“Ow, my foot.” Howled a masked figure, heavy a heavy object out the door, the pair almost bumped into a trio bringing in a heavy metallic object. Avoiding being hit they took out the slab, holding a small metallic object.
“That goes over there near the closet.”  Ordered a man
another group walked in holding boxes of white powder, after ten trips a strong soapy smell lingered in the air, causing the entire place to smell of a Laundromat.

“Faster, we don’t know how long we have till he get’s here!” complained the same figure.

The accomplices quickly went about their business, trying to beat an unknown deadline. An especially heavy piece took five men to move, it made a loud screeching noise as it was dragged along the floor, in the end the figures resolved to pick it up, walking for a feet or two, then stopping to catch their breaths. In this fashion they brought five of the heavy objects.

“Alright, now align them side by side with a five foot separation.”

Once again the men started to move the heavy objects, all the while knowing their labor was worth every single pound of discomfort and every single ounce of sweat. Just the thought of their actions reward was enough to start a frenzy of chuckles and giggles.

“No, that rack goes over there, and those doors have to be adjacent to the wall over there.”

Some of the members of the group sighed at the tedious detail that everything had to be in.

“I think I hear footsteps.” Warned one of the men.

“Go check it out.”

One of the dark figures strode away from the group, and opened the door gently, nobody was outside.
“Clear!” he called and they continued. Picking up a bulky misshapen figure covered in tarp seemed like an impossible feat for one person, however impossible wasn’t a word this particular person was accustomed too. So move it he did, right out the door and to an unknown safe place. Where it could be easily retrieved, but not easily found.

“All right almost done, just need to add some last minute touches.”

“You go out and get the men, tell them they can come in now.”

Nodding he walked off, to fetch the other culprits. The rest stayed and finished removing the minor objects that obstructed the beautiful canvas before them, everything had to be perfect, and everything was almost perfect. Another figure strode in the room holding several towels, and placed them in strategically picked point’s through-out the place as a whole.
Finally the fifth figure crept in wraith the other men; they were a total of ten.

“How long ‘till he comes?” asked a shrill voice.

“Relax we have at least five minutes, and we’re almost done.” Consoled the one that seemed to be in charge.


“Alright, place the camera and let’s get out of here.”


They placed the camera, and spent some time making sure it operated; they wanted to catch all they could. After checking and rechecking they placed another camera, making a blind spot all but impossible. After their small checks they headed out of the buildings, like wraiths in the night.

Rizzit was looking forward to a drink, after the unexpected turmoil within the VE’s high Command had left him completely drained, making his way towards a nice comfortable chair. As he made his way through the labyrinth of halls a strong soapy smell wafted through the air, Rizzit dismissed it as a well maintained establishment.  A strong warm humid air greeted Rizzit as he opened his door; however that’s not all that greeted him.

Before him lay ten men drying their wet bodies, lockers littered the wall, and benches occupied the floor. Towels stood in piles, as if they had been there for centuries.  The men all stood up in unison, and turned their backs to Rizzit. Rizzit stood there speechless, not sure weather to be mad or confused. The men all removed their towels and bent over, and there painted on all of their rear ends combined where the words.

“CONGRATULATIONS RIZZIT!”

Garryll Gates, cocky and confident, was playing a deadly game of table tennis with his direct superior, Tanus Solvona. Unfortunately, he was losing, badly.

Just then, Tanus stopped playing to answer his datapad. Gatest took the chance to slam the ping pong ball as hard as he could, and it bounced off the table and hit Tanus in the right temple. Gates laughed and pointed, and Tanus looked pissed enough to go find his warhammer.

"Quit it!" he barked, and Gates grinned.

"Who is it, boss?" he asked innocently, tossing the ping pong paddle into a nearby lounge chair of Blackjack's barracks. Second glance said it was Rogueboy's so he decided to move it.

"It's Rizzal," Tanus said quizzically. "Wonder what he wants, cuz it involves both of us."

"Where does he want us?" Gates asked, curiosity piqued. "And why?"

"Doesn't say. But he did say he's near Angel's office."

"Alright, let's go then," Gates said. "But I want a rematch later."

Tanus shook his head and left the barracks. Gates scampered out on his heels.

A quarter-hour later, they came upon the good General, still slightly tired-looking from his recent battery of briefings thanks to his new position. He was half-supporting the drunk-looking form of Sniping101. Gates sighed. The guy seemed like he was always drunk.

"I hope you didn't pick on us to carry an unconscious drunk back to his place, sir," Gates said as way of greeting. "I don't do drunks. They have the nasty habit of throwing up on my boots."

"No," the General said shortly. "I need some good men to help me with this strange crime."

"What's the crime?" Tanus asked.

"Ten men mooned me."

"That's a crime? That's happened at half the bars past midnight," Gates replied.

"It's a crime, dammit. Don't make me kick you in the nuts, too."

"Yes sir," Gates meekly replied. "What are we waiting for?"

"What?"

"Why are we still standing here?"

"I've called in a bunch of guys. Hold onto your pants."

"I always do, sir."

Rizzal Squad Armor was actually not armor at all. Considering Rizzal Squad had been founded for the sole purpose of doing the General's personal bidding, he thought it best that they not have official Stormtrooper Armor except on extremely special assignments. For this particular mission though (and for most others) it was best that people only know they were members of the Vast Empire however they chose to serve it. Therefore the utmost casual wear was to be worn. The uniforms were custom made though so it actually looked like something each particular member would wear. Sometimes this was forgotten and people would come in their actual Stormtrooper Armor, but that was not Rizzit's concern. He just assumed that if they wanted to be in their full-armor when it was not needed, that was their problem....not his.

Given that their existance was technically not of official nature, and because Rizzit did not want anyone else knowing they existed: they always spoke in code. This occassion was no exception. He knew an Imperial was behind this, he just was not sure who at the moment. Furthermore, he did NOT want to tip them off. Once all of the squad had gathered next to Sniping101's passed out body (where Rizzit happened to be at the moment) he ushered them over behind one of the nearby buildings.

"Dank ya' fo' comin' on such sho't notice." Rizzit said. It always amused everyone to have their leader talk in code. There was good reason for it, but it sounded so amusing considering that it was coming from someone who always spoke so properly (in basic at least). "No, fo' dose uh ya' wonderin' ya' gots not been called here t'esco't poo' Snipes back t'rehabilitashun again. 'S coo', bro. We gots done dat enough. Lop some boogie. No, ya' gots all been summoned here t'aid me in catchin' some criminal mastermind."

Shocked faces were seen on the soldiers there. They were hand-picked by Rizzit for being the most hard-working, loyal, dedicated of their particular units (and he knew they would listen to him). These soldiers were capable of performing any task, so Rizzit was rather taken aback by their shocked expressions. However, the reason they were shocked was they thought there was an actual mission awaiting them that might require some form of combat (and important armor). This was when Ron spoke up.

"And ya' trust us t'do dis plum de seven uh us? Not da damn entire Army?"

"No Ron. 'S coo', bro. Sho' manly, it gots'ta not snatch de entire Army t'catch one man, o' if it da damn case honky chick. You's is all tax'ed wid helpin' me catch de criminal dat hired TEN dudes to paint 'CONGRATULATIONS RIZZIT' on deir butt cheeks and moon me."

Laughter had errupted from the group. They knew their boss to be a tad delusional at times but certainly playing a practical joke on someone was not not a crime. Not yet at least.

"YOU....called us here...fo' THAT?" Bacredi said while laughing as hard as he could.

Rizzit was not amused as he made perfectly obvious.

"Youse damned straight ah' dun did. Now, ah' can snatch some joke as much as de next sucka' but dis wuz meant as some sucka'al attack on me. Even if t'dem it wuz some joke, ah' do not see da damn humo' in it. Man! ah' have already established dat it be NOT our drunken homey not too far fum us, so's let's dig goin' and find dis troublemaker. Ah be baaad... When we catch dem. WORD!..brin' dem t'me. ah' gots'ta deal wid dem. WORD!..sucka'ally. Slap mah fro!"

They all saluted and agreed to do this mission but some of them could not help but wonder "WHY?!?" Rizzit had sent them on some pretty crazy assignments before, but this time they felt that he was pushing the limits. He nearly called in the entire Rizzal Squad, which surprised most of them considering the mood he was in. Surely, he would have called in the full-force if he was THIS upset about the 'prank'. Most of them did have to admit though, even when they were at full numbers who was to say that was all of them? They usually were called on somewhere between 1-3 person assignments not a full-scale assignment like this.

The 'mission' was going to be tough though. They had to gather evidence and turn in one of their own Imperials. Maybe even one of Rizzal Squad. By the end, it would surely kill them on the inside to betray a friend like they were expected to do. They would do it though, they did not dare risk defying Rizzit in his current state. Not even the most gifted Jedi Master could have predicted what Rizzit would be likely to do. They all knew one thing however: it was NOT Sniping101 who was once again trying to move around before he knocked himself unconscious once more. At the very least, it provided them all with one more laugh before the serious work began.