What a day, Wedge thought, Rogue Squadron has never been this bad.
Well, of course he was kidding himself thinking that, but today he did not care. The smallest problem he had met had been a missing bucket in an old storeroom that was seldom used anymore. Only the quartermaster of the base had not thought it a small problem at all. Come on, it was pure change that its disappearance had been discovered, and no one said it had gone missing while the Rogues had been on the base. It could just as well have disappeared a year or two ago, according to the base log.
The quartermaster had said that it had contained some kind of sticky, brownish liquid; he thought it might have been heating oil, but he did not know for sure. Why make such a fuss over something you didn't know what was? Wedge asked himself, and unfortunately the problems had only gotten bigger from there on. Now he was just looking forward to get back to his quarters and get some sleep. Why did I ever accept taking over management of the base even for just ten days?
Wedge came to the end of the hallway and opened the door. He wondered why every door on this base had to be these stupid, old-fashioned things that swung open instead of retracting into the wall or ceiling and why they had to block the hallways every few hundred meters. He walked on down the next hallway, letting the door smack behind him.
About ten doors and a kilometre of hallways later, Wedge was outside his office door. It was slightly open. But when isn't it, Wedge reasoned. So he pushed open the door and stepped through.

SMACK.

Tycho heard the sound through the wall between the refresher station and the main room of the quarters he shared with Wedge, and hurriedly finished dressing so he could see what had happened. He pushed the door open and froze, a grin forming on his lips. He had just been in the shower, and rushing water must have enabled him to hear whoever had placed the bucket on top of the door; because there was no other way his commander could be covered in whatever it was that had been in the bucket while the bucket was lying on the floor by the wall. It had clearly been the sound of the bucket hitting the wall the he had heard in the refresher.

Wedge had been taken completely by surprise when the bucket had come down over him and in pure reflex he had yanked it off his head and thrown it at the wall. He looked up to see Tycho exiting the refresher and grin appearing on his face as he saw what had happened. Wedge raised an angry eyebrow at his second in command and got a shake of the head in return. "Not me, boss," Tycho assured him.
Assuming Tycho was telling the truth, Wedge turned around and stepped into the hall, half expecting to see Wes' face. Still, finding Wes standing in his door looking completely calm surprised him.
"New fashion, boss?" Wes asked, "You have any idea how hard heating oil is to get off the clothes, right?"
Wedge dropped his jaw. Heating oil? Who used that anymore? Then the pieces came together. The missing bucket!
"WESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"