27th April.
11:32 am
Corporal Pryce really hated the Empire.
Tap, tap, tap.
That was all he could hear, the constant, tapping against the cold metal wall to his right. It sounded like one of water production pipes was on the fritz again. Or maybe some poor rookie had fallen into one of the maintenance shafts and couldn't get it out. Either case it was annoying. It was just one thing after another with this new posting he'd been assigned to. First of all his squad commander couldn't remember his or any of his squads names, which was really helpful in a battle situation.
Second, his comrades couldn't shoot anything that was smaller than a bantha. And even then they struggled.
And last but not least, he had the absolute worst job in the Empire, being posted on an Imperial Star Destroyer. What the hell is a foot soldier supposed to do an intergalactic battleship? Look out of the window and shake your freakin' fist at the enemy?
God the Empire sucked.
27th April
11:55 am
Click.
"…And another thing! Those damn prison officers get paid way more than us. Why? They just sit around all day with that smug expression on their..."
Good God this guy will not stop talking. Why me? That was another thing about the Empire, ever since the latest batch of clones went ape shit, the Empire had been recruiting old veterans of past wars no one gave a crap about anymore. Of course all of them had a story to tell and none of them could keep their mouths shut for more than five seconds.
I mean with the clones they all basically talked about the same things because they were clones, but hey, at least they were consistent, if a little dull. Where's the hell's the freakin' lift anyway?
Click, click.
"… vacuous bastards, always looking down on me as if I was dirt. You know back in my day..."
Clickclickclickclickclick.
"…complete asses. Never bring drinks to the Christmas party and always take everyone else's..."
CLICK!
Scrunching his eyes up, Pryce hung his head low, letting his arms hang loosely by his side.
Why, why, why?
Each 'why' he uttered in his mind was followed by a short bang of his head against the wall and a click of the button by the elevator, each click harder than the last.
27th April
12:04 pm
After what had felt like an eternity waiting for a lift, his salvation finally came as the commander came over the intercom. "Corporal… erm…" Pryce could visualize his commander picking up a sheet of paper with all of their names on it, looking desperately for his because he was too damn lazy to remember it. "Let's see it's here somewhere. Corporal…Pryce! That's it! Er... report to the main briefing room at once." "
"Gee I would if the elevators worked." He thought aloud.
"Oh and could the owner of the Tie Bomber, registration 0654FG7, please move it to hanger bay B, Lord Vader's shuttle is having some difficulty landing and he's getting impatient." The door in front of him suddenly slid open and Pryce grinned widely, stepping inside. To his absolute horror the rambling man stepped in after him, apparently still going on about something Pryce couldn't care less about.
It's days like this that make you want to join the rebellion.
