Day 24 - . I have something to show you.. it's a secret of mine.
Pellaeon walked into the Grand Admiral's office, a smile upon his face. He is feeling especially triumphant today, especially since he woke up and looked in the mirror, only to find that - something - looked different. He looked up at the Grand Admiral, who was at this moment staring out at the stars. Pellaeon for once, was not afraid of his flabby ass.
"Sir, I am here, as were your orders." he spoke into the dimly lit room. No response. "Sir?" He spoke again, in a questioning tone of voice. "Are you alright?"
Slowly, Thrawn turned around to face Pellaeon.
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you." he answered in a low voice, almost a whisper. "I'm quite surprised in you, Captain. You've proven yourself to be much more determined than I once thought. Tell me, has your goal been reached?"
"Well, actually, yes Sir it has been reached."
"Good. Did you know that conquering a physical problem like that takes a great amount of will power and concentration? Not all -humans- can do that. Take the other officers for example. It's been two weeks since I started that new excercise routine, and not one of them has shown signs of improvement. I am quite disappointed with them."
"Well Sir, I think that in order for them to succeed, they must -want- to look better, feel better, and so on."
"I agree, which is why I brought you in here. I have something to show you.. it's a secret of mine, and it has been for over three years now. Please, have a seat" Thrawn waved Pellaeon over to a sofa he never knew existed, until now. Pellaeon sat, and watched in wonder as the Grand Admiral turned on his holographic art gallery. Thrawn seemed to be having a bit of trouble finding the right holograms, however.
"Uh, do you need any help Sir?" Pellaeon asked.
"No, that's quite alright, I think I just found the right collection."
Pellaeon looked around at all the holograms, and dropped his jaw in surprise. Are those... bums? He asked himself, and quickly turned his gaze towards Thrawn.
"What is this? Some sort of joke? These are.. pictures of... your ass!"
"Yes yes, I'm quite aware of that." Thrawn sighed, and sat down in his command chair. "I know it's a bit much, but I just can't help it if I have such a well shaped posterior."
Pellaeon nodded, not knowing what to say.
"I'll make you an offer, Captain. If you let me gather pictures of your own posterior for my collection, I will promote you to Admiral."
"Umm.. well... sure why not, but aslong as I get a copy of the collection!"
"Will do."
Pellaeon stood in the centre of the bridge, looking out at the stars. His expression was blank, but his mind was racing with thoughts. He heard a movement behind him, and slowly turned to face the man that was standing behind him.
"Sir?" The man asked, "Do you have any further orders, or should I go back to my usual duties?"
"You may leave, I have no more orders for you this evening." replied Pellaeon, with a grim satisfaction.
"If I may Sir, I have one thing I woud like to say."
"Yes? Go ahead, I'm listening."
"You do have a rather nice posterior, it's quite likeable, really."
Pellaeon grinned, and looked down at the man.
"Why Thank You, Captain." Pellaeon grined, and turned back to the stars. Wow.He thought. A nice ass definatly has its advantages.
The End
Pellaeon walked into the Grand Admiral's office, a smile upon his face. He is feeling especially triumphant today, especially since he woke up and looked in the mirror, only to find that - something - looked different. He looked up at the Grand Admiral, who was at this moment staring out at the stars. Pellaeon for once, was not afraid of his flabby ass.
"Sir, I am here, as were your orders." he spoke into the dimly lit room. No response. "Sir?" He spoke again, in a questioning tone of voice. "Are you alright?"
Slowly, Thrawn turned around to face Pellaeon.
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you." he answered in a low voice, almost a whisper. "I'm quite surprised in you, Captain. You've proven yourself to be much more determined than I once thought. Tell me, has your goal been reached?"
"Well, actually, yes Sir it has been reached."
"Good. Did you know that conquering a physical problem like that takes a great amount of will power and concentration? Not all -humans- can do that. Take the other officers for example. It's been two weeks since I started that new excercise routine, and not one of them has shown signs of improvement. I am quite disappointed with them."
"Well Sir, I think that in order for them to succeed, they must -want- to look better, feel better, and so on."
"I agree, which is why I brought you in here. I have something to show you.. it's a secret of mine, and it has been for over three years now. Please, have a seat" Thrawn waved Pellaeon over to a sofa he never knew existed, until now. Pellaeon sat, and watched in wonder as the Grand Admiral turned on his holographic art gallery. Thrawn seemed to be having a bit of trouble finding the right holograms, however.
"Uh, do you need any help Sir?" Pellaeon asked.
"No, that's quite alright, I think I just found the right collection."
Pellaeon looked around at all the holograms, and dropped his jaw in surprise. Are those... bums? He asked himself, and quickly turned his gaze towards Thrawn.
"What is this? Some sort of joke? These are.. pictures of... your ass!"
"Yes yes, I'm quite aware of that." Thrawn sighed, and sat down in his command chair. "I know it's a bit much, but I just can't help it if I have such a well shaped posterior."
Pellaeon nodded, not knowing what to say.
"I'll make you an offer, Captain. If you let me gather pictures of your own posterior for my collection, I will promote you to Admiral."
"Umm.. well... sure why not, but aslong as I get a copy of the collection!"
"Will do."
Pellaeon stood in the centre of the bridge, looking out at the stars. His expression was blank, but his mind was racing with thoughts. He heard a movement behind him, and slowly turned to face the man that was standing behind him.
"Sir?" The man asked, "Do you have any further orders, or should I go back to my usual duties?"
"You may leave, I have no more orders for you this evening." replied Pellaeon, with a grim satisfaction.
"If I may Sir, I have one thing I woud like to say."
"Yes? Go ahead, I'm listening."
"You do have a rather nice posterior, it's quite likeable, really."
Pellaeon grinned, and looked down at the man.
"Why Thank You, Captain." Pellaeon grined, and turned back to the stars. Wow.He thought. A nice ass definatly has its advantages.