Disclaimer: Do I really need to post this every chapter?

Authors Note: *gasp* Two chapters in one week? What is happening to this world?

Seriously though, this one isn't my greatest work... I'll admit that. The next one will be better, I (kinda) promise.

"What do you mean I can't volunteer to go back on the active roster?" Barco asked. Stolt sighed.

"Listen kid, you took the time off. You drank. Reg's say I've got to give you at least 24 hours before you can go back on active. So just relax, okay? What's the rush anyway?" Stolt asked, eyes shifting over to his datapad.

"Just a feeling, sir."

Stolt looked back up at Barco. "A feeling, huh? What kind of feeling?"

Barco slouched his shoulders. "I don't know. I just feel- I don't know. I feel like I should be back at work."

Stolt raised an eyebrow, and leaned in close. "Listen, you're off duty now. So I'm not your commanding officer, so forget protocol, okay? What's going on?"

Barco sighed, and took a seat opposite Stolt. He laid his hands on the others desk.

"I have no facts to base this on, okay? No proof, no reason to think this." Stolt nodded, and so Barco continued. "I feel like someone's going to try and kill the Admiral, or maybe the Captain. I don't know."

Stolt nodded. "And since your squad is assigned to the Admirals personally-"

"Isn't strange that we were all put on leave, at the same time? Not just us, but everyone. Every unit that belongs to the Admiral is." Barco interrupted. Stolt shrugged.

"All units belong to the Admiral, don't they?"

Barco sighed. "You know what I mean."

"No, look. All Stormtrooper units belong to the Admiral, right? So he could take command of any one. So why does he need you?"

Barco paused, looked around, and leaned in close to the Major.

"Unless it's a coup." He whispered. Stolt sat back into his chair, and threw his hands up.

"Whoa, kid. You'd better have a lot more than just a feeling before you start throwing around accusations like that. Do you know the number of people that have the power to assign that many leaves like that? Five, give or take. Five, Barco! All of them high ranking. And one of them is the Admiral."

"Who are the other ones?" Barco asked. Stolt rolled his eyes.

"No. We are not going there. Look, I'll ask about the leaves but don't worry, okay? There is no treason on board the Admonitor." He threw his head towards the door. "Dismissed."

Barco stood up and smiled. "I thought you weren't my superior right now?" He asked. Stolt rolled his eyes again.

"Get out of my office, Barco."

Barco grinned again, saluted, and turned to leave.

"Leave this alone, Barco. There is no treason." Stolt advised.

"Yes sir." Barco said, his back still to Stolt.

The turbolift door opened, and Niriz waited for Thrawn to exit before following him onto the bridge.

"Report;" Thrawn said, taking a seat in the Star Destroyers command chair. A young officer handed him a datapad.

"All stations report Green, sir. We are still on course to target. No change in ETA."

Thrawn nodded. "Very good. Thank you." Thrawn shifted his eyes to Niriz. "Captain, prepare TIE fighters. We'll be dropping out of hyperspace in-" Thrawn checked the ships chrono-"Six hours, standard."

Niriz nodded. "Yes sir. Would you like them to prepare for battle, or training maneuvers?"

Thrawn smiled. "Let's wait and see what we find before making that choice, Captain."

"All TIE's: prepare for launch in six approximate hours, standard. That is all."

Jakon rolled over on his bunk, and moaned.

"Damned loudspeaker," He swore, rolling back over and covering his head with a pillow.

"Alright Gray's, wake up. Six hours isn't a lot of time to prep without much details to go on, so let's get moving."

Jakon swore again, and rolled out of his bunk. He rubbed his eyes, and grabbed his jumpsuit off the rack it was hanging on.

"Anyone know what this is about?" He asked no one in particular.

"It's got to be Esva. The way we've been dancing around Imperial Space and the Unknown Regions, gathering supplies and that whole stop at Alpha? The Admiral's got something planned."

Walsh threw a datapad over at the pilot, and then for the rest of Gray.

"Read up. Meet me in Hanger Three in two standard."

Walsh left before anyone had the opportunity to ask any questions. Jakon took a look at his datapad.

"What's the Richter Maneuver?"

Barco sat at the data-terminal, slowly scrolling through pages of information. Riy walked up behind him, and sat down.

"Oh, my head is killing me!" He said, holding his head in his hands.

"Serves you right, idiot." He said without taking his eyes off of what he was reading.

"What are you doing, anyway?" Riy asked, looking over Barco's shoulder.

"You know how many people on the Admonitor have the power to issue leaves? Not recommend them, actually give them."

Riy shrugged. "Ten? Twelve?"

"Five; The Admiral, Captain and Commander, then General Stomme, and that leave guy."

Riy shook his head. "Leave guy?"

Barco sighed. "I can't think of his name. You know, that squirrely guy, real small, never leaves his office?"

"The one on 26 D?"

Barco snapped his fingers. "That's the one."

"What about it? You going to petition them for time off during your time off?" Riy said, rubbing his eyes.

"You know Stomme at all?"

Riy shrugged. Met him once, when I was assigned. Why?"

"How about the Leave Officer?"

"Why? Barco, you're scaring me. What do you care?"

Barco shrugged. "Just wondering."

The Admonitor dropped out of hyperspace, exactly on time. The area around it was completely empty- lightyears away from any system. All TIE fighters were scrambled, and were in the air for a little over an hour. After that, the TIE's all returned to the hanger and the Admonitor returned to hyperspace. The entire stop took a little under two hours.