Exploring the Ship, Part Deus

At dinner, the Admiral and I sat and talked about little things.  During this time, Emporer Chihuahua continually interrupted me with his usual commentary.  He was persistent I avoid the Admiral at all costs, and I assurred him that everything was going to be fine.  The interesting point in the conversation was when I asked about if Vader knew of my presence and if the Admiral was serious in his previous nights' commentary that I was his prisoner on the ship.  He denied that these were accurate, but Emporer Chihuahua insisted there was possibly some truth in the matter, and to remain on edge. 

I requested to see the War Room, since only high ranking officials were allowed in.  During our stroll there, the Admiral told me about his early years of military service and childhood.  It appeared that he went into the Academy and it was during a cantina fight that Vader took him on as his second-in-command, after the Orloff incident (I think I misspelled that, but you get the idea).  Anyways, the Admiral is an orphan whose adoptive family perished or are somehow missing.  I was moved by such a lonely childhood, that I couldn't help but to feel compassion for him. 

During our stroll, Emporer Chihuahua continually requested my attention.  It was difficult to maintain my cover, stay focused, and listen to his little musings.  He threatened to destroy the Admiral's quarters if I did not return immediately, and I assume this is going to be how it is all going to happen from this point out.  Emporer Chihuahua takes his job incredibly seriously, and for that I give him great respect.  But his slightly nastier snarky side definitely showed through tonight. 

After a brief tour of the war room, I saw the master computer.  That is what I need to hack in order to obtain the Death Star blue prints, but access into the room is difficult without a high ranking official present, much less the security codes.  The technology the Empire has surpasses anything the Rebellion has, and I almost let it slip.  The Admiral appeared to catch me in the slip up before I excused myself for the evening. 

Upon returning to the Admiral's quarters to retrieve Emporer Chihuahua, I did find one of the Admiral's boots gnawed upon.  I would offer to muzzle the little guy, but I think he and I both reached an understanding.  Never put an Empire-themed sweater on the dog.  I shall order a new set of boots for the Admiral tomorrow when I return to my office.