Well...3 responses...not too good, dude. I say you guys give me (and this story) some more respect. Thank you and PLEASE read and respond!
Cody slowly entered the dark, oval-shaped room and sat down at the long, black table. There were many other Stormtroopers sitting there as well, each with an identical clipboard. Our hero sat down and began to read the clipboard notes.

After a few minutes of silent reading, the Stormtrooper at the head of the table said, in a dull voice, "Alright, people, we have been chosen by our high master, Emperor Palpatine, to choose a name for this space station." He looked at his clipboard and pulled out his bifocals.

"The elected names are, and I quote:" he started. "The Sphere O' Fear, The Really Big Ball of Evil, or the Death Egg." He squinted behind his glasses and said, quickly, "I'm sorry, that's the Death Star."

"Well, that one sucks." One Stormtrooper whispered to Cody.

"Now we will have a unanimous vote to see which name will be chosen."

The Head Stormtrooper passed out tiny sheets of Post-It notes with the three names written on them with poorly drawn boxes next to them. 'Damn low-budget Empire.' Cody thought as he checked off the box next to the Sphere O' Fear. After a half hour, since many of the Stormtroopers were highly indecisive, the Head Stormtrooper collected the Post-It notes from the white-suited henchmen.

"Thank you all for your input." He said in a monotone voice. "You may go now." Sighing at the amount of time he had wasted, Cody began walking out of the dark room and back into the bright gray corridors. He looked up at the clock. It was definitely lunch time but, due to the sudden appearance of a smuggling ship carrying a group of Rebels out of Mos Eisly, lunch has been cut back. Cody pretty much hated life.

He had to go to the Weapons Laboratory for his weekly "weapons inspection." He always loved this day because the "Weapons Doctor" was really the galaxy's most attractive, red-headed, shapely woman doctor. "Weapons inspection" was just a fancy word for "complete examination of the body to make sure you're healthy enough to go out and die at the end of a Blaster blast."

Cody began his descent to the "Weapons Inspection Room", thinking all the while as to where the hell his robe might've been. It's been a good ten hours at least and his clothes were still wet. He suddenly stopped short at the Inspection Room. It wad closer than he had remembered.

He took a deep breath in and swiftly opened the door. He was now standing in a typical waiting room, with terribly outdated copies of Entertainment Wookiee and Teen Ewok and a black and white TV hanging from the corner of the room, showing black and white children's cartoons. Cody sat down at a small, plastic table with coloring books on it. He knew it was going to be a long while before Dr. Avsex Witmi would ask for him.

"OK, Mr…Cody, is it?" Hm, guess she wasn't going to take as long as he thought.

And there she was: the most beautiful woman in the galaxy…ever since Padme Amidala died, of course. Her long, curly read hair, her perfect face housing striking emerald eyes and delicate red lips, and her white nursing gown, which was a lot tighter, higher, and lower-cut than necessary.

"Mr. Cody?"

Cody forced himself to stop drooling over the wondrous goddess that stood before him and stood up, raising his hand.

"That's me." He said, cursing himself under his breath for sounding like such a dork. Of course it was him! He was the only guy in the friggen waiting room! Dr. Witmi flashed a gorgeous smile and gestured with her index finger for him to follow her. Cody was getting sweaty.

He had never actually gone to a Weapons Inspection alone before. There were usually other Stormtroopers there in the waiting room. But today was different. Much different. Finally, he and the hottest gal in space were together. Alone. To "inspect his weapons."

She took him to a dimmed room and told him to lie down on her couch. He did as he was told. She then went over to the sink to wash her hands. The sink was a tad low, however, so she was forced to bend over to do so. Cody thanked God at that moment for letting him be alive right then.

"So, it says here that you were sicky-wicky a few days ago." Avsex said, in her adorable voice, reading her clipboard. Cody's eyes, and mind, weren't listening. They were both focused on Dr. Witmi's chest, the cleavage that was like a trailer to a great movie. "There's plenty more down here!" they seemed to say to him.

"Mr. Cody?"

"Uh…Oh, yeah...yeah, the blue one's fine…" he answered, still starring at the woman's chest. Dr. Witmi smiled, a hint of confusion on her face.

"Well, Cody, I guess I'll have to inspect your stomach. Please take your shirt off."

Cody's eyes shot up and looked at the doctor in horror. 'What? Take off my shirt? What is this lady planning on doing to me?'

"Oh, are you shy about your looks?" Avsex asked, playfully. "Well, fine, I'll make you a deal. You take off your shirt and I'll take off mine."

Cody's shirt flew off of him faster than he thought was possible. Avsex smiled.

"Well, somebody's excited to get inspected. I guess I've got to hold up my end of the deal." Very slowly, almost seductively, Dr. Witmi began unbuttoning her gown. Cody crossed his legs, getting sweatier by the second. With each undoing of the button, Avsex let out a sigh.

"It feels so nice to finally take this hot, tight gown off…"

Cody pinched himself multiple times. Could he possibly have been dreaming? She finally got down to the middle button, the one button that would expose everything. Cody would finally be able to see the hottest woman in his life topless! She slowly undid that middle button, her gown opening up just enough to see…

"ALL STORMTROOPERS PLEASE REPORT TO THE MAIN HANGAR FOR DUTY ASSIGNMENTS!" Shouted a voice over the loudspeaker.

"Oh, you gotta be fucking KIDDING ME!"


I dunno...a fun chappie right here :)