Re: Declaration of Rebellion
"You must always consider your actions carfeully, padowan," Mits was warned by her master, "Especially when feeling strong emotions. Even an outburst of positive emotion that seems perfectly innocent could end with regret."
"What?" Mits answered her teacher, "That makes no sense. Give me one good example."
"Well... Suppose you're enjoying a sandwich in a canteena in an Empire controlled space station. Then you hear about a star destroyer getting captured by rebels because the commander fell for a simple trick. While you may be tempted to burst out laughing, such a slip could blow your cover and get you in serious trouble."
"That... makes way more sense than the 'Love leads to the dark side' junk I've been hearing in the archive..."
Flash forward to the present and Mittens is trying hard not to burst into riotous cheers. Fortunately her face is hidden behind the shadow of her hood and the sandwich she's stuffing into her mouth. While she hurries to chew and swallow so she can put her two credits in on the conversation, one of the troopers nods to Matt.
"Good question. I've got one of my own. How can they pretend to be defenders of democracy when they're trying to overthrow the legally elected supreme chancellor by force of arms? And another question: do they really expect people to buy all those unsubstantiated allegations?"
"Don't know what those words mean," a second trooper says, "But legal or not, I'm about to join the rebs to be rid of this blasted helmet order."
A third chimes in, "Don't know why you always complain about the helmet at meal time. Eating through the in-armor food processor is awesome! And you know why that helmet order's there. Never know when a reb might take a shot at you."
The first one sighs. "Billions of identical twins in the galaxy and I'm stuck with the dumbest and whiniest."
Mits is about to choke on her food trying not to laugh.
"You see?" the second trooper says, pointing her out, "Eating normal is dangerous. Through a straw is where it's at."
"You uh... gunna be alright, miss?" the whiner asks.
Mits hides her face with one hand and thumbs ups with another.