The Writer does not own Star Wars. If George Lucas wishes it, this story will be removed from the web. But ONLY after he tells me why the Venator-class Star Destroyer is better than the Victory-class AND the Imperator-class Star Destroyer, which is built AFTER the Venator AND is larger by approximately 600 meters. And why its bridges (In PLURAL!) don't conform to the KDY standards! BUt it's still cool. I like it better than the other two.

Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the THIRD rewriting of Chapter Two of Super Star Destroyer. I've spent the last few weeks getting this godforsaken computer (the NEW godforsaken computer, not the old one) to work to a degree, and while its stats are great, it did NOT come with Microsoft Word, and it promises to kill itself in a short period of time if I don't cough up a bunch of cash that I don't have to Microsoft and Toshiba.

Okay, I'll try not to bore you anymore. I'll just get to work.

Super Star Destroyer!

Chapter Two

The Fab Four (and FRIENDS!)

(Note: I'll probably never actually include the poker game. That was in NERV Psych Ward, I think chapter four or three, unless I can think up another REALLY GOOD joke to put it in for. So read the original there.)

Piett raised his head off of the table, and immediately felt something was wrong, and it wasn't his hangover. He looked down, and discovered that at some point in the night they had elected to play strip poker, and that he had lost.

He dropped his head back onto the table and grabbed a pack of ice from the otherwise-empty beer cooler on his side of the table. He slapped it to his head and immediately regretted it, mostly because the ice cubes inside were SHARP, dammit, but also because the bag exploded for no apparent reason. And THEN...

'Ha-a-aleluiah! Ha-a-aleluiah! Haleluiah! Haleluiah! Hale-elui-i-ah! Ha-a-aleluiah...'

Piett groaned, and looked up at Isard's face, which was covered in a pink sign bearing the words "Get Ass Kicked by Vampire Goons! Only Fifty Credits!"

Piett moaned a bit more, and thought of killing the Writer, or even the Author, if he came by, but thought better of it, knowing full well that (A) both of them were invincible, and (B) he had too much of a hangover to to anything.

'And he shall reign forever and e-e-ever! And he shall reign..."

Piett slammed his head into the table over and over, trying to make the little voices go away...

EXECUTOR-CLASS STAR DREADNOUGHT! IT'S A DIVIDER! OH WOW!

General Melvar was Not Pleased. He was Not Pleased because his Super Star Destroyer was short two TIE Interceptors. He was Not Pleased because some strange group of Ensigns were throwing big cans of Axe Body Spray attached to small thermal detonators into the various officers lounges all over the ship so that when the detonators exploded they turned the lounges into a Boy's Locker Room Gone Wrong. He was Not Pleased because Warlord Zsinji had run off with Iron Fist to go to that accursed game of "Poker" he held every month with those other twits. But above all, he was Not Pleased because someone had stolen his copy of Verdi Requiem. Oh. And some idiot had named his Executor-class Star Dreadnought Razor's Kiss. What the Hell kind of name is that for a battlecruiser? That sounds more like some kind of fast light attack craft.

He stood there on his bridge, being Not Pleased, until several ideas struck him that should have been quite obvious to the reader.

When he found the Axe Bomber, he'd have him/her shot. He'd buy two TIE interceptors from the Author when he dropped by. In fact, he'd enlist the Author's help in bringing back Zsinji, AND ask for a copy of the Author's Verdi Requiem. And he'd act pissed at Zsinji for running off without his permission, and, in his guilt, Zsinji would let Melvar change the name of his ship! A perfect day!

Melvar grinned, and brought up the Star Destroyer's hypercomm array. Oh, this was going to be fun...

SOOPAH STAH DESTROYAH! END, YA!