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Holiday Special

Wedge grabbed Foley by the uniform and spun him around. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

Foley dropped his bucket and some sort of viscous, sticky substance spilled across the floor slowly. "Sir, I was just..."

"You were putting some of whatever this crap is on my Star Destroyer's walls, that's what you were doing!"

"Sir, it's only caramel!" Foley avoided eye contact.

"Caramel?!? What in the... Wait, don't tell me. You think it's 'festive' or something," Wedge was unhappy. Really unhappy.

"Sir, it's the holiday season..."

"Holiday season or not, we do *not* make our Star Destroyer into a giant piece of candy!"

"But sir..."

"Don't 'but sir' me, I want you to clean all of this off, personally. And don't lick it, for Sith's sake, you don't want to know what people have on their hands when they touch the walls." Wedge was serious about that.

"Yes, sir." Foley looked dejected.

"Cheer up, Foley. It's still the holidays. At least I didn't cancel them. Someone like Calder is not as forgiving as I am."

Foley wandered off, looking for a storage closet to get some cleaning supplies.

La Forge was unwrapping his presents in the sandbox, and aside from the gifts of extra sand, a plastic pail and shovel, and a few model ISDs for his desk, he had received a couple of exceptional presents.

From Admiral Fel, the Gungan of the Year award. Hardly what he wanted to win, but that's what happened. He made a mental note to pin all future failures on subordinates. Credit travels up, blame travels down - it's the rules.

Even Calder had left him a gift. A ceremonial dueling sword. Calder had quite a few of them. Admiral Fel didn't know it, but Calder had included a note about its uses for decapitating Admirals. La Forge hoped it was a joke.

Well, in any event, La Forge would be joining up with the celebration. There was going to be a tree, and more gift giving. And then probably a bunch of partying. It was good to be a captain on Christmas - he didn't have to work the bridge.

And being the captain meant he didn't cancel Christmas. New Years was of course still on, barring any antics from his first officer...

Admiral Fel finished the paperwork on his desk for this evening. It was a holiday after all, and he might as well enjoy himself in the HC lounge with General Jansen, Jagged Fel, and the like.

He finished the memo humorously entitled "Imperial Navy Intruder Alert!", and sent it off, on his way to the festivities.

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