for the duration of my vacation. Immediately I seeked out the closest officer and demanded to know where they were storing her. Sargeant Myzic suggested that I check engineering, so that's the first place I went. Low and behold, as soon as run into the engineering bay I see her. Well, at least her wings, but those 6 red stripes and some all-to-familiar battle scars told me that was my ship. Chief engineer Dwenzel met me on the way in with some good news- I had been chosen to test out a new proton torpedo launcher for the fleet. It would hold almost twice the ammo of the old model, and the new targeting software included with it was more automated. All I had to do was rip the tarp off the cockpit and lift her up to the hanger. When my fellow pilots saw me coming they knew the Kessel fleet didn't stand a chance, so naturally I was the next craft cleared to take off. I screamed with glee as my new targeting systems automatically picked out targets and beeped when I could fire a torpedo. It was great!!!! As I was blasting away at a TIE Interceptor with my cannons it was acquiring a modified Cloud Car (don't ask me how they got it to fly out of the atmosphere). One enemy down, another close on it's tail. It went this way for quite a while, with all sorts of decrepit things flying out of the moon base's hanger. And they were so poorly trained that I even saw a few of our fleet's trainee's out there getting target practice in. If I'd have known it would be that easy I coulda went and ate something before coming out to play with them. After almost 30 kills I ran out of proton torpedoes and decided I would fly back to reload. As I landed my CO caled in over the comm and told me to just sit back and watch, for I was taking the practice afrom the greens (that's what I call the trainees). So I went to cafeteria and chose the closest table to the serving counter that had a viewport near it. Mmmm.... chicken...