Imperial Scouts Zerl and Tregg stood aboard the Xaldoran flagship. Specifically, they stood in the command cabin of the Supreme Fleetlord, himself. This was hardly the first time they’d been here, but it might very well be the last.
The Fleetlord growled as he viewed the image on his command console.
"I don't even care to hear explanations. It's one thing to expend lasers burning asinine patterns into fields. But a...what IS that?!...a Buick dropped on them is beyond idiocy! Our agents are scrambling to discredit this but it won't be easy. Shore leave is officially cancelled as of NOW!"
This story was written for BlogFlash2012 Day 22: On Holiday