One week later... Day 10 - Something looks different.

Pellaeon hopped off the treadmill after a long workout, and wandered over to the dining area of Thrawn's quarters. He grabbed himself a tall, cold glass of water, and then proceded into the luxurious bathing chamber. I hope the Grand Admiral doesn't mind me taking a shower. I know he's away on vacation, but I almost feel guilty for taking advantage of his leave. Pellaeon sighed and looked down at the oversized bathtub. His eyes widened. He picked up a small pink bottle that was half empty.
"BUBBLE BATH!" He screamed into the empty room. I can take a nice hot bubble bath. All I have to do is replace the bubble bath stuff with dish soap, and Thrawn will never notice! Pellaeon grinned as he began to run the hot bath water. He was just about ready to get into the tub, when he glanced over his shoulder at the mirror on the far side of the bathroom. Wait a minute. He thought. Something looks different. Pellaeon strode over the the mirror, turned the other way, and gazed down at his butt.
"Oh my god..." He said aloud. "It's... less flabby!" Pellaeon grinned, and jumped into the tub to congradulate himself on a job well done.

That evening, after Thrawn returns from his vacation.

Pellaeon quietly sat down at the already filled dinner table, and pushed in his seat. He looked around at the rest of the senior officers, all casually dining.
"I have made a decision." stated the Grand Admiral. "The Captain has brought it to my attention that several of the senior officers are in less superior physical condition."
Liar. I didnt' say that, you did! Pellaeon fumed, as the Grand Admiral continued.
"Beginning tomorrow, every senior officer will have to do a daily excercise routine for about 45 minutes before coming on duty. The reason, of course, is incase we ever come across a challenging situation in which we need to use physical strength, rather than intelligence."
The captain sighed, and looked down at his plate while the rest of the officers stared at him accusingly. They're going to hate me. He thought to himself, while picking up his fork and playing with his potatoes. He glanced up at the Grand Admiral, who just smiled and handed Pellaeon a bowl of chocolate brownie.
"I know it seems ironic, but we will start this routine off by eating this delicious brownie cake I made earlier." The Grand Admiral grinned as he began passing the cake around to everybody.

Pellaeon sighed and slouched, picked up his fork, and began eating the brownies. Three bowls later, he finally decided he was full. Yet again, the pastries and cakes conquer me.
"You know Captain, you really shouldn't be eating so much chocolate." Thrawn said. Pellaeon looked up and scowled at his High Commander.
"In fact," Thrawn continued, "I think you should spend an extra hour on the machines tomorrow morning, to work off all that chocolate you just ate." Pellaeon nodded and got up.
"Uh, before you leave Captain, I have another request."
"Yes, what is that Sir?"
"Please don't use my bubblebath when I'm gone, it's extremely rude and leaves me with a tub full of dish soap bubbles."
"Yes sir, sorry sir." And with that, Pellaeon left the room.

The door slid quietly shut behind the Captain as he slowly made his way into his room. It's all his fault. The Captain thought. Maybe I should retire, that way I don't have to see his perfect little butt cheeks. With another scowl, the captain flopped down onto the floor and began doing situps. I'll show them. I'll not only have a perfect posterior, but a set of shiney abs to go with it! At that thought, the Captain grinned.