The Courier Droid
By ImperialJedi
Summary: Post-ESB, Pre ROTJ. I found an old disk of mine and after many attempts I finally managed to open the outdated files. On it was this story of a mousebot and its adventures on the SSD Executer. Main Characters: Admiral Piett, Darth Vader, and the Courier Droid.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars and I am not making any money from this story either.
The mousebot ran on it's little wheels as fast as it could and then skidded to a stop at the end of the hall. It turned around and inspected it's own skid marks. It analyzed it's actions and concluded it was "fun". How strange, the little droid thought. Why would I consider anything fun? I think I'm overdue for a maintenance check.
The droid was. It was wiped every month just to keep the continuously learning machine from gaining too much experience beyond delivering datacards. The mousebot headed to the aft section of the Super Star Destroyer where droid maintenance was located. As soon it was settled in a spot sure to be noticed by a mechanic the little droid shut itself off.
Admiral Piett was thoroughly indisposed. A medical droid leaned over his right leg and was busily mending the break. The pain was gone. It had subsided when he was given painkillers upon arriving at the medical bay. A woman had come in before. She gave him a once over and then left to more important matters. What could be more important that healing a Admiral's leg he couldn't figure out. What had really caught him by surprise was the fact that the doctor was a woman. It was really rare in the Empire to have females working in the fleet, especially since the Emperor had prejudices against them and aliens. Once there were rumors that the Emperor had promoted an alien to the rank of Grand Admiral. Piett didn't know what to think of that. Maybe they were just rumors, or maybe they were true.
Sighing, he looked away from the droid and stared at the table next to him. There sat the datacard he had been reading earlier. It was interesting that the supplier of the info was not listed on it. Nor was the person who relayed it to him via courier droid. Piett smiled, those droids could be amusing sometimes. Once, he recalled, there were several of them that were overdue for maintenance. They were playing a game of follow the leader and wandered all over the ship. He had only been a lieutenant then and had considered that very funny.
"I see you are doing better," that booming voice broke into his thoughts. Lord Vader stood at the foot of the bed that Piett was in.
"Yes, m'Lord," was the reluctant reply. Piett was wary and preferred not having the attention of the Dark Lord. Piett tried to sit up, but something held him down. He looked up and saw Vader's outstretched hand and mentally cursed. It was that "Force" thing again. He relaxed and decided to report from where he was.
"I have just acquired some information from an unknown source revealing the location of the rebel fleet. They seem to be out of the galaxy entirely, but I don't believe they'd stay there. An attack force might be in good order," Piett suggested cheerfully. There must have been something else in those painkillers than just aspirin, he thought warily.
"I shall suggest that to the Emperor when we arrive at the Imperial Center." Piett nodded and fell asleep. Vader studied the Admiral for a while. Bacta was in short supply, so broken bones had to be mended in a slow, but careful process. Vader nodded and left for the bridge of his flagship. He would have to see how the Captain was doing without the Admiral. They should be at the Imperial Center in a day or two. Vader could hardly wait. (That was sarcastic if you didn't notice.)
Author's Notes: Is anyone reading this? Hello:P