The room was dark. Soon, a dim light went on. A man entered the room, making their number four. The Emperor sat at one end of the table, to his right and left were top ranked generals, and Darth Vader sat across from him.
"Okay, we've gathered here to discuss one topic. How on this world and all others did the rebels blow up the Death Star." the Emperor said with strained calm.
The new guy to his left took the opportunity, "Well sir, they slipped groups of three fighters through a trench to a vent. It took a few tries, but after Lord Vader was dealt with, a proton torpedo made it in, hit the core, and gave them a five trillion credit victory fireworks display."
The left general wasn't a bad guy. He took his orders, did his job, and kissed enough crack to get where he was. He thought it was weird that there was always a lack of generals, but he didn't care, he was promoted! His last thought before he died of suffocation by obvious means was this,
"I can't believe I got promoted for this sh-". Two troopers came in to remove the body.
"Okay, now that "that" is out of my system, lets move on to point one. How did the rebel shoot you down" the Emperor said to Vader in a slight amusement at the murder.
"It was too fast to tell, my mas-"
"Stop right there. It was too fast. You're a Sith Lord, a former podracer, an ace pilot, and that's the best lie you have! Let's go to the tape." A hologram projector came out of the center of the table along with small bags of popcorn for everyone.
After seeing what happened to the left general, the right general guessed his fate. He got his job by less accepted means, he poisoned his bosses' food until he made general. The Emperor knew that, but he liked the enthusiasm. If God was punishing anyone from the event it was the general and the guy running the security cameras who bet a rookie the Emperor would kill him. A piece of popcorn with a sense for irony took two things, the general's life, and the camera guy's five hundred credits.
The video ended and Hell began.
"Define irony, you and your light-brite butt let Leia escape in the ship that you shot down, with the plans that blew up my Death Star. I HADE TEN MORE PAYMENTS! Hmmmm. Here's what we do. We are going to build a bigger one, with a shield emplacement to deter fighters. This time, though, you're paying for it. Get some more generals too. One more thing, give me the general to my left's popcorn, I'm still hungry. What was his name, anyway?"
"My Lord, you kill them so fast now, we don't even bother naming them anymore."
"Oh, what ever. If you go by the security camera station, by the way, do me a favor and get my five hundred credits I won them from the usual guardwith the rookie." he said with a grin.
"Yes my master, soup and sandwich for dinner?" Vader asked.
"Very well."
R&R, if I get 20, I'll post another.