Okay, so there I am, minding my own business on patrol when I’m approached by this doey-eyed young officer in my Unit, TD-9285. The kid’s got a decent head on his shoulders, so I stop Stewie, nod in greeting, and hear what he has to say.
He says there’s going to be some sort of Public Relations thing coming to our neck of the dunes soon, and that the ISO is going to be here. I blink. The ISO, if you’ve never heard of it, is the Empire’s answer to the USO, and it’s filled with some gorgeous gals who serve the Empire by making certain troopers keep a smile on our faces while we’re kicking down doors… Not that I don’t already usually have a smile on my face when I’m kicking down a door, but still. The chance to see the ISO girls always gets my attention. So now I’m practically drooling in my bucket when TD-9285 drops a bomb on me.
In order to get to see the girls, I have to show that I’m a positive influence on the locals, and a good upstanding representative of the Imperial fighting man. Well, duh. This is ME we’re talking about here. A good representative of the Empire? Hell, I AM the Empire as far as most are concerned! He recognizes the blank stare I give him as my silent testimony to this fact and explains that com kills aren’t what he means.
He wants me to pay a visit to the Stormtrooper Training Academy to look over the troops and say a few words of encouragment, so I do…..
The young troopers look like they could give the olympic team a run for their money
And after hearing about it on Wing’n it, nice to see the ladies of the ISO.
I don’t ever want to hear you go on about how the Fleet Troopers get all the gravy jobs! Thirteen…you luck bastard!
TK-2035 out!
Ummm.. YOU were there with me at the ISO show, you nimrod! Yeesh.