The holographic image plinked and turned of. A loud series of sound sounded out side the ship causing every one to hold their breath.

"Sir we have objects coming in and lots of them!"

"Well what are they son?"

The man at the desk started to go frantic. "There's thousands of them!"

"What in Sith's name are THEY!"

"There…There honey pots."

The captain felt his heart stop.

"And there's more sir. Their full of…Honey."

That was the last thing the captain heard before he fainted.

He woke up in a mater of seconds to see the entire ship's crew all slapping him on the face or poring buckets of ice cold water on him.

He jumped up quick pushing them away as he did so.

"I'm fine I'm FINE! Just…Just studying aware options! How we doing son?"

The man at the desk had calmed down in fear of fainting him self.

"Not good sir not good at all. The shields are down to 90."

"How can that be?"

"80 sir!"

"What!"

"70! 60! 50…"

"We're not even being HIT!"

"…40! 30! 20…"

"This is Star Wars not Star Trek! This is not fair!"