THE RESURRECTION
Written and submitted by Aaron Wee

The light morning wind brushed against his cheek. All of Coruscant seemed to spiral out from the needle-like tower which pierced the sky. The orange hue in the distance reminded him of a battle. Had he been in battle? He had forgotten. He had been on a large ship. A ship in a battle. A fleet. 2 fleets. Flashes of lasers spun around him. Where was that battle? A moon...no a space station. A green planet spread out before him. Yes! Endor. But, who was he? He saw a ship. No. Not a starship, but a starfighter. A small agile craft. It was damaged. Bring the sheilds up! Fire the turbolasers! No! Too late!

The ship...the Executor was failing. The great ship was doomed. Where were the escape pods? The space station...the Death Star! It looked so inviting. At once, he dove into the void of darkness which was space. The stars twinkled before him, then blackness. Where was he? A bacta tank. What was that, on the floor? It was him! He was wearing an Imperial uniform. That of an Admiral's! He was bleeding! Somebody help him! The bacta soothed his pain. Why was he in bacta? How could he be in bacta? He was there, on the floor!

The lights danced in his head as he awoke sweating in his bed. He looked at the chrono. 2 a.m. Who was he? He took a sip of his drink. Water? No. Coffee. He turned the mug around. P-I-E-T-T. Piett? He is Piett! Yes. An Imperial Admiral! He now knew his destiny was elsewhere. He picked up his blaster and a small Jerba leather satchel. He quickly got dressed and filled the small bag with his life and his coffee. One day, the galaxy would know of him again and cower in fear, just as he had found himself...