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JOYS OF A COMMANDER.

By

Forever-Luke and The Stormrider

Luke flopped down on his bunk in the room that he shared with Wedge at the hidden rebel base. It had been a long and tiring day and he was glad that it was over. Commander Narra had assigned him the job of putting together a new squadron for the base, he had already picked most of his pilots, Wedge, Wes and a few others had been eager to join, but the whole day had been spent in the sims testing some of the newest pilots that had joined their cause. He'd been happy with some of them and had grabbed them for his squad, but he still had one more space to fill and it was a toss up between three of the better ones.

The tense twi'lek, the corellian hot head or the stiff red-head, what was her name? Jad? Jade? He couldn't remember, honestly, he couldn't care, all he wanted to do was sleep.

"You can't be sleeping commander," a voice drifted to his tired brain, "there's to much corellian ale to drink."

"Wedge, it's been a long day. I'm not in the mood," Luke warned not moving.

"Uh come on, don't go all stiff on us," Wedge said jokingly, "you have to join the party. Celebrate our squad."

"As your commanding officer, I suggest that you leave," Luke replied bluntly.

"Fine, but the others won't like no for an answer." Wedge said turning to go.

"Tuff!"

He heard Wedge leave, sighing with relief he rolled over to sleep, not bothering to shower or change.

He was somewhere in a light doze when the door opened, waking him, two sets of hands grabbed him and dragged him to his feet.

"No time for sleep commander," someone said.

"You haven't been dubbed our leader yet" another said

"Yeah, we have something special planned."

They dragged him out of the room, a blind fold was placed quickly over his eyes and his hands were firmly bound. His captors hustled him quickly down a corridor, he caught a whiff of coolent mixed in with ships exhaust, he was in the hanger bay. He could hear voices around him, then suddenly he was lifted off his feet and carried a short distance.

"Hold your breath Commander," He heard a sultry female voice say next to his ear, he then felt a number of hands strip away his clothes and boots.

"Hey! Let me go!" Luke protested as he was lowered into a tank filled with liquid.

His head was pushed under for a split second, before being yanked back up. They rubbed some sort of foam in his hair, then grabbed him by the arms and hauled him out.

His feet were placed on the ground and his hands freed. He quickly went for the blind fold that covered his eyes.

"Let it rip, Stevens" someone yelled.

Luke's eyes focused on a high pressured hose that was being aimed at him by two of his pilots with delighted smiles on their faces.

He didn't get time to utter a word, they released the valve and a jet of water came shooting at him, hitting him in the chest. He was knocked to the ground and went sliding backwards in a puddle of water.

He slowly picked himself off the floor infuriated, the hanger had gone silent. A snigger cut through the air, then a snort, before the entire bay erupted into laughter.

That's when he noticed the orange water on the ground. He quickly glanced down at himself to find his skin the same colour as his flight suit.

"Alright! Whose idea was this!" Luke yelled, his voice echoed across the hanger bay. The pilots stopped laughing and ran out of the bay, back to their cabins.

"That's a nice look Commander." Came a voice. It was that stiff red-head, Jade.

"Did you have anything to do with this?" He growled. She smirked but was unfazed by the threat in his voice.

"No, I was passing through when I saw the incident." She continued to smirk. "You know orange just isn't your colour, especially with the blue hair."

He sub-consciously grabbed his hair. "Blue! My hair is blue!" Someone was going to suffer for this humiliating joke.

She walked pass him to lean casually up against a fighter, turning to stare at him she smiling fiendishly. "I suggest you put your clothes on, Commander Narra looking for you and I don't think he will be to impressed with what he finds."

Luke stared at his reflection in the mirror, his skin was stained bright orange and his hair a fluro blue. He had scrubbed at his skin to no avail, someone was going to pay for this. The door opened and he heard Wedge start laughing.

"One word Wedge and your outta here," Luke threatened glaring at him.

"Don't be like that commander," he teased trying to contain himself. "You don't look that bad."

"I have fluro hair, Wedge! Fluro hair!" He almost shouted in dismay. "The imps will see me a mile in the dark!"

Wedge couldn't help himself any longer, he collapsed onto the nearest bunk in a fit of laughter.

"That's it, laugh it up!" Luke snapped. "You're all going to regret doing this to me!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Commander Skywalker, are you there?" It was Narra.

Luke thought that maybe he could ignore his superior and Narra would leave, but as soon as that thought came to mind it vanished.

Wedge was making enough noise for the both of them, and Narra wouldn't leave until he got a reply.

Well here goes nothing.

Taking a deep breath, he called "Yes Sir. Come in."

The door opened and Commander Narra walked in. He tried desperately to hide his smile, but failed.

"I'd heard the rumours, but wasn't sure as to whether to believe them." He said with a grin, looking Luke up and down. "I must say that they did quite an interesting job."

"Yes, they did." Luke sent an annoyed glare in Wedge's directions, who was holding his stomach, tears in his eyes. "You wanted to see me sir?" he said changing the subject.

"Yes, but it's confidential." He glanced in Antilles direction, who was starting to pull himself together. "In my officer if we could?"

Luke seriously didn't want to walk all that way, especially through the corridors where everyone would see him, but he couldn't refuse his Commander. "Of course Sir."

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