Kelly and Babra walked into the building with Colonel Allandra. Big Joe was angry as he talked to someone else on the radio.

Big Joe: I don't know how many times I have to tell you! Your artillery is being dropped on our position!! You are missing the Imperials, and hitting our boys!!
Kelly: Take a seat. This'll only take a second.
Colonel Allandra: *Sits down*
Big Joe: You can't hear me. The reason you can't hear me, is because of those orbital strikes you keep firing!! THAT ARTILLERY IS HITTING US, INSTEAD OF THE IMPERIALS!!! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL!!!!! *Gives the radio to Little Joe* You talk to him.
Little Joe: Sure.
Big Joe: *Walks over to Kelly, and looks at Colonel Allandra* I thought I told you bring in an officer.
Colonel Allandra: I am an officer.
Big Joe: What rank are you?
Colonel Allandra: A colonel.
Big Joe: Alright, we're trying to find a hotel. We need a place to stay before our next assignment starts.
Colonel Allandra: A hotel?
Big Joe: Yeah. We need to know if there are any hotels to stay at.
Colonel Allandra: There are three. Two are in Empyra, and another one is further away, in...
Big Joe: In what town?
Colonel Allandra: I can't remember the name of it.
Big Joe: Which one has the best wine, and girls?
Colonel Allandra: The Vindu hotel, but that's the one furthest away, and it's under control of the Imperials.
Big Joe: Imperials don't concern my Colonel. To the left, we got Han Solo, and another squad of Rebels in Endor. To the right, is the Republic fighting rip off's of their old clone troopers. And finally, we got our own guys firing orbital strikes at us!!!

The ground shook as soon as Big Joe finished his sentence. Dust fell from the ceiling.

Little Joe: Sargent, it's Bob.
Big Joe: What does he want?!
Little Joe: He says he's sorry.
Big Joe: *Waves his hand in disgust*
Little Joe: Bob, I think Big Joe is still angry at you. It might be best if you go on leave. Get out of the planet. Find a new neighborhood.
Kelly: *Watching Big Joe walk towards Babra* Where are you two going?
Big Joe: Gonna speak to Major Colwin. Little Joe, tell Bob to hold off on the artillery for three minutes.
Little Joe: Okay. *Talks into the radio* Hold off the orbital strikes for three minutes. Yes, I told him you were sorry.

2 B Continued