A Nice Ass Deffinatly Has Its Advantages


Day 2 - Not all men with muscles are brainless

The next morning, Pelleaon awoke to the scream of his portable alarm clock. "Alright! Alright! I'm awake!" He screamed into the empty room as he pounded the clock until it was silent. Pelleaon got up and staggered into the kitchen and started the coffee machine. He started off towards the bathroom, and stopped infront of the mirror. Oh yeah. I forgot. Pelleaon sighed once more before continuing his early morning routine.

An hour later, Pelleaon headed out the door with a small water bottle in hand. He stopped by a map of the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera and searched for the label that read Gym. Pelleaon grunted, he couldn'd find the gym anywhere on the map. Blasted map, where is it? An entire star destroyer complete with cafe and gift shop, and there isn't even a gym? Pelleaon's brooding was ended when he spotted the location of the gym. Floor 2, eh? He thought, and headed towards the elevator.

When Pelleaon walked off the elevator, he expected to see a dimly lit corridor with the sounds of men grunting and the odor of unclean, sweaty troopers. What he didn't expect, was a brightly lit bakery right next to the workout room. The aroma of freshly baked rolls and cinnemon buns filled Pelleaon's nose as he made his way to the gym. Resist, Gil. Resist the urge to eat. You have a job to do. A nice ass is your goal! Pelleaon grimaced as he passed the bakery and walked into the gym. Pelleaon stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes gazed at the sweat lined muscle men, all young of course, working out in sheer determination to be the strongest. Pelleaon gulped, and looked down at his droopy arms and - dare he think it - flabby ass. What am I doing here? He thought to himself. No, I've come this far, I can't back down now. Pelleaon placed his water bottle on a bench and wandered over to the treadmill. He stood on it, pressed a few buttons, and waited for it to start. What's wrong with this thing? He continued pressing buttons, until finally a tall, burly man walked up to him.
"Uh.. do you need help with that little guy?" The man asked, looking down at the captain.
"No thank you. I can work this machine just fine" Pelleaon snapped back. "And "Uh... yessir" The man slurred.

I hope I never turn out like that guy. Men with muscles never have brains.
"Captain, it seems you have taken your curiousity to another level. May I assume that you have come here to improve certain - aspects - of your physical figure?" Pelleaon's thoughts were quickly cut off as he whirred around to face the Grand Admiral.
"Yes Sir, last night's pondering provoked me to begin a daily exercise routine. I hope that some day I may be as fit as you. " Pelleaon commented.
"I see. Perhaps I should make it mandatory for all of my officers to be in excellent physical condition. As a precaution, of course."
"Of course." Damnit. I shouldn't have opened my big mouth. Pelleaon forced a smile.
"On another note. Captain, it appears to be that you are slightly indimidated by the condition of these troops. If you wish, you may use my personal weight room to fulfill your goal." Offered Thrawn, with a smile.
"Oh yes, that would be wonderful sir!" Pelleaon stuttered in disbelief and thankfulness at the same time.
"Oh, and one more thing." Thrawn stated. "Not all men with muscles are brainless."