Ok so I set up a kind of unofficial view-cap where I would post a sequel to this story. And I long eclipsed that cap and have been working on this idea for a bit. I hope you enjoy! -Cloaked Writer.

Commander Faro had thought she had seen it all. She had witnessed Admiral Thrawn pull victory from certain defeat on more than one occasion, and seen his aid in the middle of utter chaos of another kind, and had only been able to dig himself out of that blasted kitchen with her help.

This just about put all that to shame

She had been writing up her report, and had been debating on whether or not to include the mention of Wookie slaves on her report of the Sempre and the attack of Landsend Twenty-Six. Deciding on the word 'Prisoners', she submitted her report to high command.

Her stomach growled ferociously.

She was used to such hunger, but she had missed the last meal in order to finish these datawork files.

God, a sandwich couldn't hurt.

The troops were mostly asleep, or playing cards in the various break rooms and bars. The canteen should be largely devoid of crew, if not empty at all.

The droid should have plenty of time to help her with making a meal.

She was correct in one of her assumptions; the canteen was almost entirely devoid of crew save for one significant member.

But the droid was occupied.

None other than her own superior officer, Admiral Thrawn, stood within the premises of the kitchen ordering a disgruntled cooking droid to do his bidding.

[sir, I am programmed in over seventy thousand world's culinary foods] the droid said in a monotone voice.

[But I have never heard of the dishes you describe.]

"They are staples within that region of Wild Space, and are made from specific grains grown and harvested on stalks, in addition to Nerf meat and other vegetables such as Csilla beans. I have the recipe..."

[I am sorry, Admiral. But I can only cook Imperial Registered Culinary Items. Perhaps your Aid-de-Camp would prefer something else?] the droid asked, cocking it's smooth, featureless head in a mimicking motion of questioning.

"I can help you, Admiral." Faro called, leaning against the counter separating the canteen from the kitchens.

Thrawn looked at her with fresh surprise, before a light smile stole its way upon his face.

"Thank you, commander. The recipe should be fairly simple. I will work on the... ground cereals." he said, unable to find the correct word for the yellowish flour, or else it was a grain-meal.

Eli was exhausted.

He had just been digging for seven hours on information on the Empire's supposed 'big project', that needed all of the ore and labor to build. He stepped inside his quarters, greeted with the familiar stacks of data cards and data pads. However, his desk had been altered slightly. the cards had been moved, and a large dome had been placed in the center.

Eli stiffened, approaching the dome slightly, before smiling as he lifted it.

Cornbread and Chillie His favorite from back home on Lysatra.

beside the warm bowl of chillie sat a hologram disk. He activated it, and the image of Admiral Thrawn appeared.

"Happy Birthday Lieutenant. Apologies for the secrecy, but I wished to return the favor. I hope you enjoy your meal."

The hologram turned, as if to leave, before stopping and looking back to Eli.

"Oh, and Commander Faro sends her happy regards as well." he said with a small smile, before the recording ended.

Grinning ear to ear, Eli keyed on his comlink.

"Commander Faro, I have important matters to discuss in my office, if you have the time I would be most appreciative." he said, trying not to let his glee into his voice.

After receiving confirmation from his commander, he hailed Admiral Thrawn.

"Sir, I need to speak to you in my office, could you head on down? I don't want to leave this unattended."

Within five minutes, the two superior officers entered, confusion written on their faces.

"Sorry for the deception, Commander, Admiral. But I have quite a bit of Chillie and Cornbread here, and I could use a hand." he said with a grin, gesturing to the two chairs in front of his desk, and the matching bowls in front of them.

ayyy thats all folks! Maybe I'll do a bunch of fanfics for all the character's birthdays in the future. But until then, this one is finished :) Cloaked Writer out.