Captain Narwal loves being Captain. He loves the respect he gets from the crew. He loves the power and responsibility. He loves his comfy command chair. He loves his ship, the "Hand of Fate". The only thing he doesn't love is is stupid name.
He is constantly being reminded of the fact that he shares a name with a horny whale. He sees privates snicker as he walks down the wall. People keep posting pictures of Narwals in his office. Often times with his head on a whale body or with a whale head on his body. The other captains call him "Blubber". He hates it. He dreams of whales.
The only thing he hates more than Narwals is filty rebel scum. Man did he hate rebels. As he looked out over the bridge of his ship he felt secure in the knowledge that their was no rebels, or whales in his sector.
Suddenly an ensign calls him over.
"Sir we have ships detected on the radar."
"Good. Identify them."
"We have sir. I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's them."
Narwal's blood runs cold, his vision turns red, and in a voice barely above a whisper he says "The Whale Squad."
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Star destroyer adventure
Science FictionA story I decided to write based in the star wars universe. I enjoy star destroyers and space battles so that is what this story is about.
