Star Wars: From a Certain Point of View (From a Certain Point of View #1)

by Elizabeth Schaefer

Starships, like everything else, were just parts. They might interlock in inscrutable ways, but, by Jot’s calculation, when broken down the requisite number of levels, everything in the universe was made of connected parts.

And remember, failure to comply with proper Imperial military protocol can result in disciplinary action including docked pay, loss of equipment, expulsion, and/or summary execution.

Were any officers injured during this incident? One can only hope.

You know this cantina ain’t exactly Imperial friendly, Ram.” I shrug. At this point, I’m not sure how Imperial friendly I am myself, if we’re being honest. Which we are, apparently. I hate my unit; I hate my uniform. I hate that I can be hauled out to any ol’ galactic wastebin on a moment’s notice just to annihilate some random one-celled troglodyte. It’s the constant feeling that the world may be very, very beautiful somehow if only one could remove the crap-stained glasses that come with being a member of this ridiculous army.

For all his claims that the power of the Force is greater than the destructive capabilities of this Death Star, it strikes me as more than a little disingenuous if he cannot even remotely choke a single individual from across the room. I imagine Lord Vader would have had to stand very close to the planet Alderaan indeed today if he had wanted to demonstrate how thoroughly his Force-wielding abilities outmatch the Death Star.