"Here, we took a vote and think this might be something new to try,"
Kendra exclaimed, dropping the white body armor to the Gen's desk.

"Pardon?" The General remarked as he looked up, catching the chest plate
before it slid off his desk to the floor. "Is it happy hour already?"

Raising a brow and narrowing her gaze. "No...yes, so hurry up and get
dressed so you can parade around in that whole storm trooperish get up.
We've a drawing to get to as well to see who wins peeling you out of
that thing, too."

The General ran a hand across his face and sighed as he watched his
secretary leave. "What the blazes have they been doing now?"

"Has he changed yet?" The Dean could be heard asking impatiently from
the outer office. "Yo, Obi-Wan, you need some help slipping into that
thing?" She shouted before barging through the door.