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A/N: Yay! Another Yavara story! Full of laughs!

Yavara skipped down the hall with her plate of freshly baked cookies to give to the newly arriving Stormtroopers, or 'stormies' as she called them, which were sent to work on the Executor. She saw the transport land on the docking bay with a slow, familiar hum of repulsors. The newly trained stormies poured out of the transport's hatch with a buzz of excitement at their new environment. None of them were dressed in uniform, which gave them a friendlier look that Yavara enjoyed.

"Hi there!" she said as a few passed her, "Have a cookie!"

Several of them smiled and made similar greetings to her as Yavara handed them one of her sweet pleasures. They were all very kind to her, and she enjoyed the meeting.

One of the new arrivals caught Yavara's eye in particular. He was a very tall dude, very lean. He had a very angry look in his eye and was very observant to everything around him. Yavara frowned as she sensed his unhappiness and skipped over to make him put on a smile.

"Hello Mr. New Stormie Sir!" she exclaimed "Have a cookie to cheer you up!"

"Go away."

His reply was short and to the point.

The young stormie walked away from Yavara quickly and angrily, muttering a few words she was not allowed to say. Yavara gasped at his language, but quickly caught up with him to continue her cheering up efforts.

"Mr. Stormie! Mr. Stormie!" she called, "Please, have one of my cookies! They are very very good and will make you happiful!"

The annoyed man looked back at her and shook his head unhappily.

"I don't want any."

Yavara frowned and fought for his happiness again.

"But-but sir, you need one! It'll make your stay here on the big ship thingy soooo much better! I make all my cookies with love! My name's Yavara, by the way. My daddy works on this big ship thingy with Mr. Darth Vader Sir and Ms. Mara Jade Ma'am! THEY all eat my cookies, and the cookies make THEM happy! WHY WON'T YOU EAT MY COOKIES!"

The new recruit stopped and parted from the rest of the group for a moment to speak to her. Yavara smiled as he walked over.

"Lord Vader eats your cookies, you say?"

"Well," Yavara replied, "I don't know about this Lord Vader person, but Mr. Darth Vader Sir sure eats them!"

"Have you met Vader personally, little one?"

"Yes!" Yavara yelped, "And don't call me little!"

"Sure, kid. But, uh, do you think you could have me meet this 'Mr. Darth Vader Sir'?"

"Yes Mr. Stormie, but under ONE condition," Yavara leaned in to whisper to him, "you eat one of my cookies!"

"I will if you call me Dash, not Mr. Stormie."

"You've got yourself a deal, Dash!"