Home, Sweet Death Star

Nagan's Chocolate Space Station

2006-01-21T20:33:00.000-06:00

"We will repopulate these quartes in chocolate" were the words being spread by Trooper 3548 in the Tie-Trooper class, who has claimed himself as the new 'mayor' of the selected group in Booty's stead. He has been labeled as what is referred to as "A Nagan" in our selective party, which is representative of nothing more than a living pile of Bantha scrodum and fecal matter. This 'Nagan' continued his rant against the Empire claiming that he, in fact, had always been suspect to the government's occupation of his people's lands and the recent flooding of their shared quarters was a racist attempt to exterminate them as a whole. "We will rebuild this wing of the space station, and it will become a chocolate wing mixed with a little vanilla to become a delicious drink. The vanilla I speak of will be white chocolate actually, and not the 'traditional' vanilla we all know and despise. In fact we be talkin' un-knowledgable things up in here, and you brothers know what I mean. I call upon you to castigate and proprietate the vanilla faction oppressipatin'and hatin' upon this culture, because we want only true, dark chocolate in our delicious beverage."

What a stupid fu#*ing Nagan.

comin' clean

2006-01-20T22:08:00.000-06:00

Apparently the spiritual journey embarked upon earlier by both myself and Spencer has come to be the rant of the association, with little to no regard whatsoever for either my command or my feelings. I see now that coming back to work so soon did little to step up progress and, in fact, only served to open up the door for Vader’s breaching of my mind’s inner most thoughts at his leisure. It had not occurred to me until a recent council, consisting of some of my highest officers, that Vader had been quietly probing my mind during the conduction of my meeting. His muffled snickering had done nothing but agitate me due to what I concluded as mere rudeness, but his abrupt collapse in laughter after only a brief pause and then pompously referencing, “Spencer?!,” over and over made me sick to my stomach…

Needless to say, word has spread rapidly about the details of my leisure with Spencer thanks to Vader, himself, and I forsee mandatory sensitivity training in the future of my soldiers. All except for my Tie Troopers, because I honestly feel that they are too freakin' stupid to understand the real world. In fact, most of them are now claiming to have slight learning disabilities so they can attemt to qualify for more government support... As if I had enough problems to deal with.

Broke-Back Rehab

2006-01-09T17:55:00.000-06:00

It’s hard to explain, in detail, the full spectrum of emotions one faces when forced to confront the innermost demons that threaten a man’s sanity, hastening him to conceal the pain by means of a turbulent vice. A laps of some time has overcome me, in that I realize over two months have passed since my last entry pertaining to this work in progress known as the Death Star. But time, I assure, has not only allowed me to regroup and re-organize myself into the Moff I was destined to be, but also expounding upon the troubled man fighting to get out.
Anxiety finally overcame me, as did a certain measure of fear, as I had come to realize the enormous task presented to me, compounded with the responsibility of governing a fleet of sizable proportions and the want of completing the work ahead of me on such a drastic schedule. My wife had left me…and, so far as I could see, the machine was beginning to tear itself apart, with regards to the continual problems amounted by indigent sects of storm troopers. My anger,.. my loathing for these soldiers,.. my terrible state of paranoia outweighed my reasoning. I found solace in the bottle. So much so that it clouded all reality for me and forced me into a suicidal state that nearly overtook me. I had nothig. I was nothing. I succumbed to my own solitude, regressing to my quarters unfit to be seen, laying for days naked among my bodily waste as my hygiene continued to deteriorate.
I was spared, however, and rushed to a rehab center designed especially for ranking officers within the Empire. It was here that I was destined to spend the next eight weeks purging my body of the poisonous toxins that had shortly maintained a grip on my soul, and coming to terms within myself allowing me to begin restructuring this broken man back into the leader he needed to be.
For all the tragedy endured in my process and the physical withdrawals that plagued my recovery, if it had not been for the emotional support I received from Spencer I would never have made it. Having grown apart so many years ago as time and careers tend to separate even the best of friends, Spencer and I had trained together as new cadets in the army of the republic before the emergence of the empire. We shared a bond, though it was a bond of brothers, and one we had hoped would never be broken. Towards the end of our training, we overtook a scenario mission, only venturing to the moons of Neberos for two days, but we allowed feelings to pursued our actions. We were both so young and saw in each other a spark of magnetism. The words exchanged between us regarding our feelings later caused a note of uncertainty and we bade each other to forget the weekend. We graduated. Spencer and I both moved on and both married not to see or hear from one another for years,.. until now. Word had reached him of my condition, and Spencer was first to arrive to see me through the process.
We spoke of old times. At my worst moments there in the beginning of treatment he would cheer me up with juvenile stories of our past adventures in school. We laughed and roused about the Nebros Moons.It was here that we reaffirmed our friendship which was sealed properly amongst ourselves during the fifth week of my stay. I fear that I may go too far in my narrative with concerns of my own personal privacy, however, what may be known is that, although uncomfortable right now, I'm sure these feelings will find their rightful place among me. Spencer, meanwhile, has returned to his wife. He has asked for time, so that he may approach her when he feels she may be strong enough to bear it and explain his feelings concerning the situation. I look forward to his return, but for now,.. it’s back to business as usual. Back to dealing with those fu#^ing NIGS.

somewhat on track

2005-11-09T12:07:00.000-06:00

Ok. Things are beginning to run smoothly around here, but not from a lack off effort on my part, and with little to no help at all from the newly segregated group of tie-troopers. I have since installed monitoring/surveillance equipment along the newly-constructed wing of the G.H.E.T.T.O. to monitor behaviors and activities, which has, of course, come under fire from the association affirmed with Mohammed Boody claiming as though it is an effort to spy and control their daily activities… Well, IT IS! They were informed that until their behavior changes and they can prove that they can once again fit in with the rest of society… by that I mean the society of storm troopers… then I will continue to have monitoring posts established to maintain order and safety.

Boody went on trial for his crimes, and I chose to publicize the proceedings in order to make an example to others thinking of staging a “reform.” Booty’s lawyers ascertained that the system had failed men of Mohammed’s background and forced him into the position of terrorist to bring the issue of poverty to the forefront. It was, in fact, his social standing of racial-lower class seating, in Mohammed’s view, that drove him to act out on his inner rage and exploit the white troopers and other establishment for what they are doing to his people… WTF? I seem to remember being the one flipping the bill for the procession on newly- bred clones, not him. And, as a matter of fact, if this is what we have to expect from future breeds, I’m canceling the orders.

The PC police led by Pelosi and her group of followers have used Boody’s position as one to champion their own legislation, in attempts to strong arm the empire into giving in to their demands. This action on her part would break down the structure of our system that, on most accounts, operates rather smoothly as intended, with exception to the few “odd balls’ that continue to function solely on sheer stupidity and government support. This leaves more to focus on in the near future, for I believe that should pelosi’s group begin acquiring leverage then the balance of organization and structure will fall. If so, then these recent past events will dull in comparison to the destruction and anarchy to come.

Finally back

2005-11-02T21:54:00.000-06:00

Whoa! It seems my shenanigans have stirred up a mess of controversy around here. I can’t put my finger on it, but it appears to have begun around the time of the NIG uprising. Unfortunately, I have been away on holiday for about ten days and have neglected my empirial documentations. As soon as time allows, probably tomorrow, I will resume reporting the going’s on in this establishment, which many have veered an acute interest to know where it will all lead… In do time.

As-alam-u-la-kem, or however it’s supposed to be uttered.

million trooper march

2005-10-18T10:36:00.000-05:00

It’s amazing to me, when I think about it, just as to how things can implode on you when you’re not giving attention due where it belongs. Point in fact, with the issuance of this new P.C. term of Storm Trooper for those who apparently believed the title of “Clone” to be both degrading and insulting, a small battle has been won in their eyes, and they have taken it upon themselves and run with it. Word is beginning to spread among the troopers, especially the Tie-class, that reparations can be obtained should a great fuss over inequality and racism towards their particular group be presented. This mode of thinking has led to an outbreak of accusations by these Tie-class employees that the system of empirial government has established, among other things, a slave-trade network… to even more outlandish verbal attacks about the government sabotaging water mains and standing back to watch their “people” drown.

A million Trooper march is now in full swing led by followers of Mohammed Booty Al-Sharif Mosul, who is currently awaiting trial, with the intent of spreading their message of hate towards those in power, the establishment, and other storm troopers. Their goal has been championed by several of those in assembly including, unsurprisingly, Pelosi, who claims to identify with the struggles of the Tie-trooper class. It has now become a pandemic during my absence and I fear I have arrived too late to quell such an uprising of this new order of idiocy and hatred generated by some of the most foolish, simple-minded, unintelligent, flea-picking, ebonic speaking, no job performing, government supported morons.

The march is scheduled for tomorrow. However, on a bright note, the greater majority of storm troopers are aghast at the actions of this newly-organized group of radical Tie-troopers and have claimed their loyalty to the empire, as they were bred to do. I can’t help to believe that this new breed of extremist,.. a Newly Indigenous Group spawned from within the Tie-class, or NIGs as they are commonly now referred to by everyone, are being controlled by an entirely separate entity. I can’t shake the feeling, but these people are just too freaking stupid to organize anything of this nature , and/or write and recite the quality of hate rhetoric presented in a written format before them, without some form of coaching… It is quite interesting, and I am beginning to formulate my own hypotheses about these rising events, and I am quite confident that I will be correct in my assumption.

cut short

2005-10-09T20:27:00.000-05:00

Surgeons were forced to remove my left testicle earlier in the week, due to sudden abnormalities that had surfaced since my last physical. Fortunately enough for me the second was unscathed, and I will still be able to procreate, should a need call upon itself. My feelings on the subject have been both miserable yet, otherwise, not overly concerned from the recent events. I retain quasi-mobility in my efforts to walk as of now, however the doctor stated that, in time, both my ability to walk and the full sensation of other mediums should return to whatever normalcy I possibly held before. I consider that to be reliable news and retain confidence in the fact that I should be completely operational in resuming my duties within the near week or so. Until then, I have been instructed to lament from mischievous activities for a while and maintain a heavy ice compact to adhere the mending process…

Pelosi's charge

2005-09-29T20:12:00.000-05:00

Writing has been the last thing on my mind over the past week, and for that I am sorry. Recently, a petition regarding the clone’s has surfaced, which, to my understanding has been authored by none other than Pelosi herself and been in circulation for over a month. It seems that a small minority of clone troopers have been coerced into believing that the word “clone” is somehow degrading to them and by in large a racial epitaph…

The last few days have been spent before a committee discussing, believe it or not, the proper new annunciation of these being’s new title head which must reassure them of “their importance to this empire,” and “the respect they deserve,” according to Pelosi. It appears as though she and her left-winged cohorts feel compelled to champion a cause to gain support of the trooper class by means of generating a podium of hatred towards us and has found her niche. Several troopers were brought before the committee to formerly shed their “slave” titles of “clone” trooper to demand a more suitable title. Unfortunately, we had to entertain these idiots and waste valuable time in doing so just to quell this uncomfortable situation levied against us by Pelosi.

The question was asked of the members of this committee. “What exactly is wrong with the title of clone, considering that is what they are by means of manufacture? Why should this argument even be considered when, in fact, it is only eight troopers out of forty thousand who are upset about it, as well as five committee members, who I personally feel bear fault with these charges?” Of course Pelosi and her crew began their taunts of racial hatred in my part, as well as that of the empire and threatened to incite a riot in the name of equality should the feeling of these workers be taken into consideration. For the peace of the moment, I chose to strike a compromise with the left and give in for now on the name change. Pelosi, being an avid lover of planetary environments stated that she believed nothing was more beautiful but demanded more respect than planetary storms. She so desired to change the name to the aforementioned title, and I at this point no longer cared. Their names have been replaced from “clone” to “storm,” and that is that… for now, anyway.

boody is captured

2005-09-21T09:23:00.000-05:00

It has been a dreadful last few weeks, but finally there is something to celebrate. Mohammed Boody was captured last night after a lengthy search was conducted in the Delta sector of the station. The information had been obtained through several informants over the last week or so, which ultimately paid off. Boody was found cowering in a self-made spider hole armed only with a short-range blaster and about 100,000 empirial credits. The subject offered no resistance and was taken into custody by my officers who took some liberty in having Boody photographed with their squad as a sort of trophy-hunt, which I find acceptable. The SOB should have been shot on sight, but what can you do?

Information on several of Boody’s cell organizations within the tie-fighter community have disturbed me to some extent, and after analyzing the information, it appears to be at its greatest concentration falls within the G.H.E.T.T.O. itself. Pelosi and he band of cronies, all of whom ironically populate the left wing of the committee table, have already started in with their rhetoric. These leftist have already condemned my soldiers for what they consider to be humiliating treatment of this criminal and state that he is to receive humane consideration, for he has been through enough as it is. This fool’s idea of humane treatment towards someone as evil as Boody has come to cross the lines in my opinion, and I have petitioned the Emperor for his assistance in removing Pelosi and her Left-wing band before they can undermine this facility’s security anymore. My position in this organization requires me to do all that is necessary to maintain order and safety within this battle station at all costs. It does not state that I, or the Empire, is to bow down to a small minority who feel mistreated or offended, when, in point of fact, it was their own foolish actions that led to the repercussions of events. Order will be maintained or discipline will be enforced. Pelosi can kiss my a#$.

the missing jawa

2005-09-15T18:08:00.000-05:00

The mutilated corpse of the missing jawa was located today by one of the receptacle monitors overseeing the disposal of trash units. The body had apparently been deceased for some time, given the state of decay it had achieved and the amount of trash continually levied upon it. Sadly enough, reports suggest that it had been somewhat “assaulted,” possibly prior to death, but tests have not specifically concluded so in the matter. It was a very bad idea from the get go to even bring that creature aboard my vessel, but that was what the Sith requested, and, far be it from me to buck the system. Concerning this matter, however, Vader had been extremely reluctant to even admit the thing even existed. To him, apparently, he had allegedly forgotten all about having the creature brought aboard and even denied housing it in his quarters. Regardless, the fact of the matter is that a nude creature was found stuffed in a garbage shoot and left to die by someone harboring an incessant, jealous rage against the poor thing, in my own personal opinion… And we all know where the finger of blame points to in the matter. Coincidentally, the remains were ordered incinerated by an anonymous source, before any further tests were scheduled to have been performed on the creature… Interesting.

a nice break

2005-09-14T09:26:00.000-05:00

Nothing much to report on today. Fortunately, it has been a rather lull and uninteresting morning, which is probably just what the doctor ordered. The events over the past few weeks have taken their toll on me thus far, and I fear that more is yet to come. Currently, I am scheduled to appear and oversee a portion of ground production on the north wing. With these new fighters supposedly arriving from assembly in about two weeks the landing field is in need of completion soon. This, however, is to be done while overseeing several of the Tie-Trooper class who are completing the assembly for their soon-to-arrive crafts. The tensions, needless to say, have grown quite tense, and with the mobilization of their worker’s union and “rights legislation” awaiting confirmation from the senate, I fear that structure is soon to break down within the ranks and anarchy is to follow. My wife bears most of the blame for her part in rousing such animosities from the troops, in her attempt to discredit and have me impeached from office. I’m not the one, however who has chosen a life with an invalid. God, I do so hate the planet Alderan.

It Is Beginning...

2005-09-11T05:36:00.000-05:00

I haven’t been in any kind of mood these last few days to pull together thoughts that could be transposed onto paper, until now. You see my wife has won. Several days ago I was hit with a legal suit over her fiancé’s condition, as well as several new “band wagon” organizations that apparently feel my treatment of the Tie Troopers is unwarranted and racially motivated. WTF? One group in particular, National Association for the advancement of Tie Troopers, or NAATT, which began with certain “self proclaimed” preachers in the Tie community, has charged me with racial genocide.

I don’t understand this animosity, for one, and the utter lack of responsibility taken on their parts to accept the problems caused within this organization at their own doing. I mean, what would any reasonable person conclude when examining the evidence laid out against these particular troopers?

!. They are extremely lazy and refuse to work most of the time.
2. They complain incessantly when they actually do work and take more breaks each hour than allowed.
3. They are highly uneducated, but at their own will, because they refuse to stay in school.
4. They expect the government to supply them with housing, funds, supplemental education, etc.
5. They destroy their habitual living quarters and rarely bathe,.. their hygiene is unacceptable.
6. This group is uncivilized; rioting and fighting one another for no reason, just their nature.
7. Utter lack of respect for authority.
8. They are extremely unmotivated to do anything other than drink, and the list goes on…

I am doing my very best to deal with what I have, and believe just as 99% of my employees do, that it is the best I can. I am being told by some of these organizations, as well as Pelosi that, although these groups hate everything that the Empire stands for, by continuing this kind of enforcement action these Tie Troopers will only begin to hate us more. Rest assured that I WILL NOT be persuaded to change my actions, and will continue to fight for the better of this Empire. If that means eradication of a few, than so be it. As for now, the Emperor has declared sensitivity training for everyone starting next week. This touchy-feely emotional nonsense is going too far.

returning to normal,.. somewhat

2005-09-03T22:09:00.000-05:00

This civil dismay has entered its last phase. With only a small group of bandits still causing havoc, most of the intentional flooding seems to have done the job and quelled the situation. The damage, however, was rather substantial for the meager operation we were attempting to accomplish, but, “que sera, sera.” Whatever will be, will be. The Emperor, although pleased with the outcome, has expressed concern over the method used and has stated he would conduct a fly-over in the next day or two to better survey the total damage to the infrastructure. Overall, I believe the blame rests solely upon Vader. Don’t ask me why. I just consider him suspect in nature, and am beginning to question certain aspects about his behavoir towards this administration. Most disturbing however,.. his jawa has yet to be located.

trooper looting

2005-08-31T20:32:00.000-05:00

Another explosion in the East Wing of the battle station has destroyed most of the quadrant, killing about 36 people. Booty is again the primary suspect behind this new wave of suicide bombings, and he has yet to be located within the mountainous terrain of the storage facility. Worse yet, and showing a complete lack of morality or common decency, the Tie Troopers have begun looting within their own quadrant. This is by far the lowest form of life anyone, including the Tie Troopers, could stoop to.

These cockroaches of human existence have broken into multiple ration-shed storage compartments, as well as those containing housing supplies, frozen goods, weapon depots, and others to name, all because they are the lowest form of life one would ever conceive of cloning. It has become a state of civil unrest, and more of my troops have been called in to maintain order and retrieve the poor and wounded, however they have recently come under blaster fire by these looters who are enjoying this brief state of anarchy. Once I feel we have been able to collect those few troopers who are wounded or still trapped under debris, I shall order the east wing sealed off at all ends. I will then order the water valves open, with hopes of drowning out these few sub-standard forms of life pillaging the area.

As for Booty, several regiments have been dispatched among the surrounding quadrants in a door to door sweep of the area. Given the sheer size of the location, this measure should last no more than a few weeks at the latest.

an unlikely interruption

2005-08-29T15:57:00.000-05:00

The strangest thing happened today, while inspecting the newly-cast hall interiors of our lodging quarters. These new paneling have the ability to withstand close-rang blaster rounds, which, ultimately add to the overall safety of my committee members and other prominent staffers. While in the midst of my work, the strangest little creature came running out of Vader’s quarters, naked, screaming the most god-awful, banshee-like shrieks of terror I have ever heard. There have been reports of such disturbances in this quarter over the last few weeks, but nothing physical was ever witnessed. Only the screams were heard. I thought my men to be somewhat mad at the time. Anyway…

The creature was indescribable. It was only about three feet tall and its skin was so dark that I couldn’t make out any features other than its glowing, yellow eyes. I couldn’t even see the mouth where the intolerable noise was emanating from. The dreadful thing ran right through us and continued down the corridor where we eventually lost sight of it. Trooper 1728, who had been aiding me at the time, stated that from his experience and knowledge of foreign lands, that the creature appeared to be a Jawa,.. and pregnant at that. I tried contacting Vader, but it appeared that he did not wish to answer his door. I did hear him breathing in there, however, and it was somewhat muffled, as if he were trying to hide from me.

urgency abound

2005-08-28T17:06:00.000-05:00

The titanium lifters needed in a crucial portion of this “Death Star’s” planet-killer ray beam arrived yesterday, and the men have been laboring in tremendous efforts to meet the deadline posted. We have also been rapping our heads together to agree upon a new name for the contraption, for, I fear the name I have chosen has become quite the celebrity in talking points around the station, and with much embarrassment I see. I would generally not be pushing so hard on such a project that is years from completion, but with the advent of my soon –to-be ex-wife’s re-emergence on scene, I am strongly anticipating a point in time where I can blow that friggin’ planet of Alderon out of existence.

Recently, my ex has contacted the Senate in regards to the beating laid upon Mitch and his permanent vegetative state. She is fighting to enact a law prohibiting what she feels is discrimination towards her new man, now that he can no longer do any work to support himself. She is demanding the Senate step in and force his former employer, Senator Organa himself, to resume Mitch’s original salary on a permanent basis, even though he can no longer work. I don’t know. Personally, I don’t see the point, but all the more reason to destroy that fu#%ing planet. If they buy in to her lunacy over this whole incident brought on by Mitch, himself, then it is only a matter of time before they look to start drafting his disability out of my salary. Now you understand my urgency to complete this Planet-killer ray beam thing. Those damn Organas!

lavatory horror

2005-08-22T22:10:00.000-05:00

It quickly came to my attention today regarding proper equipment in the men’s lavatory that has yet to be addressed. Most embarrassingly, and equally making me just as angry on a separate note, would be the utter disregard of personal privacy among men when encamped in toilet stalls engaged in private affairs of their own nature. Regardless of my natural reason for needing use of the station’s “high command” lavatory, it is commonly assumed, yet, I dare even say practiced among civilized officers to announce themselves when entering an area of such sensitivity by knocking, or so I thought.

I was already having enough trouble maintaining the stall door with one hand, seeing as how the door latch was broken again, all the while squatting as steadily as one can without risking a mess, when one of my Captains rushed through the main door causing a startling commotion that I was unprepared for. Given the sudden scare, I lost control of the door, which was now rendered fully open, exposing me slightly hovering over the toilet with my pants among my ankles and my left hand suddenly reaching to cover my man-hood. Although I knew what I was doing originally, apparently my semblance to the passing officer sent quite the opposite impression. He stopped, suddenly apologized for interrupting me, and then quickly backed himself out of the room without taking his eyes off of me… I never moved. I was so infuriated that I hunched there motionless for several minutes in my current state reeling about the impression left in that officer’s mind and the rumors that would soon follow… It's not enough that the stress of the last few weeks has become a serious problem with my irregularity, that now I shall have this to contend with, too. Needless to say, the one responsible for the faulty door latch will be found and properly delt with. For now, however, the main lavatory is reserved for my use only.

Slipped through our fingers

2005-08-18T20:19:00.000-05:00

Well, it has happened. I consented to an unannounced grid search within the East Wing on the battle station in a surprise move to uproot Mohammed, and it worked. …or so I thought. The information previously relayed to one of my confidants in the midst of pillow talk was nothing more than a well-planned rouse to get us to bite, and we did,.. hook, line, and sinker. For the man taken into custody was, in fact a Tie Trooper, however he was nothing more than a painted decoy that allowed the real Boody to slip through a previously well-guarded area of risk. Boody has, in point of fact, been freed of our initial perimeter of the inner wing and is now moving into a bordering area heavily stocked with almost “mountainous” clad storage containers which stretch for miles within the station. This area has not been well-mapped, and due to its almost rugged, shielded terrain, Boody can now clad himself in the many make-shift caverns which will take us weeks to find.

Supporters of this criminal are beginning to grow at a steadfast pace within the level of Tie-Troopers, once more. Under my new orders, a new, more educated clone series of these Tie-Class, spirited in the cause of serving the empire as originally intended, are currently engaged in new training, which will allow them to patrol their own kind as soon as possible, permitting a future reduction in the Empire’s best troops in this sector.

Pelosi's Intervention

2005-08-16T12:14:00.000-05:00

Today during a council meeting the subject of prisoner treatment was raised concerning a band or rebels. A number of these rebels had been captured during an assault on one of our planetary properties and are temporarily being detained in make-shift cells, while proper structures are being erected on that planet to house them. It is no secret that once I obtain the information needed from these rebels that they will be properly “processed.” Councilwoman Pelosi has once again attempted to derail our means of operation by suggesting that, although we are at war with these people, they are to be given humane treatment and proper lodgings through out their tenure with us. This raised open debate on the frail lunacies harbored within Pelosi’s little mind by the rest of the council. Pelosi held firm in her convictions against the “tyrannical tirade” she accused this administration of being on and claimed a dialogue was needed with these people, not war. For that, she claimed, will make them hate us all the more … ???

Pelosi’s actions are growing more and more seditious towards this administration, and, short to say, against the Emperor himself. Her evolving lists of micro-managing details concerning her personal agenda to undermine this structure are evermore increasing to a point of heresy, and the Emperor is being made full-aware of this detail. For now, however, Pelosi was remanded into a cell with the rebels she so claimed to care about, who beat her senseless out of shear hatred and left her for dead, after only a few minutes. Troops then carried her to her lodgings to recuperate before the next meeting. I would assume she has learned a valuable lesson.

Hmmmph ??

2005-08-13T21:51:00.000-05:00

Vader's standing has been called into question by several of the troopers, though none will admit to it publicly. It isn't that they aren't afraid of the man, because they most certainly are, it's just that their having to smuggle in a Jawa for the creep really got under their skin. This was especially the case, according to annonymous witnesses, when Vader's breathing rapidly increased in a vile, joyous manner upon taking possession of the ape-like animal thing with a robe,.. I don't know what the hell it is and I fear to think of what it will be for. But, what can you do? I briefly mentioned the awkwardness to him in private, but the bastard actually growled at me. I don't know. Maybe it's just a phase. Hell, for all I know everything's well, and it's simply my imagination running wild as with the troopers. Time will tell... That poor f@^king jawa thing.

Still Stewed

2005-08-12T13:27:00.000-05:00

I’ve been back now for almost two days, yet I haven’t thought of anything else other than Mitch Organa and the brutal thrashing I gave him. My wife even had the nerve to call me this morning and express her so called “outrage” of my actions. She said that she loved him more now than ever, regardless of his quadriplegic state and hated me all the more for it. Mitch’s brother, Senator Organa, even called crying about his brother and leveling accusations against me but was soon reminded of his standing within this Empire and his utter lack of importance thereof… I honestly don’t care what is thought of me right now. Mitch Organa had no business messing with a married woman, especially one married to a friggin’ Moff who has no quam about scuttling his ass… Home wrecker.

My nose is still sore, but at least the swelling has finally started to go down a bit. On the brighter, though lower note, the droids appear to be working out fine, and I seem to have gained somewhat of a “scrapper” reputation among some of my troopers. Time to put my career ahead of me now and get back on track with the construction of the battle station, as well as with the dealings of domestic policy concerning the Tie Troopers and the malevolent Boody. As for Organa’s planet, I will deal with it in time.

A broken heart... and nose

2005-08-10T10:13:00.000-05:00

I have been away from my station for a period of days due to extensive travel with regards to my positional duties, and, I feel, should have been better had I simply stayed at home. Maintenance of this new station has forced my hand at acquiring a series of distinct droids to manage the duties of my now defunct Tie-Trooper class, due to thier lack of motivation and growing apathy towards the empire. I left over a week ago and traveled to several disting planets to view first hand the top models and state of the art prototypes now in circulation

I first made arrival on the panet of Tatoo, or something to that effect, all I know is that it is a miserable place, hot and dry, run by a friggin' slug named Hutt. Needless to say, I was shown nothing of substantial quality with regards to newer droids that could have been used for the purposes I had in mind... We did, however, manage to smuggle out a pet Jawa for Vader. (It was a specific request on his part, and I want no part in knowing why) The people are dilusional from what I witnessed before finally leaving, and, strangely, I was almost ravaged by a moisture farmer who kept yelling "you owe me a beer!" ...so, Jawa in hand, we promptly left.

We arrived on Alderon and spoke with Senator Organa who readily accepted us in and advised that his brother, Mitch, had the droids we were looking for and directed us to his location. Mitch was surprised to see me at his door, needles to say, as was my adulterous wife who came to the door with him somewhat intoxicated and scantily dressed. This was an insult of astronomical ends that I fully intended on dealing with. An argument broke out between us. Mitch claimed that I was no good for her, and that she loved him and the two planned on marrying. He poked fun at my facial features, incinuating a significance to the size of my "manhood." We engaged in a fistic confrontation that ended us both on the ground spinning about in the soil scratching and biting, cussing and spitting, finally being pulled apart. We were seperated and held from one another by several troops, all the while I had to listen to that son-of-a-bi#@* taunting me. He had the fu^#ing nerve to challenge me! ME! Stating, "I ain't afraid of you and will fight you any time, anywhere. You choose the place. Be it here and now," or inciting "You want another target, a military target, then name the fu%#ing system."

I no longer have anything to prove, and I will deal with Alderon in time, just as soon as my battle station becomes fully operational. For now, however, I had my wife stand witness as my troops beat Mitch into a vegitative state and his home burned to the ground. As for Senator Organa, he can go fu#@ himself. I found the droids I needed elsewhere and liberated his entire wherehouse of Alderon-rum which I dispersed among my troops and myself during my trip home.

The Tax Man Cometh

2005-07-28T08:45:00.000-05:00

Today we received our W-2 forms from upper management. Several troopers voiced their concerns over the amount withheld from the federal-empirial government, and I can’t say that I blame them. My form alone shows where over 48% of my overall earnings have been taxed from my net asset and distributed out among various government funded programs. And, although these troopers don’t have families, some of them wish they did and know that under this tax system they would never be able to support one.

I looked into some of the programs being funded by our taxes and shared my findings with representatives from several of the trooper class, with exception of the Tie Troopers who don’t even realize that they are supposed to be paid, so no harm no foul. It was disturbing to find out that the T.T’s were, at one time being compensated, however their utter lack of responsible spending and mismanagement of funds on liquor and spinner rims for the fighters angered the Emperor to the extent of cutting them off. In hindsight, however, this was one of the sparks added to the gasoline leading up to past events. Our tax increases are generating the funds for the empire to manage and build the G.H.E.T.T.O. ‘s as well as generate some form of controllable income known as Service Severance Income, or S.S.I, which is handed out on the first of every month with more funds available through trooper disability claims, if needed. This, of course, is being abused severely by the majority of the Tie Troopers, noting that only about 16% actually consider themselves able to work now due to back problems, job stress, etc…

Notebly so, this has angered many of the true troopes, whom we consider the real backbone of the fleet, and their animosity towards the Tie Troopers has begun to inflate tremendously. There has even been talk among them of unionizing in lieu of the circumstances, which, after I checked, was not found to be treasonous in accordance to galactic law, but merely frowned upon by many employers. We shall see how this is to play out in the future.

a terrible call

2005-07-22T18:56:00.000-05:00

It was a bad call all around. The sheer fall-out of the decision made concerning the troops at hand will be felt for weeks to come, unless we conceal the facts and allude to those less fortunate such as the T.T's as scapegoats. I am prepared to deflect any accusations against me from this horrid event and most assuredly make sure that the blame will be passed away from me to the proper channels. Alas, should this mark a new day in their terrible plight for "equality," I have only my council to blame.
For weeks now I have attempted to maintain order in the East Sector, and have relied on the decisions of the council to work a solution. We have become rather divided on our policies towards the situation, as well as in the hunt for the elusive Mohammed Booty. Given the stance of Pelosi and her fellow cronies, an order was issued to re-establish Empire-Law in the sector without her knowledge and restore order at any cost. This cost was met with challenge at the first approach of my Troopers when entering the sector and rounding the cattle from their bar b q and out of the hallways. My men scaled the picnic tables and disposed of the illegal liquors on premises which utterly enraged the T.T’s to a new level of debauchery. The most horrid ape-like screams were levied against my men and a riot ensued at the behest of those in violation of my command. Action was taken, and my troopers resorted to covering fire which left 32 dead and 4 wounded (which were subsequently killed thereafter)
Needless to say, the method worked and peace has returned to the sector for now. An outcry has risen from Boody in an anonymous statement calling for the rise of more treachery from within their ranks, as well as my death. I fear this man and his intentions and know now that should Pelosi discover our plight my career could be over. But, it was Councilman Gerald’s handling of the air-duct situation, which I personally signed my name to, that, I fear, will draw controversy where it’s not needed. I feel this before the council has time to meet and re-establish the original duct-work plan, which could ruin our contract with Tatooine Air Co. and hurt the Empire's reputation; the original plan had allowed A/C to flow more freely into the boiling room for trooper comfort, which should have been left alone. A truly bad decision, and we knew it. The other will eventually work itself out.

Boody Sighting

2005-07-17T05:42:00.000-05:00

Mohammed Boody was spotted earlier today in the lower-west side of the East End by several loyalists in that sector. Co operation among these people, not withstanding, has been poor, at best, with regards to his capture, but an investigation is conducted nonetheless with each call. A squad of troops moved in on the suspected location of this bastard, but were cut down by a hall-side bomb hidden in a trash recepticle on approach. Two troopers survived the ambush and immidiately opened fire on the angry mob beginning to form around them, which is now drawing criticism from that community and several members of the council, including Pelosi. A letter claiming responsibility from Mohammed was received at my general office and stated, among other things, that the occupation of illegaly obtained land and the oppression of his people will be avenged at any cost.

I have since discovered that Pelosi and crew are attempting to adopt "sensitivity legislation" in order to gain the trust of those people. If this be true, I and the other members of council shall abolish such a bill and move to destroy that population, as my hand is now forced to do. More and more alleged Boody sightings are called in, however they are accompanied by intelligence stating more surprise attacks are waiting in store for the troops, should they enter the sector. This situation is now becoming personal.

council meeting

2005-07-13T09:00:00.000-05:00

Our meeting this morning lasted close to three hours with full, head-on debate in regards to the future of our Tie-Trooper class. It was proposed that the entire race be eradicated from existance for the time being, while a new, more tolerable breed be cloned. We would, of course be without pilots temporarily, but given our overall superiority of the star system, an attack on our station is unlikely. Many chaired the idea but met fierce resistance from several of the other council members who blamed society as a whole for the T.T's behavior, and demanded a special committee be established to look into their accusations of racism. (WTF? Racism, on who's part?)

The debate heated up tremendously after that prompting members to the point of almost physical violence. 90% of the council agreed on an immediate, crime-control action to prevent more subservient behavior in the East region and/or the disposal of the class entirely should they continue to misbehave. Council Woman Pelosi, established herself as an arduent defender of the T.T. class, and led her minority party of the council(4 members) when she stated, "These people have suffered much at the hands of our government and are acting out on black-trooper rage. We must be sensitive to their needs and look into what it is that is making them angry. We must extend our sympathies and our understanding, while, at the same time, denouncing those 'white' troopers who are set in holding them back. This will show our eagerness to help with their transition into a more modern, less-offensive era." WTF?WTF?WTF?WTF?WTF?!!!!!!!!

We finally concluded the session agreeing to some of Pelosi's terms, simply to shut her the F^#K up for now. A survey will be conducted on her behalf to record the level of sensitivity and racial tolerance among the other Clone Troopers for the next few weeks. This will keep her busy for a while, and, as for her future report on the subject, we could give a flying F*#K.

P.S. ... This government has only been around for approximately 2 years, and the clone troopers only about 10. Where the hell are these charges coming from, and are these people just that bloody stupid? It looks to be so.

Newspaper Article

2005-07-12T19:42:00.000-05:00

Empire News Report

...(Two troopers assigned to the East Wing Patrol Bureau were blasted to death while attempting to quell a riot in the G.H.E.T.T.O. The suspected riot was said to have been headed up by a self-appointed leader of the Empirical Tie Trooper class, “Mohammed Ackba Boody,” over what was said to be “trooper discrimination in the work force.” Boody charged the administration and the Galactic Senate with genocide against his previous two ancestors, Trooper 142 and Trooper 361 who are both still alive, and that the treatment of those in serving in black armor is unjust. He claimed they are subject to more work and less pay than the “white troopers,” and is "tired of all the white troopes staring at his people like common criminals."

The disturbance began around 1135 hrs and grew in intensity once, witnesses claimed, Boody promised reparations to all who supported his lunacy. The two brave troopers killed today had been acting on orders to simply disperse the crowd when they were fired upon by an unknown tie trooper who fled and his whereabouts are now unknown. More security immediately arrived on scene and arrested several of the tie troopers for resisting authority and one for lude sexual acts in a nearby corner. Boody, himself, had also fled, and authorities are no searching the area, but are receiving no help, whatsoever from the trooper class occupying the G.H.E.T.T.O.)...

TARKIN: This article was enough to convince me that those living in the G.H.E.T.T.O. are truly barbarians and are now forcing me into a precarious situation. The sheer butchery of fellow troopers over a notion of idiocy is mind-consuming, and, I fear I may never fully understand it at all. I have summoned the council for a meeting on the subject tomorrow. Until then, the P.O.-P.O. have been instructed to continue their search for Boody.

recovery time

2005-07-10T21:24:00.000-05:00

Being couped up in bed all day has been quite relaxing. It is a most welcomed change after the last few days I've had around the station. I lounged around the front living area of my quarters freely and without interruption, just long enough to finish a nice tea, and I was even able to listen to a pleasantly recorded opera over lunch. Alas, some of my duties did require my attention, but it was mere paperwork and reports, nothing too demanding. The Emperor has reluctantly assigned a temp to fill my more steady duties since my proceedure, but only after verifying my doctor's note for his own general purposes. The note only allows me up to three days rest, which I am sure I will not need. However, should I need more, the Emperor has advised that I notify Human Resources and my time will be extended for as long as I need.

when it rains, it pours

2005-07-09T22:52:00.000-05:00

I went to the doctor today, and the news was worse than I had anticipated. After having to undergo the most humiliating treatment imaginable, the doctor verified several bloody masses on my inner colon known as "pollops." They were initially lasered off from my colon, but the doctor stated that routine tests have indicated that my prostate is also enlarged; this is why my erections have beed lacking in strength lately. I was given a steady dose of medicine to counter act the problem, which should begin to sort out these problems in a minimal amount of time. I will be on bed rest for at least a day or two, but have been given a note explaining the situation to my employer for the needed time off. I do not forsee any problem that he might have with this and hope to be back at work soon.

rough morning

2005-07-09T06:04:00.000-05:00

I passed a kidney stone this morning, shortly after getting out of bed around 0545hrs. The dread of this moment has been severe, as was the intense pain of the stone passing through my eurethra. I almost passed out and had to call for a guard to aid me in standing through the process, which he did dilligently. To add insult to injury, aside from passing a stone, I found a small trace of blood in my stool, which can mean only one thing. I will set an appointment with my personal doctor this afternoon to schedule an exam, and I will report on it later.

setting an example

2005-07-06T10:43:00.000-05:00

Although things on a professional level are shaping up well, the tensions among the classes of clone troopers have begun to worsen. A group of T.T's are now up in arms like a band of rabid space gorillas over a letter they claimed to have found in the mess hall with a hand-drawn picture dictating their "class" of trooper in a degrading manner. The letter draws my suspicion, however, due to the fact that the picture itself is very poorly drawn and the words above it, "Stoopid Black Trupers," were horribly misspelled, leading me to believe that the letter, in fact, was done up by their own hands.

I am not understanding the attitudes being generated by these spcific troopers, or why they are so angry towards everyone else. Their behavior is inciting a strong dislike, however, among the other sects of troopers who are going out of their own ways to be sensitive to these unknown "needs" being raised by those in the G.H.E.T.T.O. I have since explained to the head trooper over the T.T's, Mark 9132, that his accusations warrant no investigation, and that I considered the incident to be a false claim. He was not happy and continued to claim that, for some reason, it was the color of his uniform influencing my decision and not logic.

Mark 9132 was ordered hanged shortly afterwards for insolence and strung up on a bulkhead in public view by members of my elite squad of P.O.P.O's. The matter is now closed.

Sagging on theEast Side

2005-07-02T22:28:00.000-05:00

I did not realize just how much of a F&(KING bastard those FU*!ING Tie Piolots really were, until today. How hard is it to say, "Yes, sir," to a simple FU^#ING request to pull up the trousers of your duty-fu*)ing armor instead of letting it sag around your ass making you look rediculous? Apparently, this is getting to be a common fad in the G.H.E.T.T.O. with the T.T.'s and is looked upon as,"COOL" in their poorly-educated community. More and more lately I am seeing the beginnings of a portion of this empire's society separating itself from the norm, trying to establish some form of idiotic identity. This is starting to anger both myself and the real troopers(the white ones)who work hard at their assignments, as well as their education trying to better themselves and the Empire.

I am starting to grow tired of this attitude and have since disciplined the specific piolot, as well as doumented the incident for the Emperor to examine. The P.O.-P.O.'s have been fully instructed to enforce the "no-sagging policy" on any trooper wishing to claim his so called heritage-right, whatever the hell that means. Bloody-Fu#*ing T.T.'s.

summary of my first week

2005-07-01T17:08:00.000-05:00

All in all, not too bad. Aside from a few minor incidents, I feel that is was not a total loss and some work was actually done around here. My initial set of requirements have been met and completed, and I can now focus my attention on troop morale and the equipment needed to maintain a good working establishment. Also, I was able to begin a candidate selection process for my first governor appointee with some time acrued from the extra hours I've put in catching up on assignments.

An arrest was made in the murder of trooper 27491, previously mentioned in another text, and the party responsible confessed. I will say, however, that even though there was some passive resistance by a majority of the T.T's, they all minded the chain of command and all is relatively quiet now. I have begun the process, as well, into the recriutment of some of my most highly-trained insurgent troopers to form a special "empirial law-enforcement" squad to keep order around the station... especially in the East Sector. The G.H.E.T.T.O.

These squads of Physical Operatives of Palpatine's Order, or (P.O.-P.O.) will conduct daily patrols enforcing whatever needs they see fit to maintain the order I expect. They will report to myself and to the superiors I choose, which will be determined as the progam grows closer to completion. I expect it to be a success and that problems will soon cease.

scandal

2005-06-27T23:19:00.000-05:00

I had one of my ranking senior generals arrested today and he will face proper repremand, I can assure. As is custom, a group of newly-aged clones all around 12 years of growth, arrived to take a tour of the grandest fascility in the galaxy where most of them will probably be stationed in the future. The had all just started their lunch in the mess hall, after seeing several of the better sectors, when General Jackson manipulated his way into luring several of the boys into a side room for, what he now claims was just to "test their resolve." WTF? I don't have a clue as to what that means. Luckily, one of my steadfast troopers saw the danger and broke rank to inform us, stopping anything beyond Jackson's administering of his so-called "Force Juice" to the younglings which was already beginning to drunken them.

On a separate note, however. Upon the physical detainment of the general, several T.T's harboring together close by began diputing the way those "white troopers," as they said, were handling the suspect,.. claiming it had something to do only with the fact that Gen. Jackson was wearing a black uniform. This has got to be the strangest f*c$ing week I've ever had.

back on track

2005-06-27T21:48:00.000-05:00

Today I met with members of the empirialist board and discussed the future of our Hydrogen Converters needed for survival, but what are beginning to be seen as far too expensive. So, after taking the advice of a fellow board member, it was voted on unanimously that new water-evaporation technology found on a relatively close planet will be looked into in the future.

I sent a memo to the Emperor concerning the lack of healthy- lighting within the station itself and the sombering effects it is having on some of my troops... I can only assume, this far, that this is the reasoning behind some of the trooper's behavior, and I have put together a committee to further investigate my suspicions.

My work is coming to find its routine, and I can only assume that it will be uphill from here on out. Every outpost has its perspective problems, and, I know things started off on the wrong foot, but I feel confident about this arrangement.

the east side of things

2005-06-26T21:38:00.000-05:00

I took a walk through the East Side of the battle station this afternoon and was disturbed at the lack of self-respect these Tie-Troopers were exhibiting. Needless to say, they respected my rank and my position, but I have to admit feeling a little embarassed upon walking up on one who happened to be drunk and urinating on a bulkhead, in public view. He was immediately ordered into custody by my guards, and, upon doing so, I could sense a strange atmospheric change in attitude by the other Tie-Troopers. ( I shall refer to them as T.T.'s for short) But, nevertheless, they appeared to stand their rank, in file, yet exhuberated a controlled anger towards my officers.

This serves as an example to me, being my first initial contact with their sector, that these T.T's are not normal. I shall write to the Emperor, himself, and update him on my growing suspicions. Also, I will charter an investigation to check on the cloning process, itself, in regards to the breeding of T.T's.

trouble on the horizon

2005-06-26T09:38:00.000-05:00

We had our first homicide on board today, involving a lowly clone trooper who apparently wandered into the "wrong side" of the battle station. The East Side wing has recently been housing more and more of the Tie-Pilot Troopers in the newly renovated "government housing sector," and we have henceforth been receiving unimaginable complaints about their area ever since. This is fascinating. The galaxy has never known this type of behavior, however these pilot-troopers are becoming what I have determined as, self-segregating, and are clearly growing evermore intolerable of authority. This will stop, I assure you.

There have been no reported witnesses to the soldier's death, and more frustratingly than that, these "Tie-Troopers" are unwilling to be cooperative, even though they have all been BREAD to be obedient! The only statements made were quite confusing to me: "Their white armor ain't wanted 'round here," is all one pilot conjected. What does that mean? These troopers are all CLONES of the same individual; they all receive the same standard government training, " although, I can't help it if the Tie-Pilots refuse to fully work at their education, rather than spend most of their time playing hyper-ball or something." But now I am hearing that they are becoming organized and demanding the same equality as the other "white" clones.

The Tie-Troopers wear black uniforms which separate them from the others, so what? This will not change. Each division begets a different uniform design signifying their particular duties in the empire. I will, however be putting together a special task force to keep watch over the Government's Housing Equality and Tie -Trooper Outpost, or, as I call it, G.H.E.T.T.O. for short to ensure the empire's law remains supreme and that it will be adhered to.

Back to Work

2005-06-25T23:06:00.000-05:00

I don't even have the energy to correctly enter this into log. I have missed the last day of work and have fallen so far behind on my paperwork, because my ex-wife showed up out here causing her usual bullsh%#. Getting word of my new position in the empire, she obviously assumes that her alimony will now increase,... We all know it will, given the way the empirial courts side with that specific gender on almost every damn thing nowadays. Lord, how I wish I could of just been born gay.

Vader's Surprise Visit

2005-06-22T23:27:00.000-05:00

Dear Galactic Diary,

I am ashamed of myself, and feel that I have allowed the recent stressors of my new job to overrun my natural judgement and sense of humor. Today, as I was completing my necessary paperwork in my office, I was startled when my seat slid away from my desk and I was levetated over two feet into the air and suspended for several moments. It wasn't until I heard Vader laughing from behind my closed office door that I realized what was going on, and I was not amused. As if that weren't enough, after that, it appeared as though he was taking pleasure in pushing my buttons about my current "arrangments" as he put it, almost as if he knew how I was feeling about my recent experiences here.

I, shamefully, erupted at him verbally, exclaiming that at least I still had appendages that I could call my own, and that I did not require the aide of a portable iron lung to help me breathe. I think that I might have gone overboard with those comments and have felt bad ever since he left my office with nothing more to say and somewhat emotional. I will appologise to him, when next we meet. I know now that he was only trying to be friendly and was simply playing around to "break the ice." ... But he made me so freaking mad at the time. I will try to be understanding in the future.

Arrival

2005-06-22T22:04:00.000-05:00

Dear Galactic Diary,

This just pisses me right the hell off! Not only was I not given the proper treatment upon my initial arrival this afternoon, but come to find out the office reserved for me, "The Grand Moff," was moved from the 12,317th floor, as originally promised, to the bloody 11,692nd floor! Worse yet, it is a corner office, poorly illuminated with an ivy plant resting on the room's only table. My room is gray all around, missing several ceiling tiles, and is without a space window to view the galaxy. I'm sure that this is either someone's idea of a joke or a just a test.

It took me a while to come to terms with the arrangments, but, all in all, I will set the example to my troops and complete my duties as Grand Moff. Unfortunately, however, given the time spent moving my things in today, and my constant confusion of repeatedly going to the wrong floor after each trip to my shuttle,I was unable to begin swaping out the staplers and paper as instructed earlier by lord Vader. This I will get on first thing tomorrow, I promise.

P.S. I think that I have begun picking up on what appears to be mild tensions between certain groups of clone troopers towards each other. I will be monitoring this closely in the future.

Minor Setback

2005-06-22T08:55:00.000-05:00

Dear Galactic Diary,

I'm do to receive my new office in only a matter of hours but have already been given my first task. A memo posted from Vader, himself, has explained to me that I am to retrieve all staplers on board the battle station, as well as all blank stationery and replace them with ones having been given the galactic seal. This makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, and, if true, will keep me from my professional duties for the better half of over two weeks. This battle station is only 22% complete, but is scheduled to have a circumference of approximately 11,000 miles. WTF? I will, however, do my solemn duty no matter how juvenile the order may seem, but will assuredly make sure that further demands are posted through my subordinates and not asked directly of me.

First Day in Office

2005-06-22T00:29:00.000-05:00

Dear Galactic Diary,

Today is the first day of my new career in the Galactic Empire. I have just been promoted, and I am proud to say that I will no longer be going as Wilhuff, having taken the title of, Grand Moff, given to me by none other than the Emperor himself. I am proud to say that my acomplishments within this organization are finally being brought to fruition. I take control of the new battle station tomorrow at noon and look forward to completing it, as scheduled, and henceforth governing the outer region with due regard for the interest of the empire.

I am, however, compelled to state my concern over the Emperor's newly constructed "friend," known simply as Vader. He his rather robust and somewhat striking, but I feel that he mocks me ever so slightly under his face shield. Whatever bond they have, I assure you that I have no intention of coming between. Nevertheless, tomorrow promises to be an exciting day, and I look forward to receiving my new office.

the tax man cometh

1996-07-28T08:15:00.000-05:00

Today we received our W-2 forms from upper management. Several troopers voiced their concerns over the amount withheld from the federal-empirial government, and I can’t say that I blame them. My form alone shows where over 48% of my overall earnings have been taxed from my net asset and distributed out among various government funded programs. And, although these troopers don’t have families, some of them wish they did and know that under this tax system they would never be able to support one.

I looked into some of the programs being funded by our taxes and shared my findings with representatives from several of the trooper class, with exception of the Tie Troopers who don’t even realize that they are supposed to be paid, so no harm no foul. It was disturbing to find out that the T.T’s were, at one time being compensated, however their utter lack of responsible spending and mismanagement of funds on liquor and spinner rims for the fighters angered the Emperor to the extent of cutting them off. In hindsight, however, this was one of the sparks added to the gasoline leading up to past events. Our tax increases are generating the funds for the empire to manage and build the G.H.E.T.T.O. ‘s as well as generate some form of controllable income known as Service Severance Income, or S.S.I, which is handed out on the first of every month with more funds available through (Trooper Disability Claims,) if needed. This, of course, is being abused severely by the majority of the Tie Troopers, noting that only about 16% actually consider themselves able to work now due to back problems, job stress, etc…

The truth is starting to surface now, and the real backbones of the Clone Trooper class are angry and harbor even mare animosity towards the Tie Troopers. Notably so, they are also bringing talk of possibly unionizing in leiu of these circumstances against the Empire, which, after I checked was not found to be held treasonous according to galactic law only frowned upon by majority of employers. Only time will tell as to how this will eventually play out.