Captain's Pet
Chapter 2 – Tag-along That Shit in Our Admiral's Boots
Piett quickly made his way back to the turbo lift and depressed the button to Deck 4 – Senior Officers' Living Quarters. As soon as the car opened the door to the designated floor, he strode up to his door, entered the pass code, stepped inside and locked it as soon as the doors were shut. The overhead light shot on instantly when he hit the switch on the wall. He absentmindedly looked over at his desk and blinked when he saw the object he had pulled out of his boot earlier. Or what was left of it.
The captain walked up to his desk and picked up a couple of the pieces turning them over in his hand. Both sides were black but one of the sides was slightly damp. The shards were very fragile as some of them had broken apart when he picked them up. 'It's almost like a piece of an…' the captain paused as it occurred to him that the item that was on his desk was an egg, 'but if that's the case then it must have hatched considering only pieces of the shell remain.'
Piett glanced as his watch seeing that he only had forty-five minutes to get breakfast and get to his post. "This will have to wai-," The captain was interrupted when the chime to his door rang. He depressed the button to the small comm. on his door, "Who is it?"
"It's Veers. I need to talk to you," came the reply.
The captain opened his door and let the general in. Piett spotted the portable black, leather briefcase, "What's going on?"
Veers opened the top of the case, reached in and attempted to pull whatever it was out but yelped in surprise. The captain could only stare in confusion as a small black form climbed out of the briefcase using the general's arm. It was solid black with four legs, a long slender neck with a triangular shaped head which had small spines on it; on its back were wings that looked big enough to encompass the small creature at least twice and a tail that was about a good foot and a half in length. Its face held small green eyes with slitted pupils in the center of each eye.
"I was hoping you could tell me. Judging by the pile of egg shells on your desk, I'm going to assume that it came from your room," Veers answered with a flat expression while eyeballing the critter on his shoulder, "I found it in the ventilation duct leading from Ozzel's room."
Suddenly, there was a loud shout from behind the wall that separated the captain's room from the admiral's room. This was of course followed by, "SON OF BITCH!" Veers and Piett exchanged glances before staring at the creature, "We might be able to use him as a source of entertainment," the captain offered with smirk before quickly gathering the pile of egg shell and dropping it down the garbage chute.
The other laughed hard at thought of Ozzel being tormented by the strange animal he'd found. After he'd regained composure, "Did you actually bring it on board?"
"Not that I recall. I only found it this morning as I was getting dressed. It was in my boot, I just couldn't avoid it," the captain replied matter-of-factly, leaving out the detail about him actually tripping over it.
"Heh, so how long ago did it hatch?" the general asked curiously.
"I don't actually know because I wasn't in the room at the time," Piett shrugged hoping he wouldn't have to go into the whole laundry room incident.
Of course hoping wouldn't get him anywhere, especially with his current run of luck, "Oh? Where were you then?"
Piett groaned in annoyance, "I really don't wanna talk about it. Although I suppose you're not going to drop it unless I spill, are you?"
"Nope."
"Figures. Well let's just say… I had to go laundry cart diving," the captain admitted with a frown.
(INSERT TIME LAPSE)
Both Captain Piett and General Veers, who was making a painstaking effort to not laugh, walked through the doors to the main bridge, "I still can't believe you actually-!"
The captain sighed heavily, "I knew I wouldn't live it down."
Captain Piett had locked the creature in the refresher with what was left of his breakfast before leaving his room. He just hoped that the little monster wouldn't decide to use the vents again.
"PIETT!"
Both officers nearly jumped out of their skins at the sound of the loud bellow. The captain and the general both turned around to see Admiral Ozzel storming up to them from the crew pit. "Where the hell have been? Your shift started fifteen minutes ago!"
As they were standing there this horrible smell hit the general's smell receptors. The army's commanding officer took his cap from his head and pressed it over the bridge of his nose before replying just at the captain was about to, "Well I think you needed to shower fifteen minutes ago! YESTERDAY in fact! What the fuck have you been rolling in? Did you forget to check yourself?"
Meanwhile, Darth Vader, who had been pacing the bridge in boredom, had been watching the three officers since the admiral had shouted at the top of his lungs. He allowed it to continue because he actually found it mildly entertaining. The admiral had been in the middle of reprimanding the captain but was interrupted by the general who was now giving the admiral a dressing down. Both of the officers facing the admiral had their caps over their faces. The Sith Lord, being unable to resist his own curiosity, decided to randomly investigate this situation plus it would give him a reason to pick on the admiral.
"What's going on?" Vader stopped just behind Ozzel who couldn't contain his yelp of surprise. The Sith Lord grinned behind his mask as the admiral turned to face him.
General Veers was the first to speak albeit still holding his cap to his face, "Lord Vader. This man reeks. It smells like he hasn't bathed in almost a week; no scratch that, a month WHILE being sprayed down with liquid shit and allowed to bake in the middle of the dunes on Tattooine at double noon!"
Lord Vader glanced at the captain, who also had his hat pressed to his face. The man was visibly shaking but he could tell that he was trying not to laugh. Suddenly, he too caught a whiff of the horrible odor. 'What the fuck? It's actually coming through the filter? That's pretty bad.' the dark lord couldn't help but be repulsed by the smell.
"Admiral you will remove yourself from the bridge. You will not be allowed back until you've completely rid of that smell," Lord Vader rumbled, the tone of his voice made the navy's commanding officer shudder.
While the Sith Lord was reprimanded the admiral, Piett elbowed Veers who then pointed at the back of Ozzel's boot, "Is that what I think it is?"
Veers looked and grinned as he spotted the yellowish brown substance that was oozing from the cuff of the admiral's boot. It was starting to drip onto the floor, "Yes. Yes it is."
(I hoped you like it so far. I'm pretty much just making it up off the top of my head. Please review! Thanks!)