Colonel Thunder arrived on the Bridge­fuming and bitchy, which could only mean one thing­Dark Side Adumari Sith PMS. It would probably be best if she just shut herself up into her cabin suite for a couple of days, but why spare the rest of the Siths. She gazed out through the Big Ass Viewport and considered rolling down the Big Ass TV Monitor Screen to watch a movie. One of the crewers interrupted her train of thought,

"Colonel Thunder, how may I serve you?"

Thunder suppressed a chuckle and all of the ways that the young crewer with the Super Star Destroyer Seriously Sexy Dude could meet her list of needs, "What movies have we stolen--uh, acquired from our recent travels?"

The crewer pulled up the list on his datapad, "New additions to our movie folder include the following: Spaceballs, Mystery Science Theater 3000: The Movie, Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me, Lost in Space, Titan AE, Luke Skywalker: Jedi Knight or Mass Murderer, A Tale of Two Hostile System Governments in the Midst of Intrasystem War, When Good Pets Go Bad, When Ewoks Attack, The Lost Files of-"

"Stop! Load When Good Pets Go Bad and roll down the Big Ass TV Monitor Screen," Thunder snapped as she plopped down into the black leather command chair. She watched as the Big Ass TV Monitor Screen rolled down to cover over the romantic spread of the vacuum of space outside the Big Ass Viewport. The screen powered up and she, along with the Bridge crewers, had the pleasure of the BaronReno's Big Ass Screen Saver, which featured BaronReno's big ass. She reached down to pull the command chair's lever to flip up the foot rest and lean back. The chair's sidearm cooler compartment opened to reveal a nice supply of Whyren's Reserve.

Colonel Thunder and the entire Bridge were just really getting into the movie when the Bridge blast doors slid open. Palin, Sith Eight, strolled over to Thunder,

"Lead--uh, I mean Two, do you have a moment?"

Thunder growled as she paused the movie and turned to Palin, "This better be a lot more important than Jace belching on the Bar Deck! What is it?"

"Well, I was doing some slicing of various system's links and came across this encoded transmission. Well, not encoded anymore courtesy of yours truly." Palin handed Thunder a datapad bursting with fruit flavor-information.

Thunder scrolled through endless virtual pages of text while wondering if the message had been typed and coded by the infamous Tommy G. Few sentient entities were capable of rambling on and on. Reno had certainly been one--WAIT!! Could this be?! Thunder fell back into the black leather chair,

"Palin, do you think this is a rambling message from Baron Reno?"

"A very good possibility. At first, I assumed that it was from the infamous Tommy G. However, if you notice, the self gloating isn't as plagiarized as it should be for Tommy G's style. So, I am thinking that this is either from the Baron Reno or another trap." Palin proudly took the datapad and removed the datacard. She popped this into the port that directed the text onto the Big Ass TV Monitor Screen and began explaining the many elements of why the message might be from Baron Reno.

After a good laugh was had by all on the Bridge, Thunder ordered the Comm Officer to inform the Siths that they needed to meet in Thunder's personal briefing room immediately. Palin glanced over at Thunder, "We seem to be meeting in there more and more. First, for the 'Jen-lost-her-snubbie' mission and now this one."

"Cut the chatter, Eight. Get to my briefing room," Thunder swooshed off the Bridge Deck.

It didn't take Thunder long at all to reach her private briefing room, which was attached to her personal cabin. She had recently remodeled the room to include a lovely wooden table made from some type of Ithorian tree stock. Of course, the wood had been poached from the most sacred forestsbut, like they say, you can't see the forest for the trees. It had a lovely dark sheen to it and, so impressed was Thunder, she also decided to panel the walls. Her wondrous, and ever growing blastsword collection, was displayed along both lengths of the room. A nice sized viewport was at the opposite end of the room from the door. Thunder smiled. This was also the private and secret meeting chambers of the Sith Chick Coalition, which was a subsidiary of Sith Squadron. A projection screen was still shut down over the viewport window, which read: Revenge, Sithdom, Womanhood... HOT women putting lightsabers into things, maiming them, and killing them. The rest of the Siths, including the traditional male Siths, would be there shortly. Thunder turned to Digger who was plugged into a terminal that controlled all the features of the room,

"Digger, switch the viewport screen back to NORMAL VIEW, please."

Digger hooted his compliance. The screen turned back to a dark wooden color and rolled up into the ceiling, leaving behind a beautiful and tranquil scene of space.

The door chime of the briefing room rang out: Put you in the Bitch Transformer! Thunder smiledshe loved her MST3K Briefing Room Door Chime. She punched the door control panel and the doors swooshed open. The rest of Siths, excluding Jace Sidrona, entered the room and sat down around the table. Thunder glanced out into the corridorno one. She stepped back into the room and noticed the JeniViolet was standing at the head of the table with her back to the viewport. Thunder took up her proper position of the Executive Officer, which was at the opposite end of the table.

JeniViolet remained standing, "Well, before Colonel Thunder begins, I have a brief and important announcement to make. Jace Sidrona received what he believed to be a distress call from Nuprin Karnes. As you know, Nuprin Karnes vanished at the same time as Baron Reno. Jace left immediately in one of the Stealth shuttles to scope out the origin of the distress call--"

Sith Rick stood up pointing out the viewport window and shouted, "--there goes Jace in the new shuttle now!"

Star, Sith Nine, rolled her eyes, "There goes a stupid, stupid man."

JeniViolet motioned for silence, "Anyways, he will update us on what he finds as soon as possible. In his absence, I have been given back command of Sith Squadron and you will address me accordingly. Now, my apologies Colonel Thunder, please proceed." JeniViolet sat down.

"Thank you, Lead. Palin also found a transmission. One that seems to have the same style and coding patterns of Baron Reno. Palin, if you would please insert the datacard into the projection device. Digger, please switch from NORMAL VIEW to Table Projection View."

Small holos of the message appeared in front of each of the Siths. For the next three hours, they read through the endless virtual pages of babble. Finally, Narska Plo'kre could take no more, "That's it! I can take no more of this crap! Can we please move on to the briefing-this is the briefing room isn't it".

JeniViolet scowled at the Bothan, "I believe we have all read enough of the document to continue on to the next move. Colonel Thunder?"

"Certainly, thank you, Lead. I would like to suggest that we send out a small task force to investigate this transmission--with Lead's permission of course."

JeniViolet nodded her head, "That would be excellent. Suggestions as to who should go on this investigation?"

Thunder stood up, "I would like to send the following Siths, due to their experience and Force talents: Palin (Sith Eight) for her slicing capabilities and her ability to read minds. Skate (Sith Ten) because of her extreme survival capabilities from growing up on Toprawa and her Force enhanced strength feats--the running and the leaping and such. Seven (Sith Seven) for his past experiences and his strong ability to sense danger along with bits of the future. Star (Sith Nine) will also be going with the group because she can heal the wounded or destroy the cellular structure of enemies when conventional weapons are not the best choice. Any comments?"

Silence prevailed until JeniViolet stood up, "Excellent choices. Palin, you will have command of this investigative team, understood?"

"Affirmative, Lead."

JeniViolet stretched her arms to the ceiling, "On that note, I think we are done. The investigative team should be out of here in one standard hour. The rest of us are to resume normal activities and assist in sharing the duties of the those leaving the SSD. Dismissed."

The Siths flooded out of the room and headed straight to the Bar Deck to erase the past three hours and to say farewells to those leaving.

Continued...