Project Boussh: Is That For Me?
by Brad Corletti

"First, that slimeball of a Terran was fostered on my base by YOUR
department. If I'd had the choice I'd have sooner gone without their
'intelligence information'. Second, and in case you'd forgotten, there
were *two squads* of stormtroopers assigned to the base, and *four*
interceptors. Do you really consider three people sufficient force to
defeat that, no matter how incompetently handled? No, there were
untold hordes of the blaster-equipped Ewoks. The horror..." Brad
shuddered at the memory. "There was no way to defeat that. Not with
the equipment I had available."

Brad looked over the Lieutenant's shoulder. "Three people, you say? I
saw only two when the base was attacked. Two men in black battlegear
were entering the base from the rear. I shot one - only stunned him, I
didn't have time to mess around with the blaster - but the other was
the one that got me in return."

The Lieutenant had been silent throughout this, apparently evaluating
the worth of the intelligence Brad was giving him against the imagined
treason. It was time to play a card.

"And that reminds me, Lieutenant. There is one other thing I'd heard,
but I'd not believed it. But after seeing an attack of
blaster-equipped Ewoks, I'm willing to believe anything. I don't blame
you if you don't believe it, but I swear by the Emperor that it is
true."

"The Rebel intelligence co-ordinator is a Gamorrean." Brad said
nonchalantly as he looked across to the sideboard where the paper bag
- which Brad recognised as carrying the logo of Hungry Jacks - sat.
"Is that for me?"