Project Boussh: TIE Pilots Are People Too
by Brad Corletti

"So," Davin Porsek asked as he seated himself at their table. "What do
you think of this Defel guy?"

Talus Hend took another gulp of the drink the locals called 'beer'. It
tasted foul, but that wasn't the important thing. The important thing
was that it was alcoholic. Sure, they had a mission tomorrow, but a
good night's sleep ought to take care of the alcohol.

"Well, he did give us the night off." Talus pointed out. "And he seems
to know what he's doing."

"He also seems full of shit," Gorg Peterson said, punctuating his
sentence by slamming his drink on the table. He rocked slightly.

"I heard some of the stormtroopers talking. Said they recovered him
from the wreckage of a B-wing, and he had a woman with him." Darb
Rendus said in hushed tones.

"A B-wing? Wow. Where the hell did he get that?" Davin asked.

"Dunno. Apparently he was shot down by an A-wing," Rendus shrugged.

"He must have stolen it from under their noses. Amazing."

Rendus caught the eye of a blonde dancing on one of the club's
dancefloors. "Uhh, more talk later. Seeya at the briefing, guys." He
winked as he got up and walked over to her. Soon he disappeared into
the crush of bodies.

Talus chuckled. "Hope the kid has fun."

"So you know anything about this guy, boss?" Davin asked.

"Nope." Talus shook his head. "Nothing more than we've been told. But
he checks out. He's a Major in the 'fleet, which means it's our job to
do what he says."

"Screw him," Gorg slurred. "I don't like him."

Talus smiled. "It's not our job to like him."